The Idaho Rancher's Wife

The Ranch From the Wife's Perspective

A Good Winter Day Sorting Cows

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Last week sorted cows in Locomotive.  Scratch that… It was actually like SEVERAL weeks ago that we sorted.  In fact, its been long enough ago that we sorted, that the snow has melted and we have mixed the cows back up.  I had a twinge of hurt when they mixed up the cows again.  Because I feel that we just did the work of getting them unmixed up… Oh the work we do…

That day of sorting had a lot of emotions running through it.  There were those overwhelming feelings of just being totally exhausted from the added work with dealing with the snow.  There was the tension of not knowing how the day was going to go, if it was going to go at all.  Then there was the final relief and thankfulness of finally getting the work done. 

You can imagine we slept well that night.

I’ll admit, I had my own doubts about how the day was going to go down.  They had never had to sort all those cows there.  They never had so much snow to work the cows in.  I was afraid for the worst- cows not cooperating, horses slipping on the ice, and cowboys coming home hurt and discouraged.

That is always my fear.  Because I have seen it.

When I was a little girl, I saw the hard days that my dad had.  There was the day that he couldn’t take his own boots off because of the 4wheeler accident.  There were the days that he came in exhausted from no sleep trying to keep calves alive in the cold.  There were the days he couldn’t keep the equipment running to get the hay done before the storms rolled through.

But there is one day that comes to mind above all the rest as being hard for my ranching dad.

It had been a long winter.  The calving was over and breeding season was in full swing.  Doing the spring work in the still winter conditions was getting long and tiresome.  Eventually there was a break and the thaw finally came.  It only took a few days for things to change.  The frost thawed, the ground dried and suddenly it was hard again.

He was bringing in a heifer to AI.  He saddled up his horse and headed out as he did every time.  Now let me tell you a little about his horse.  She had a long, long ugly nose.  And that was about the only bad thing about her.  Ok, not really… everyone horse has her issues.  But this girl was good.  She could cut a cow as good as any other.  Once she knew what cow she was bringing in, you just let her do the work.  She could drop her back end and change directions in a second.  If you didn’t hang on she would move right out from under you (and I know that from personal experience!).  She loved the work and worked hard.

 The heifer my dad and his partner were bringing in was a little feisty.  No surprise and really, no big deal.  And for my dad, it was even a little fun.  Like most cowboys, he enjoyed the rush of the ride.  But then the heifer cut back and Whitney, his horse, went to spin.  And then she went down.

In those couple of days that the weather changed, my dad was busy.  Are you surprised?  He is a rancher, they are always busy.  Busy enough that he hadn’t had a chance to take of the cleats on his horse.

When she turned back, those cleats dug into the ground, and she spun, but her leg didn’t.  And it broke.

My dad knew instantly that it was bad.  So bad.  He was right.

He called the vet and he was able to come in and help Whitney.  They were able to set and cast the broken leg.  But she would never chase a cow again.  It was devastating.  

My dad says that every cowboy gets one good horse and one good dog.  She was his.

Ya know, despite the great days we have on the ranch and in this life, there are some really hard days.  We take risks.  We work in sometimes dangerous conditions.  We work with animals that can do a lot of damage.  And when those bad days come we just have to take it in stride.

My dad couldn’t put his partner down that day.  He just couldn’t lose her.  She meant to much for him.  So he decided to turn her into a brood mare.  Now her babies are on the ranch, doing the same work their momma did. 

Thankfully, our day sorting on the range had a good ending.  A great ending.  The work went well and the cowboys came home safe.  Not everyday turns out so well and we are grateful for the good days.  Its the good days that keep us going when we have those hard days.
  

Monday Musing and Frosty Pictures

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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 

It Looks Like we are Working, But we Call it a Vacation

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We preg checked the buffalo again.  Not because we had to, which is usually why we go preg checking, but because we want to.  Are we weird because we want to do more preg checking?  I know we are… We are one of those families that enjoy working, so instead of taking a real vacation, we go to my brother’s place to do more work.
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Actually, we didn’t go for the work.  I went for the family.  I guess if preg checking crazy buffalo is what I have to do to hang out with my family, then I guess that’s worth it.  Because I think that my family is pretty awesome.

Let me walk you through that day a little bit…

Yep… there was buffalo.  They are ugly and majestic, all at the same time.  They are so powerful and terrifying and awe inspiring.  In all honesty, I think they are pretty cool but I am so glad that I’m not the one running the place.

 Here is my nephew, with pretty sweet hair.  He is so funny because although he lives in Washington, he was born in Alabama and he can’t seem to get that thin Alabama blood out of his system.  No matter how many northwestern winters he makes it through or how many layers he puts on, the boy can’t stay warm out there.  But the cold doesn’t matte when his dad gives him a job to do.  He toughs it out anyway!

