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Halloween catch-up

November 3, 2009

In between editing shoots, my Photoshop class assignments, and the crazy week of Halloween, I have not updated this blog with anything other than Photography stuff.

I’m actually in the process of developing a separate blog specifically for photography which I hope to be up and running by Thanksgiving.  I miss posting about my regular life and all the blase things that are going on.

Halloween was a success.  We have a ton of candy hanging around, and even more wrappers.  The candy fairy may have to pay us a visit soon.

Here are some pics of a dead ventriloquist, Charles Bronson, a true Jedi, and Ron Weasley…

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Hope you had a fantastic Halloween!

Whew! It's official…

June 5, 2009

Summer is Here!

We attended one Preschool Graduation:

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One fifth grade graduation:

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An Eighth Grade Awards Ceremony where she won an  award from her English teacher:

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And the annual neighborhood end-of-the-school-year party.

There’s a big water fight at the bus stop with kids, parents, dogs, grandparents, and friends with a barbeque afterward.  The official summer kick-off!

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The Annual Street Dance is tonight.  Better break out the sweatshirts.  It’s gonna be cold.  More pictures to come…

Have a wonderful weekend!

My Nutty Rebuttal

April 30, 2009

I hate getting nasty comments.  Don’t you?

This is the first time it’s actually happened to me, but I hate it all the same.  As soon as I it popped in my inbox,  I spouted off a reply and hit send only to receive a “failure to deliver” notice.  Apparently Allison didn’t want me replying to her comment.  At that point I had to take my 8 year-old to school so I let Allison’s email simmer in my mind during the drive to school and back.  By the time I got home, I had decided that her concerns were valid and that I might not have done an adequate job explaining my last, unusually graphic, post.

Since you are probably eager to see said nasty concerned comment and since I really do want Allison to hear my opinion (despite the fact that she left an erroneous email) here it is:

Usually I enjoy your posts but certainly not that one.  I do hope the animals were given some sort of pain relief for the castration.  Your photos seem to show little or no humane treatment.   I guess you’re a real rancher now.  woo hoo

Allison (Ali34@gmail.com)

To which I responded with this email (which sits in my inbox because it bounced):

Allison,
I’m sorry you did not enjoy my post.  It sounds like you’ve never attended this type of ranching event.  I did not specify, but intend to in my next post, the process of castration in this case.  While it can be done in a less humane way, the ranchers here do bloodless castration which is where they place a rubber band around the testicles of the young bulls.  They seem not to notice the band once it is placed.  (Being roped and held down by the ranchers bothers these young steers more than the actual banding.)  The testicles, over time, shrivel up and drop off.  I suppose, in  theory, it could be done in an operating room under general anesthesia at a vet’s office but, general anesthesia carries its own risks and when you are doing several dozen calves at a time, it  just isn’t practical nor is it cost effective.
I am not officially a rancher (“woo hoo”) as I did not assist in the castration and branding and I do not own any cattle.  But ranching is a way of life and a livelihood for many people in this area.  They love what they do and take pride in the health and well-being of their animals, unlike many of the huge feedlots and processing plants in the cattle industry.  This particular day in the life of a cow or calf is probably the most disconcerting of their lives but it is important and necessary in the processing of cattle on a small ranch.  I know the fellows who participated  personally and know they are passionate in what they do and how they do it.
I appreciate your concern in your comment and I hope this helped alleviate some of that.  And I hope you stop by the blog again.

There are four reasons I chose to share this with you all:

First, if you are going to leave me a nasty comment, please leave a valid email so we can hash it out in private.

Second, before moving to the country I would probably have written that same comment had I come across a posting like this one.

Third, I realize from the pictures, you can’t tell what method of castration is being used and could very well have looked like they were being removed via scalpel and emasculator. (the less humane way of removing the “goods”)

Fourth, I’m in the middle of a fascinating book all about where our food comes from and I can now appreciate the value of  a healthy grass-fed beef cow, the likes of which these small ranchers raise.  The book is called The Omnivore’s Dilemma:

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If you haven’t read it, I HIGHLY recommend it!  It’s eye opening to know where your food comes from and what percentage of your food is actually food.  Honestly, you’d be surprised.  A small portion of the book is dedicated to the beef industry in this country.  It’s long and complicated but in a nutshell it summarizes how cattle are biologically designed to eat and digest grass.  But to get the cattle fattened up and ready for slaughter quicker, they are made to eat corn which is extremely unhealthy and inhumane and creates numerous disease threats to the animal as well it’s consumer.

After reading that, I am fully committed to supporting our local small cattle ranchers who feed their steers what they are designed to eat and treat them as more than merely a commodity.

Now, off my soapbox.

Here are a few pics of the kids bottle feeding the neighbor’s two calves.  We really are coming to enjoy and appreciate life in the country.

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Now, I will leave this sordid bull castration subject in the dust, never to be blogged about again, and ride my trike off into the sunset.

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If you are a rancher and would like to correct, add to, or further enlighten us on what I said in this post, please don’t be afraid to leave a comment.  I promise to be nice. Bruce?  Lane?

Happy Thursday!

Weekend in Review

April 6, 2009

A quick recap of our weekend before heading out to restock our grocery supplies and tackle the laundry.

