Confessions of The Rancher's Wife - The Idaho Rancher's Wife

Branding Chased out by the Thunderstorm

January 14, 2017 by Allison

Dare I share branding pictures? Soon enough I will be filled up with branding photos again, so I was half tempted to not but since they were already edited and ready to put up I decided to go for it. I’m not one to waste effort after all….
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When I look at these photos I have lots of memories of this day. Like how…

1. The Rancher’s Sidekick begged us not to brand this day because he still had to go to school. He didn’t want to skip school that day to help, but he didn’t want to miss branding so his solution was to just ask us to brand a different day!

2. I took my new car out on the range for the first time. With my growing family and so many bags and car seats, my truck just didn’t cut it… Such a sad day…

3. The cowboys had a unique problem- there was grass. And apparently roping in the grass makes for rough catching because your rope gets caught on the grass long before it scoops up a pair of heels.

There were a few other thoughts that came to mind but the big memory was the thunder storm that followed. I bet nobody else remembers that the rain and thunder chased us out, but I do. I bet they wouldn’t even say that it chased us out. But I remember.

I remember those blasted rain clouds rolling in. They are the ones that pretty much spell thunderstorm and always head right for us. And that is when I run for cover, usually for my bed covers and under the pillows.

You see, friends… I don’t like thunderstorms. More specifically I don’t like thunder. I don’t like the spine tingling feeling you get when your can feel the thunder has much as you can hear it. The lightning I can handle so long as it is far, FAR away (which usually means I can’t hear the thunder… which is probably why its ok..). The Rancher laughs at me and how I freak out when a storm rolls in but it just happens.

I’m scared of thunderstorms.

I know cowgirls are supposed to be tough and resourceful and brave and can handle anything. And for the most part I would say that I am tough and brave, until it comes to the storms. Once upon a time there was a big storm as I was driving the few miles to get home. And as I pulled up to my parents driveway, my gutless bald-tire little car decided it couldn’t make it up the super slick driveway. I figured that since there was no way my car was going to make it up to the house anytime soon, I probably had two option: either sit in the car and wait for the rain to stop or just suck it up and run through the rain to the house. Not wanting to sit in the car and die a young death from the scary rain and thunder, I decided to run for it. I bravely slipped off my flip flops (I just knew that running in my flips flops would end badly), opened the door and jumped put. And just as I closed the door, there was a flash and a boom-crash and I ran the fastest 40 yd dash up to the house. It probably wasn’t that far to run but it felt like it…

And that, my friends, is why I hate thunderstorms…

I wish I liked them. In all reality I know I am safe and the likelihood of getting zapped is pretty slim. And they are the coolest light show ever, but instead of enjoying them my heart just beats fast and I close my eyes.

Don’t think any less of me because I’m not the bravest cowgirl all the time… Just applaud my honesty and enjoy a few pictures of branding that stormy day!

Confessions About Truckers…

January 7, 2017 by Allison

I have a terrible confession to make…. Growing up I had a very narrow minded, very terrible perception of truck drivers. There… I said it. And the sad thing is that it was an opinion I formed in the first grade that took me YEARS to change.

I very vividly remember my little 6 year old self sitting around a table with a few of the boys of my class hearing them say that all they wanted to do when they grew up was to drive semi. Now, if you please, imagine a very cute somewhat bossy, sassy, darling and very opinionated little girl that was sure that the only dreams worth living were her dreams… that’s me. In my mind, the only guys that drove semis were fat, stinky single fathers that drank and smoked and were on the road so much that their own mothers had to take care of their kids. It was like they couldn’t get a job at home and the only thing they could do was drive. I took them for failures and therefore anyone that drove semi or wanted to, were failures at life too. Pretty terrible right? At the time I didn’t think so and so you can guess that when I heard these boys I was absolutely baffled why someone would want to choose a life as a failure, destined to be stinky, lonely, and fat from sitting on their rear all day.

Great opinion, huh? Remember I was 6!

Fast forward 14 years and all the sudden there I was marrying a man that loved semis just like those boys, and although he didn’t want to be a truck driver all his life, he did love the opportunity to haul cows in the semi. Eek! I kinda couldn’t believe it and I really didn’t ever want to admit that my husband did such a thing. But after riding with him those first few years, my opinion drastically changed.

Having an up close view of just what it is like in driver’s seat helped me realize that first, driving semi isn’t easy and isn’t for the faint of heart. That moment when you have to pull your rig across the highway, stopping all lanes of traffic to get turned around to get backed into that tight spot to load up just about makes me pee my pants… And I’m just the passenger! And speaking of backing up, can you imagine backing up a 50 foot trailer a quarter mile when you struggle to back up your car 10 feet?! I seriously thought truck driving didn’t require a brain but then my mind as BLOWN watching The Rancher drive.

Being the wife of an occasional trucker help to debunk the all-truckers-are-fat-stinky-losers myth pretty fast. I mean, with a wife as awesome as me, how can you NOT be rocking life?! Haha… But seriously, The Rancher’s character of being an honest, hardworking, giving, God-fearing family man easily proves that truckers are great men too.

Do you hate me? I seriously had a terrible perception and really discredited a lot of good men (and women!) with my shallow stereotype. But now every time Smokey and The Bandit comes on, I have a sense of pride for my trucking husband. So now I am here to tell you truckers are people too! And good people! Sure there are a few that give them all a bad name, but that’s in every job and industry we see. They are good, smart, skilled people that just have their own dreams.

PS On a similar note, The Rancher says to give a little love and share the road with those truckers. Just remember, they are bigger than you!