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

Battling the Winter Blues One Blessing at a Time

March 6, 2017 by Allison

I love winter. I really do. I think I’ve told you that… lots of times. You are probably tired of me talking about it.

But its been sorta hard.

I love it, but its hard.

With so much snow all at once, that meant there were days and days of dealing with it. Pushing snow in the stack yard to get to the hay, pushing snow in the field to feed the hay, pushing snow around the ranch just to get around… and then pushing snow for our neighbors that really couldn’t handle it without a tractor.

God bless that rancher of mine and his tough, sweet heart because he spent nearly a whole day plowing snow for everyone in the valley just because he could when there were so many other things that needed to get done! He’s good man.

Back to the snow… You get my point that there has been lot of work because of the snow. Aside for the physical fatigue of dealing with it, I feel like we have been emotionally fatigued as well. Maybe its just me, but I feel drained. Super drained.

I think I have the winter blues…

And I don’t like it.

I’m a happy person. I’m the glass half full kind of girl.

So to battle my bit of winter blues, I’m going to count my blessings. Ready?

Actually, I have to tell you something else first… When I came home from my first year of college I thought I had died. I was happy to be home and happy to be back working on the ranch, but in some ways my life was over. None of my friends were around, our little town of 300 people had nothing going on and I was sure that I wasn’t going to survive the summer. Dramatics of a 19 year old girl, I’m sure… So I decided that the only thing I could change was my attitude. And I decided that the best way to change my attitude was to be thankful. From then on, everyday I was determined to find one thing to be thankful for and I was going to write it down and make a collage out of it.

It worked, friends. By the end of the summer, I had this huge piece of paper with so many things that I was thankful for and it was beautiful and inspiring. And I was happy.

So when I’m starting to feel down, I try to be thankful. Because when I’m feeling down, epecially about myself, I start making a different list. Something like an I-suck list… You know, the ones of “I can’t keep up with the laundry” and “the house is always a mess and I can’t keep up with it” and “I’m so behind on this project” and “I just burnt the 12th piece of toast this morning”… Those kind of lists can happen without us even knowing it and they can really beat us up.

So here goes!

1. Messes… Yep. It means that my kids have been busy playing and growing and being creative. And that is a mom-win.

2. Snuggles, especially from my older babies that are not babies anymore.

3. Propane. We ran out last week so I couldn’t have a hot shower before bed. Now it is full again and I’m thankful!

4. Snow… rain… MOISTURE! Our livelihood depends on it and although it makes life hard sometimes, we need it.

5. Cows. They make me laugh. They are cute. They are tasty.

6. My bed. My warm, snuggly bed. Its like a magic reset button.

7. Exercising. Its almost as magical as my bed for a good reset, but it takes a lot more work. But really, exercising keeps my body strong and healthy so I can enjoy so much more of life!

8. My home. Its still not finished. I have tape over the stairs that has been there for 18 months. But it is mine and I LOVE it.

9. Snow clothes. We couldn’t have made it the last few months without them. They have kept us warm and dry and saved my washer a lot of dirty clothes!

10. Hot chocolate. This is almost its own food group at my house. My kids drink it every morning. And I almost love it as much as them.

11. MY CAMERA! I love photography and the different perspective it has helped me look at life. Especially when I have had to stay on the sidelines- something I don’t do well!

12. My kids. Of course! They are messy and crazy and busy, but they are also sweet and helpful and kind. I watch them and in so many ways I wish I was more like them.

13. School. I know that everyone has there own opinions about school for their kids but I am so thankful for the little school I get to send my son to. He has learned so much that I couldn’t have taught him from home. No, its not perfect. There are issues. But when I see his growth, I’m so thankful that I can send my little boy to school.

14. The gator… Silly, I know, but its the best way our family of 5 plus 5 dogs can get around the ranch together. And it is a much smoother ride than any 4 wheeler.

15. Soup. Nothing is better than a warm bowl of soup at the end of the day. Or in the middle of the day. I think I could even handle soup to start the day.

16. Me. I am thankful for me. My determination, my endurance, my emotional side… (it keeps things in perspective, right?), my body and how it can nurture my family. I’m hard on myself a lot, but that’s because I have high expectations of myself.

17. Me bed. Oh… I already said that… Still thankful! Do-over… My boots! I have worn the tread off of my favorite boots. There are holes and cracks but they are my favorites. They have walked a lot of miles and gotten a lot of work done.