Friday was spent preparing for Erik’s birthday party.  Although it would have been nice to invite ALL his friends, I’ve learned over the years to not go overboard. Your age in years equals the number of friends invited.  Every extra kid increases the volume of the party by the power of 10.

He didn’t want a theme so I came up with a theme anyway because, how do you plan a party without a theme?  He wanted to play all kinds of GAMES so,

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became the theme.  I made this cake:

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The kids decorated bags for their “goodies”:

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They popped many many balloons:

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Wrapped each other up like mummies:

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And time spent at our house wouldn’t be complete without breaking out the light sabers:

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We had a gorgeous weekend.  Twice a year our Church holds its General Conference which is broadcast worldwide.  So we spent Saturday and Sunday listening to our leaders uplift and inspire us.

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Despite the wind, the sun shone and the temperature creeped toward warm.

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So between sessions of Conference we worked on the project of the moment (which sadly isn’t the chicken coop...yet).  Ralf and my brother-in-law Jeff built these awesome garden boxes a couple weekends ago.  We finally filled them with dirt, spread gravel between them, and added dog-proof fencing this weekend.   All ready to plant.

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Living in a wind tunnel and having an utter lack of trees  creates the ideal setting for kite flying.  Erik broke out his new one and gave it a try:

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On the off-chance you think I’ve given up on the chicken coop project, think again.  We took a little research trip over to our friends’ place who built their own darling red hen house.  Hubby was impressed and inspired to build one of his own.  I’ll keep you posted on the progress.

They also have two friendly goats that Will has taken fondly to.  Here he is enjoying a little fresh air on the farm.  The goats may not share the fondness judging by the part where one of them butts Will with his horns.

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Off to Win-Co and piles of dirty underwear.

Happy Monday!!!

Coop du jour…

March 31, 2009

Thanks for all the comments and congrats on our milestones last week.  Ashley and the baby are headed home today.  I can’t wait to get out there and see them, hopefully soon.  I’ve got much more time this week to spend catching up on laundry, bills, phone calls, and…

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Research on my current obsession.  I read all your comments on farm animal suggestions.  I appreciate all the stories of your past farm animal experiences.  The uncles and aunts and grandparents who were brave enough to go down the farm road.

I’m afraid the last option “Toss the whole idea out the window and get a pool” won out.  Unfortunately, I was just kidding about that.  That wasn’t actually a real option, although someday it would be fun to have my own pool.  Maybe when we’re living in a warm and tropical climate instead of out on the frozen tundra of  Idaho.  As they say, When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and the Romans here keep farm animals.

So, after much hand-wringing and intense debate visiting the local hatchery, we’ve decided to get:

Chickens!

Why?  Because:

  1. They’re cheap to purchase and to feed
  2. They lay eggs so they contribute
  3. Hens aren’t loud
  4. Their poop is much smaller than any of the other animals in the running
  5. Kids can carry them around
  6. They don’t look at all like their barbeque counterparts so I think I can keep the two separate in my brain
  7. They fertilize the lawn and eat bugs and weed seeds

Now that we’ve made the decision, I need your help. Right around Easter is chick time.  So I have to work quick if we’re gonna be ready when chicks are plentiful.  I’ve located the chicks and the chicken feed.  Now I need the:

COOP!

I’ve spent far too much time scouring the internet for ideas. Here’ what I’ve come up with:

I know what I DON’T want:

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Now, I know chickens can live practically anywhere that’s warm and dry and they don’t care what their coop looks like.  But I DO!  I want something aesthetically pleasing.  Something cute and functional.  Something that says,

“I’m not a farmer, but I think chickens are cute and it would be fun to get some, but only if I can have a cute coop to put them in.”

So, I’ve narrowed down my choices.  I have to give Hubby my final decision this weekend so he can get to work on it ASAP:

car-coop#1      The Car Coop.  Which, honestly isn’t even in the running because I’m not that into cars and we don’t have a spare rear end of a vintage car to work with.  But I thought it was an interesting “theme” idea.

japanese#2    Along with the “theme” idea, how about this Japanese coop?  OK, again, not really in the running.  Although we’re big fans of sushi, we’re not Japanese, we’ve never been to Asia, and our house has not a stitch of Asian flair to it.  A little piece of Japan in Idaho?  I think not.

dog-house#3    Now this is more practical.  It’s made from a pre-fab dog house.  It’s got more of an Idaho feel.  It’s pretty cute, but I’d paint it red.

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#4   Another very practical coop.  Probably the most affordable option.  Not sure it would withstand the gale force winds we’ve had here lately though.

tractor#5   This is what you call a chicken tractor.  It’s mobile so you can move it around the yard and the chickens eat the bugs and weed seeds while fertilizing the lawn.  Ingenious concept.  But I’m looking for a little more color.

mobile-stagecoach#6   Definitely more color.  Again, mobile.  Note the wheels.  Likely to withstand the winds.  I like the red.

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#7   A cuter version of the chicken tractor.  I like the shingled roof.  The exterior box is where the hens lay the eggs.  Just lift the lid to collect them.

cluckingham-palace#8   Check out this beauty!  Mobile.  Cute. Flower boxes.  Sturdy.  It could pass for a playhouse to the HOA KGB.

large-coop#9   OK, it’s not mobile but it sure is fabulous.  Check out the details.  A kickplate on the door.  An exterior light.  The white trim, which I love. I don’t know.   This might make a better guest house than a chicken coop.

new-england#10   I’m trying really hard to hold back any bias so I can eek an honest opinion out of you, but…BUT…BUTI LOVE THIS ONE!!! It speaks to the New Englander in me.  It’s not red, but it has white clapboard siding and a windowed cupola up top!  What more could I ask for?  But don’t let me sway you in any way…  Give me your honest opinions…

eglu#11   And if all this is just too “country” for you, all you pool voters out there, I offer you the Eglu. It’s the iMac of chicken coops.  It comes to you via UPS with the chickens and the chicken feed all ready to go.  It’s easy to clean and comes in a variety of bright and fun colors.  I was a big fan until I found out I’d have to shell out almost $800 to acquire one.  That’s a lot of eggs and chickens I could buy.  But if cost effectiveness isn’t a priority, have at it!

So, help me decide.

Which one do you like the best?

A Whirlwind of a Week…

March 29, 2009

Whew!  It’s been quite a week!

I’ve been away from the blog because we’ve had a lot going on.  Here’s an extensive recap:

Last week my foreigner husband concluded the extensive process of becoming legal.  After almost 25 years living in the United States, he finally decided to become a U.S. citizen.  It has taken almost a year of paper work and interviewing to get to the final swearing-in ceremony.  But he made it, and passed the final interview.  I went with him to record history.swearing-in-group

Can you spot the only Austrian in the group?

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Two things stood out to me when I was watching the whole procedure.  The first was when the Master of ceremonies, a career government guy, was asked if certain seats were being saved for the translators.  To which he replied:

Translators? Ma’am, this is for your U.S. Citizenship.  There will be no translators at this ceremony.guy

The other was when this guy, the second-in-command Master of Ceremonies began his patriotic speech with this:

I love this country.  You wanna know why I love this country so much?  Because we don’t take no crap from nobody!flag

We’re coming to America,

We’re coming to America,

TODAY!

Congratulations Hubby!

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Later that day, for Erik’s birthday, we trekked over to the Discovery Center of Idaho and played with lots of science.

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My sister Jennifer, and her family came out for the weekend to celebrate Erik’s 8th birthday and baptism with us.

It was the perfect way to end our 11 days of Spring Break.

Guess where I took them?

Yep, the same theater.  We caught the premiere of Monsters vs. Aliens for $2.50 a piece!

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Both of my sisters are fans of Bakerella.  Do you know her?  She makes incredible desserts, one of which is the cake pop.  After a morning of sweating to The 30 Day Shred followed by the Bar Method, we felt we’d earned a treat so we tried our hand at making cake pops.  Needless to say, they were a little trickier than they sounded and we ended up with 12 finished pops and 2 trays full of cake balls on sticks.  I think I’ll leave the cake pops up to Bakerella from now on.

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I’m kind of a little bit obsessed with chicken coops right now.  More about that in my next post.  So I took Jennifer to the hatchery down the road to check out their selection of farm fowl.  They were completely sold out of chicks but they did have these ducks.

Isn’t this little one adorable?

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No, we didn’t make any purchases. It’s all part of my research.  Soon enough.  Soon enough…

The kids had the best time hanging out with their cousins.

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We can’t wait to see them again in 2 weeks!

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Yesterday was Erik’s baptism.  He looked so handsome in his new suit and tie.  His dad baptised and confirmed him. There was such a strong Spirit during the baptism as well as the confirmation.  These little kids are so sweet and innocent.  The Spirit just emmanates from them.  It was a wonderful day that we won’t soon forget.

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Per Eriks request, after his baptism we all went to IHOP for a dinner of french toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, omelettes, and fried shrimp.  YUM!  We were stuffed and happy.

Better break out those work-out DVDS again tomorrow.

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And in the midst of all the weekend activities, our little sister Ashley gave birth to her first baby.  After a slow and unprogressive day of laboring, she ended up having a c-section.  But he’s here and he’s absolutely adorable.

Welcome to the world Hudson

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Born March 27 11:57 pm

9 lb. 4 oz.   20 inches

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Congratulations Ashley & Nick

Now I can’t wait to get my hands on him!  There’s nothing like a new baby.

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So, that was last week in a nutshell.  It was jam packed with excitement.  We had a great time with my family and missed my mom who was out helping with the new baby. We made lots of memories and shared some milestones.  Here’s to back to school and a less eventful week.

Happy Monday!!!

Vintage Girls’ Night Out: Do’s and Don’ts

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When your new friends ask you and your daughter out for a Girls’ Night Out to the movies:

Don’t: Forget to pop the kettle corn before you leave because you know how outrageously expensive theater popcorn is.

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Do: Become giddy with joy because you haven’t been invited out with “just the girls” since you moved there.

When you find out you’ll be going to the 1918 movie theater in the small town where your friend grew up:

Don’t: Even try to image what this place will be like because you, suburban girl, have  never experienced anything like it.

Do: Bring your camera along.  There are bound to be plenty of photos ops for the blog.