18. Music. I turn on tunes everyday. And all sorts of kinds. It has a way to drive and inspire me.

19. Books. I don’t have a lot of time to read these days. But it is an escape to adventure and excitement without ever having to pack my bags or leave my cozy bed.

20. My husband… My good, hard working, giving husband. He does so much for so many. And he loves me for being me. That right there is something so worth being thankful for.

21. Home made bread… it goes great with soup (haha). The smell of bread baking in the oven in the smell of comfort and home.

22. God. I’m a religious person. I believe in a higher power and that without it, I don’t know where I’d be today. He inspires me, He comforts me, He guides me and He loves me.

23. Good friends. Everyone needs a support system and I am so thankful for mine. Especially when you live so far from civilization, each other is all you have. And having friends that have farming/ranching husbands is an added blessing because they get it. They know what I’m going through.

24. Technology. Its actually a curse and a blessing. But today I’m going call it a blessing. It helps me pursue my passions. It helps me stay connected with old friends and far away family.

25. Winter…. Yes, I’m so thankful for winter. It is beautiful. There is a sort of renewal and cleansing that comes from the snow and cold.

I could go on. There are a lot of things to be thankful for! We take for granted so many of the luxuries we have and taking the time to remember them is good for the soul. What are you thankful for today?

Monday Musing and Frosty Pictures

February 13, 2017 by Allison

Mondays are for musings. You look back over the weekend or figure out what’s happening ahead in the week. You plan. You schedule. Sometimes you give yourself a pep talk. But it all happens on Mondays.

So here I am musing.

We went to Montana to visit my parents over the weekend. It was refreshing and exhausting all at the same time. My mom works for a small k-8 school and they had their ski day, so we trekked up there late Thursday night to join in the fun. We had the whole spectrum of weather that day- icy rain, sleet, massive flakes, blue sky and fog. There was a point we decided to bite the bullet and invest in some goggles for everyone and that was the turning point of the day. Its amazing how much more fun skiing is when you can see and your eyes aren’t being pelted with ice!

There were high school boys and girls basketball games going on while we were there so we spent Saturday night cheering on the Drummond Trojans. It may have been the third game I have gone to watch since graduating 11 years ago. It was like I never left but at the same time I felt so old. There were kids playing ball that weren’t even in kindergarten when I was in high school!. I only knew 2 of the kids on the boys team. Yikes… I am getting old… But at the same time, I still call my kindergarten teacher Mrs. Verlanic and my science teacher Mr. Schindler so I guess I don’t feel all too old.

Remember how I married a cowboy that doesn’t talk? That made for a super long drive home. It really was the fastest we have ever made the drive (we didn’t speed, just didn’t have to stop 12 times for the kids…) but it seemed so long. He seriously said only a handful of words. Anybody want to come hang out with me so I can have someone to talk to?

And to make the drive last even longer, my kids are to the stage that they ask the dreaded question- “are we there yet?”/”how long until we are there?!”/”how much longer?” And I think that they eat more when we are in the car than the entire week before. I can never pack enough treats. I’m afraid its only going to get worse when my son becomes a teenager… Yikes!

Its Valentines this week… Yay… Actually, for the first time in a long time I will actually get to see my valentine. Really I should only say I SHOULD get to see my valentine. We might sneak in a kiss or two between taking care of the kids and cows, but who needs February 14 to say I love you when there are 364 other days, right? I’m sure a batch of his favorite cookie dough and an early bed time will make for just the V-day he wants!

So I posted last week about how we were buried to our eye balls with snow. And then just like that the snow shut off and the sun came out and everything has started to melt! Its not gone or even close to being gone by ANY means, but there is significantly less. Its like Mother Nature is trying to discredit me. I say its crazy and snowy and she brings out the sunshine. If I said it was a beautiful-blue-sky-kinda-day, I’m sure we would get socked in with the fog for days… So I’m going to post the last of my snowy pictures and hope that the temps stay up. The heifer hill is slowly drying out to calve on so its helping The Rancher, right?

Speaking of calving… We had 1. Soon enough we will be swamped with babies and I am so excited! Last year I was too busy swooning over my own new babe that I didn’t soak in the babies outside as much so this year I will have to make up for it. But the fact that we are calving does mean my baby is almost a year old and I just can’t believe it. I’m crying inside. It just happens too fast!

Have I mused enough for you? There is still plenty going on up here, but I will stop for your sakes. I’ll just muse to myself…

Happy Monday!
The RW

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!