When you arrive in town and offer to share your kettle corn with the others and they politely decline with the intention of buying their own bags:

Don’t: Take it personally.

Do: Think they’ve lost their minds! and have forgotten that theater popcorn costs an arm and a leg.  Aren’t we supposed to be pinching pennies here, Ladies?

When you walk across the street to the theater:

Don’t: Miss it.  And don’t mention that the only sign is written on an erasable white board.

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Do: Keep it to yourself that the doors remind you of a saloon.

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As you step inside to the ticket counter:

Don’t: Ask the ticket girl twice if she’s sure the pricing on the sign is correct.

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Do: Put your $20 away.  The cost for the two of you is a mere 5 bucks.

When you accidentally glance at the concession stand prices:

Don’t: Stand there with your mouth open.

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Do: Non-challantly stuff your kettle corn further into your bag and splurge on two candies and a drink for $3.50.

After finding your seats:

Don’t: Look for the handy dandy cup holders.  These are vintage, velvet-covered 1970-something theater seats.

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Do:  Remember to use your camera.

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Right before the movie rolls:

Don’t: Be surprised when the owner walks to the front and welcomes everyone, reminds you to turn off your cell phones, and then checks the thermostat before turning down the lights.

Do: Settle in and and enjoy the only warm theater you can ever remember sitting in.

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At the end of the movie:

Don’t: Forget to take some pictures of the authentic Frontier decor, rusty saws and all.

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Do: Take the  friendly owner up on his offer of  a private tour of the building, including the original stage behind the screen, the dressing rooms and boiler rooms in the basement, and the balcony and reel room upstairs. (Even if it seems there is not a more perfect location for shooting  a grisly slasher flick)

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At the end of the evening:

Don’t: Let your friend take you home without a quick hometown tour of this itty-bitty frontier town.

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Do:  Thank your friends for an amazingly vintage night out on an historical Idaho town!

Happy Wednesday!

We’re on Sick Day #10 with at least one sick kid at home and there’s no end in sight.  I can’t wait for spring.  Everyone has taken a turn except for me, knock on wood.  Jack, the generous kid he is, has taken one for the team by hanging onto his fever for 7 days.  As much as I love spending time with him, the milk is a week past its expiration, the bread is moldy and we’re out of ice cream.  I need to get things done.  So, I threw in the towel and took him to the closest Urgent Care office to see if we could get our hands on something more potent than Motrin.

At the front desk I picked up a business card to add to the collection in my wallet.  You never know when you’ll be asked to jot down your doctor’s info on the spur of the moment.  As I was rooting around looking for a vacant slot in which to stick  it, I noticed the doctor’s name.  (Now keep in mind, even though this is somewhat closer to the big city, I still consider it Rural Idaho.)  His name was:

Dr. Rusty Dodge

No joke.  And he was the real deal.  Just what you would’ve expected.  We liked him.

Thanks for the antibiotics Dr. Dodge!

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In other news:

My second article came out today in our little tiny local paper.  Again, not yet online so I’m sharing it here:

I’m not a native Idahoan. I grew up in Michigan, New York, and along the Long Island Sound in a small town in Connecticut. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve been camping. I’ve never shot a gun or driven a tractor or ridden a horse that hadn‘t been rented for a birthday party.

My husband isn’t from Idaho either. He grew up in Austria and Brazil. He went to high school in the same coastal town in Connecticut as me.  He’s more likely to have wrangled big snakes in Brazil than cows (You do wrangle cows, right?).

After getting married we lived in California for 10 years in suburban tract homes with small well-manicured yards. Our idea of a big yard at that time was when we upgraded from a quarter of an acre to a third . We owned a push mower and a few hand tools. We knew how to mow and blow and trim the rosemary bushes.

How things have changed.

The decision to move to Idaho was lengthy. We were looking for a slower lifestyle with a little more elbow room and a neighborhood full of kids. After a bit of house hunting, we made the decision to build and went in search of a lot. It didn’t take long before we found the kid-filled neighborhood.  Then the decision came down to two lots.  The small one with room enough for a trampoline, swing set, and garden.  Or the bigger one with room for all that plus a pasture for farm animals. Well, I guess the idea of owning our own pasture with honest-to-goodness livestock sounded exotic to us. We went with the big lot.

So…here we are. Suburbanites who’ve found ourselves smack dab in the middle of rural Idaho.

WHAT WERE WE THINKING?

Not a day goes by that something doesn’t happen or someone doesn’t say something that reminds me of just how out of our element we are here.

Take, for example, this conversation I had with our neighbor right after moving in.   I was in the midst of a flurry of boxes and paper, attempting to unpack our pots and pans when I realized I was missing a child. I cleared a pathway to the front door and set out in search of my son who I assumed was off playing with one of the many neighborhood children.

I knocked next door.

Me: Hi!  How are you?

Neighbor: Oh, hey there!  How’s the unpacking going?

Me: Oh, you know.  It seems like it’s never-ending.

Neighbor: So, are you planning on fencing that pasture of yours and getting some animals?

Me: Umm… Yeah, I think so. We don’t know much about animals though.  I think we’ll have to do a little research first.  You know.  Read some books.  Google “farm animals”. Find out what kind of livestock we can…wrangle…I guess.

Neighbor (trying not to look too puzzled by my choice of vocabulary): Well you can get llamas for pretty cheap. A buddy of mine bought 2 llamas at the auction awhile back. Fifteen bucks for both.

I hadn’t thought about llamas.  They’re pretty cute.  The kids might like them.  And as far as I knew, llamas didn’t require any wrangling.

Me: Oh yeah?

Neighbor: Yeah. He took them home and put ‘em in his pasture. One of them kept jumpin’ the fence though. So, they shot it.  And then they ate it.

Awkward silence…

Me (with eyes wide): Really?… Umm… You haven’t by chance seen a little blond boy about this tall?  Answers to the name of Erik…

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Happy Thursday!

Things we did this week:

Took one 4 year-old with me to a church meeting dressed (all day long) like this:

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Decorated the house with a little Valentine Spirit:

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“Helped” Ralf and the boys make this cake for the Cub Scout Blue and Gold Banquet.

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Cheered with the elementary kids as the Special Olympics Torch Run came through town.

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But spent many hours writing and rewriting my first ever article for a monthly column I’ll be writing for our little local paper.   More on that to come.

Now, if I could just stop eating “two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun…”

(But the day old frosting is the perfect mix of crisp on the outside and creamy on the inside.  GAH!)

Happy Friday!!!

Yeah!  Our good friends from California meandered their way past the farmsteads and pastures to visit us this weekend.  We gave them a tour of our “quaint” town and talked, and talked, and talked.  It was wonderful.  We hope the ruralness  didn’t  scare them too much and that they’ll come back again.

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What does a date night consist of when you live where we do?  Sometimes we trek out to the big grocery store and stock up for the week.  Anti-climatic, I know.  But practical.  Sometimes we do the typical dinner and a movie.  No matter where you live, I think a cinema can be found, even around here.  And sometimes we pick up chinese  food and watch the latest Netflix movie.

This weekend we decided to forego the norm and do something more befitting our locale.

We hit the local RV Show!

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We saw pop-up campers, swanky cruise buses, tear drop campers, toy haulers, fifth wheels, luxury travel trailers, and even some tent trailer hybrids.  There were deals to be made and cheesy salesmen to make them.  But in the end we decided we could stay in some pretty nice hotels many times over for the price we’d have to pay to sleep in the same spot we’d spent all day traveling in.

So we left the world of RVing behind, hopped in our Tahoe and went out for sushi.

imagesHappy MLK weekend!

We raked in the Christmas gift cards this year.  On Saturday we took the stack and made the trek into “the big city” to see what we could find.

Our first stop was Barnes and Noble where we spent a good hour and came out with a stack of new reads to last us all at least  a month.

Macy’s would have been our second stop but we decided to forgo the mall on a busy Saturday afternoon.

Instead we stopped at  Cabela’s.

If you’re not familiar with it, it’s an outdoorsman’s dream store (read: lots of hunting and fishing gear).  As we are neither hunters nor fishers, we seldom find ourselves in Cabelas.  But Jack won a gift card at our Christmas Eve white elephant auction and we thought we’d see if he could find something to spend it on.

I run the risk of offending someone out there with this post.  (A few that I know well, in fact. ) So, if you are a serious hunter, STOP READING.

If you’ve read this blog for very long you know I’m a city girl at heart as are the rest of us.  We’ve lived here in Idaho for about 8 months. Certainly not long enough to develop an appropriate appreciation for the “art” of killing animals for sport.  For necessity, I can understand.  But I don’t think I’ll ever appreciate hunting for sport.  Ever.  Did I say ever?

As a family we love to watch Animal Planet and the Discovery Channel together.  The death of Steve Erwin elicited a period of mourning at our house.  The zoo is a favorite destination as is any natural history museum.  Jack started collecting animal figures at a young age and has hundreds of them now.  His favorite books since he started  reading, at age 4, have been animal encyclopedias.  His knowledge of the animal world is astounding. He can spout off the status of any rare or endangered species on the spot. In short, we love animals of every kind.

So here we stood in Cabelas, gift card in hand, surrounded by the art of taxidermy, middle aged rotund men with goatees and flannel shirts pushing camoflage-laden carts , with the sounds of random duck calls overhead.   A fish out of water was the term I’d use to describe how I felt (Although being a fish in or out of water in that store would get me skinned alive and eaten or stuffed and mounted, neither of which I’d prefer). So let’s just say we were out of our element.

But we had to spend that gift card so off we went  to “hunt” for something unhunting-ish.

Here is just a sampling of what we found to choose from:

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Who wouldn’t love a beautiful Black Hills Gold pendant of the food source you’re looking to hunt, kill, and eat?  I guess it makes sense.  I’d probably wear a pendant of an adorable Sprinkles cupcake.  I guess it could also pass for Rudolf at Christmas time.  But Jack passed on it anyhow.

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We actually all tried on one of these coonskin caps.  Visions of next year’s family Christmas card picture danced in our heads.  But just for a moment. Then we continued on our “hunt” for something unhunting-ish.

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What an adorable baby doll all dressed in camoflage so he doesn’t scare away the target when you take him up in the mountains on your next hunting trip.  Good thinking!  Not being “into” dolls, Jack passed on this as well.

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It’s true.  Our Netflix queue has been sparse lately but not sparse enough to watch 18 thrilling bowhunts! ( As bad to the bone as they may be)

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OK, Jack.  If you’re not into dolls, how about action figures? This would go perfect with Jack’s collection of common and exotic animals.  Just stick this guy in the animal bucket and when he’s finished we’ll have a little more space in the playroom for other toys.  (Wouldn’t the orange vest give him away though?  I don’t get it).

jackalopesI believe this is a Cabelas exclusive item.  Mounted Jackalope Fighting Bucks.  Jack’s got some extra wall space in his room.  It could even double as a towel rack for practical purposes.  But Jack informed us that Jackalopes are not real animals.  So that was a no go.

I lost interest in our “hunt” for something unhunting-ish after that and took the little boys to the aquarium to watch them feed the bass.  I thought that’d be a fun and educational experience.  Little did I know that  in addition to feeding the fish fish food and worms, they release live goldfish as well.  We watched those lumbering mean bass taunt and chase  the cute little goldfish around the aquarium until finally catching them and swallowing them whole.  I was ready to go home.

Wanna know what Jack finally spent his gift card on?

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This:

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He bought a turkey decoy to “put out in the pasture to attract other turkeys, foxes, and wildlife so we can watch them”.    I’d say we accomplished our goal of hunting for something unhunting-ish at Cabelas.

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Even though he scares me every time I pull into the driveway, he’s kinda cute.  I think we should name him.

Happy Wednesday!

What-in-the-Heck Wednesday

November 19, 2008

So I don’t have any crazy, off-the-wall, rural, farm land, cows “multiplying and replenishing the earth” type pictures or stories today.

I do have a question to ask though.

Isn’t there a law against collecting rubbish from around your property, setting fire to it, and burning the dickens out of it for like two days straight?

Is this legal?  Because if it is, I may have to start a petition or something against it.  I know none of my neighbors in California ever burned more than their finger on the grill of their poolside grill/bar/entertainment center.  Heck, isn’t it illegal to even smoke within 50 feet of the state itself now?  Someone help me out with this.  I’m sure the smoke from the smoldering manure/leaf/cornstalk piles, or whatever they are, can’t be good for your lungs  or the aroma of your clothes, hair, house.

Maybe it’s just me.  Is it just me?  Help me understand.  Lorena?  Someone?

On another note.  Every year the PTA puts on a contest for kids all over the nation to showcase their talents in the arts.  It’s called Reflections. I love the arts. I’ve always thought it sounded like fun.  But none of my kids ever wanted to do it.  Until this year.  Erik wanted to submit something.  (OK, I was able to talk Erik into submitting something).  He loves art too.  The theme this year was “Wow”.

I love this kid.  (Does that sound familiar?)  He is a kind-hearted, sweet, gentle soul.  After sketching a couple of ideas, he decided he would watercolor a picture of something that made him feel “Wow”.  That thing was a rainbow with clouds arching over a field of flowers.  And he did a great job.

We went to the awards ceremony last night.  His division, K-2nd grade, had the most entries in the category of visual arts.  Being the realistic mom that I am, I was prepping him.

“Don’t be disappointed if you get a participant certificate.”

“Not all kids can place.”

“We’re just proud of you for particiapting.”

“Whatever happens, we love you”  , etc…

Guess who won first place???

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An award, a picture in our small town gazette, and the best part… a $10 gift card to Target!

Me, being the frazzled single parent this week that I am, forgot the camera so I shot this when we got home. I don’t have a picture of his painting because it’s being sent on to regionals, but I’ll post it when it returns.

Have a great Wednesday!

What-in-the-Heck Wednesday…

November 12, 2008

Will and I have been stuck at home all week spending some quality time together while he fights an inconvenient snot-covered, fever inducing bug . The other day, while playing Star Wars action figure pretend, Will looks out our back window and says to me:

Mom! Look at those silly cows out there.

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Oh, the joys of living in the country.

To help ease my transition into rural living, a friend of mine who happens to be my neighbor, the kids’ piano teacher and a reader of this blog, often offers insight into my silly “Idaho-is-SO-not-what-I’m-used-to” posts. She actually owns farm animals herself and has been living like this much, much longer than I have. She gently explains some of these oddities without taking offense that this lifestyle is…well…peculiar to me. Now that’s a good friend.

Remember this post where I happened upon a dead cow and wondered what the proper course of action would be to get rid of it? Well, she kindy explained what happens in this situation.

What happens is that when a cow dies, the owner drags it out to the side of the road and then somebody (I don’t know who they are or what they’re called) comes and picks it up there instead of traipsing all over the ranch/farm.

There. If you didn’t already know that, then you learned something new today. And if you DID know that, well, you must be live somewhere by me.

A Hometown Tour…

October 13, 2008
We’ve lived here now for about five months and the place is growing on us. It’s so far removed from how we grew up that it has been very educational living here in ‘the ruralness that is Idaho’. It doesn’t have a single traffic light! It’s the kind of place that you have to see to believe. Or at least for people like me who have never lived in a farming community. It doesn’t even have a single traffic light!
So, I thought I’d give you a little hometown tour so you know what I’m talking about.

This may not seem small to some, but to me this is TINY!

Fine example of cinder block and canvass architecture.

Fine example of cinder block and canvas architecture.

A cozy and quaint place to curl up with a book.

We've never actually patronized this branch. We travel to the library in the"big city". There's a campaign under way to expand this lovely building. I guess that's part of the "future".

I have no idea what goes on in here.

As the town grows, the need for barbers has followed, and so we now have at least three of these.

As the town grows, the need for barbers has followed, and so we now have at least three of these. Luckily I've got a great neighbor who does hair out of her house so I haven't had the opportunity to visit the barbers.

One of two fine non-franchise eating establishments.

One of two fine non-franchise eating establishments. A friend of mine took her daughter here right after moving from Portland and at the drive up window were two cowboys on horseback picking up burgers and shakes. No Kidding!

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The other one.

The other one. This is my kids' favorite place to get fresh banana milkshakes.

Looks like Jim's got a monopoly on the commerce here in town.

One of two in town. I guess folks never run out of stuff to pawn. Looks like Jim's got a monopoly on the commerce in this town.

Ok, so while I’ve had to get used to the fact that there is no Nordstrom in the entire state of Idaho, having to drive at least 20 minutes to find good groceries, Target, restaurants, movie theaters, and the gym, there are some things that I’ve always liked about living here.

Lots of roadside marketing.  (I wasn't kidding about the nectoren.)

Lots of roadside markets. (I wasn't kidding about the nectoren.)

Spacious rolling hills and snow capped mountains.

Spacious rolling hills and snow capped mountains.

Lots of room to roam.

Lots of room to roam.

Good, down-to-earth, hard-working, genuine people, many of whom have lived here a lot longer than me.

We used to pay an entrance fee to visit a working farm when we lived in California.  Now we have one right in our own backyard.

And plenty of farm animals. We used to pay an entrance fee to visit a working farm when we lived in California. Now we have one right in our own backyard. This little guy represents food storage to most people around here. I'm not quite there yet.

One of the biggest reasons we moved here was to raise kids. There’s lots of room to explore. The schools are small enough that kids can be involved in whatever they want without the pressures of competition. There’s a good mix of socio-economic levels so the feeling of entitlement isn’t as prevalent here as in other places we’ve lived. There are plenty of opportunities for service. And while it sounds like we’re in the middle of nowhere (which it seems to me at times), we are only about 30 minutes from the cultural mecca of Boise, which has become one of my favorite little cities. Great shopping, food, museums, and parks. It even has an Anthropologie!

So while I never thought I’d ever end up calling Idaho home, It’s starting to grow on me.

Thanks for stopping by for a visit. Take some potatoes with you and come back soon!

Now, what do you love about YOUR hometown???

Warning: Googling an image for "coming out of the closet" = bad idea!

I have a little confession to make. Remember how Gab spotlighted me on her blog not too long ago? Remember the interview I gave on how, where, when, and why we love homeschooling? Remember all the wonderful comments from all of you admiring, pondering, scratching your head, and considering my view about this alternately extraordinary way of life? Well, I’m counting on the fact that many admired my honesty on the issue when I make this confession. (Remember, I believe in being honest. ) Here it is:

My kids are now attending public school!!!

Now keep in mind, when I wrote the answers to Gab’s questions three weeks before it was published, I was gung-ho and ready to start another year of homeschooling. I had the curriculum ordered, the supplies put in their proper shelves and drawers. I was signed up to teach art at the local homeschool co-op and the kids even had new school pajamas. In fact, we dove in and started school and got two weeks into our studies before life took a U-turn.

In the spirit of Gab’s awesome interviews, and since I’ve been asked the same questions by many people, I thought I’d answer them in a mock interview with myself.

How did you come to decide to put your kids back into public school?

Maddy was playing volleyball for the middle school and thought taking choir would also be fun this year. So I contacted the school to find out if and how that could work. Maddy and I met with the counselor and in the course of that one meeting Maddy decided there were enough classes that she wanted to try that she might as well just go full time. So she started the following week.

That left me with the boys who were perfectly happy staying home with me. That weekend we went to a neighborhood family street dance put on by the crazy fun Bloglor family. It was then that I saw a need for my boys to become better friends with the kids in our ward and in our neighborhood.

Fact: To make and become a great friend, you must spend a consistent amount of time interacting with a person.

In our case, it was important to us that our kids make and become great friends with the kids in our church as well as the good kids in our community. The boys just weren’t getting that consistent time with these kids. They played with them after school and saw them at church activities but without the school interaction, they weren’t becoming close friends. So, while I saw no academic reason for sending them to school, I saw a need for them to strengthen “friend” skills. As lame as that may sound, I had a very strong impression that this was right for us right now.

So, three weeks after public school started, the kids joined the public school masses here in semi-rural Idaho.

How do you feel about such a big change?

Remember, I’m being honest here, right? I’m conflicted. Part of me is breathing a sigh of relief that the burden of educating my kids has been shifted from my shoulders to someone else’s. Although when I realize that that someone is the government, I shudder convulsively. But then I remember that learning does not happen only during the hours of 8am and 3pm. Learning happens all the time and we are still a huge influence on the education of our kids. I worry that the negative influences surrounding them at school might somehow contaminate their little souls. And then I remember what strong souls they are and what a solid foundation they have. I also worry that public school will be a big fat failure and that they will somehow resent me for sending them back. And then I realize I am more than equipped to bring them home if at some point we decide that public school isn’t working. I also have to remember and acknowledge that this was an answer to prayer.

What are you doing with all your free time?

Free time? You’d think I’d have lots of that now. I do still have Will for a year or two more and he’s been looking for someone to fill the shoes of his best playmate and brother Erik. So far that’s been a reluctant me. Although I do enjoy having him to myself, I am seeking out potential weeky 4-year old playmates. In the past couple of weeks though, he’s learned the names and sounds of half the ABCs. Poor guy. I didn’t realize how educationally neglected he’s been.

I was also recently called as the Primary Secretary to our brand-spanking new ward. That has kept me hopping and on the computer like a crazy person.

I am hoping to take some painting and photography classes in the near future. I would LOVE to hone my photography skills and get some great pictures of the kids.

What do you miss most about homeschooling?

That’s easy. I miss my kids. Honestly. When you are used to them being around everyday, all day, it’s a shocker when they’re gone for SO LONG everyday. By the time they get home, there’s only time for homework, piano practice, lessons, and dinner before they have to hit the hay. I relish days like today when they have the day off school to relax, play, read, waste time and enjoy being home together.

Do you consider yourself a homeschool drop-out?

Most definitely not. I consider our foray in homeschooling to be a great big success. We’ve all grown closer, we were able to piece together the links that went missing in a really screwed up experimental math program in California, the vacations and field trips we took cannot be duplicated, I have an intimate understanding of how each child learns and thinks that will be a huge advantage in the years to come, and my mind has been opened to people who choose to go against the grain and follow a road less traveled to create a better future for their family.

you have friends who invite you over to see their newborn baby goats.

I don’t know much about goats, but I’m guessing they don’t usually smell very good. These babies were less than a day old and smelled divine.

"When in Idaho…

July 27, 2008

do as the Idahoans.” And that would mean ‘floating the river’. I don’t really think it matters what river. We’ve got lots of choices around here but since we’re only 2 miles from the Boise River, that was our river of choice on Saturday. Since we don’t own a single piece of floating equipment yet, we called on some good friends who used to own a river rafting company. They generously loaned us:

  • A raft
  • Some paddles
  • A trailer to tow the raft
  • A few life vests
  • A dry bag with Band-Aids (which came in handy)
  • One of their children with rafting experience
  • And some valuable advice, some of which we took and some of which we foolishly left behind. (see below)

After dropping off a second vehicle at the ‘take out’ spot, we motored around until we found the right ‘put in’ spot and successfully unloaded the raft and the kids. We trudged through the brush, put in the raft, towels, camera in the dry bag with the Band-Aids, paddles, and the kids and pushed off into the wild waters.

Note the thrill of the adventure and the enthusiasm of being out in the beauty of nature…

Until a wrong move resulted in a gash on the right knee of said passenger. Thus the need for the Band-Aids.

Note more thrill and enthusiasm. So much so that this one even hopped out into the river on his own.

Maddy with our resident river expert.

I also exuded thrill and enthusiasm…except when I was

Trying to keep Little Will IN the raft.

Despite the looks on some faces (due more to an aversion to pictures than to rafting) all in all, a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Note to self (or more specifically to Ralf). Next time:

  • Don’t dismiss the advice to bring the pump with us in the raft. We (he) didn’t fully appreciate the science of hot air inside a raft on a hot summer day hitting the cold water of the Boise water. You know, hot air expands and cold air contracts. A nice and tight raft at the beginning vs. a limp and soggy vessel at the end.
  • Clean, dry towels should be left at the ‘take out’ area instead of coming in the raft with us and becoming water logged, heavy baggage in a gravity challenged raft.
  • Don’t forget the Band-Aids. With 5 kids, always a good rule no matter where you go.
  • Three adults are needed after the trip. Two to pick up the second vehicle and trailer, and one to stay with the kids. Unless you want to leave all kids alone with the raft and 3 whiskey loving strangers looking to shoot beavers passing by in the river.


This Fourth of July weekend we chose to embrace the rurality of our surroundings. What kind of parade does a town of less than 3,000 put on?

One that looks like this:

And this:

What does a town do for its citizens that are wilting in the heat?

Turn on one of these:

And drench Main Street.

Much to the relief of kids like this:

Who’s the lone girl among this cache of boys? Well, our 13-year-old daughter of course.

These gentlemen followed her home after fireworks to roast marshmallows in our fire pit. We were happy to see that she found a fellow girl to help balance out the numbers.

To continue our “rurality embrace”, we spent the following day where else…but at the feed lot!

Where the kids went riding

On real horses

With real cowboys

And drove real farm gators

And made new furry friends

Some rode shotgun

While others shot guns.

(For the first time might I add. And I was not aiming at the ground. I was just trying to figure out how the flippin’ thing worked. The safety was still on, OK?)

Hope your 4th was a little more civilized, a lot cooler, but just as memorable!