And then there is The Rancher’s Sidekick, that is there for the fun and the snacks.  Good thing the company and work is fun.  Funny story about this boy and the licorice…  He saw a guy walk over to the fence, dug around in his coat pocket, and pulled out a piece.  The guy offered The Rancher’s Sidekick a licorice and he took that as an open invitation to crawl up the fence and have as many pieces of licorice as he wanted.  And you guessed it, over the day, my boy ate up the whole package!  

Working out in the middle of nowhere may be inconvenient at times, but the view is always worth it.

My other nephew… I can’t believe how fast this boy is growing. I’m not old enough to be an aunt of a teenager, or soon to be.  If he had to choose his job for the day, it would be watching the little ones instead of working the stinky buffalo.  He has such a big heart and can’t help but love my babies and I love him for it.

My cool oldest brother.  When I was teeny tiny, he would go out of his way to hang out with me.  He was the cool brother that would help me saddle up to go ride or swing by the house to give me a ride in the wheel barrow.  Then when I went to college he still would make the effort to hang out with me.   He would drive hours to pick me up so I could spend the weekend out on the ranch with him.  In fact, that’s how ended up meeting The Rancher.  He did an internship with my brother and I fell in love with him.  Yep, my brother’s pretty cool.

The Rancher doing the easy job for once.  And by that I simply mean that he was doing someone else’s cattle (buffalo) and had no stake in game.  Its almost relieving to not be the boss every once ina while.

My beautiful neices.  They’re cool.  They’re smart.  And they are TOTALLY off limits to any boys that want to take them out.  For at least 20 years or so. 

This is the set up.  They put panels around everywhere because buffalo are crazy.  Super crazy so we make sure that our backs are covered…

Apparently The Ranch Princess doesn’t know how to take a serious picture.  But that’s ok.  Every bit of this picture is her personality and I love it!

Nobody is immune to this cutey.  Everyone needs a minute to snuggle a sweet, chubby baby like The Cowboy Kid.

The Rancher took the opportunity to sharpen up his preg checking skills since he had someone to teach him along the way.  Buffalo are actually a little easier to check because their back end is narrower and not so deep.  But it all translates just fine to cow anatomy terms.

My brother open us the gate so I could catch a picture without the chute in the way.  And while, I was taking the picture and looking through the lens and NOT paying attention to what was happening around me, The Rancher came around and scared me.  Scared me so bad I screamed and jumped a mile high.  Sure the buffalo wasn’t coming after me, but somebody or something was!  I still haven’t got him back for that… Hmm… Any ideas?

The little ones…  They work the buffalo once a year to cull out the old, sick ones, get the preg checking done, vaccinate everything and then wean out the babies.

My sweet baby loves to be outside.  He came home from the hospital a little cranky, but taking him outside always calmed him.  Even in the cold now, he loves to be out and never fusses with what’s happening around him. 

The buffalo were stinky and crazy and my fingers were so cold I couldn’t feel them, but the food was great and the people are my favorite so all-in-all, I could call it a great day.  

Christmas Sledding, Mackay Style

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Its winter here.  Full blown winter.  It has been cold.  Not as cold as some places, but there is a point that cold is just cold.  But its not just the cold that has us knee deep in winter, its the snow.  SO MUCH SNOW!  Like, now that it has settled and been rained on, we are down to about 2 feet.

Yep.  Full blown winter.
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But that’s mostly ok because we really need the moisture and this is the slow time of year anyway.  So except for the super, SUPER cold days, we are loving winter.  The Rancher takes every chance to go coyote and bunny hunting, snowmobiling, and the kids and I pull out the tubes and sleds every chance we get.  We have had snowball fights and built snowmen.  We have made snow forts and even had a herd of snow angels until they were snowed on again.

Its been lots of fun.  Most of the time I’m too busy being the mom immersed in the fun to take a step back to take any pictures (which I need to do for posterity’s sake) but I do have some awesome stories and pictures from sledding over Christmas break while we were in Montana with the cousins.

Even though the temperatures were hovering just about zero (when you were OUT of the wind) we thought we would pull out the sleds and four wheeler and have a go.  Because it had been so cold, the snow was really fine and powdery, even though it was nearing a foot deep. That meant snow was flying everywhere!  Spraying in our faces, going down coats and shirts.  So cold!  Most of the littles only lasted a few minutes outside, and I don’t blame them.  At the end there was only a handful of the big kids and then the even bigger kids, aka- the parents!  

And that’s when one of my brother’s had the idea to build a jump.  He’s an engineer so of course he figured out the math to make it a pretty awesome jump.  He figured the perfect spot on the downhill side, coming off the corner so that we would have the most momentum swinging around as we hit the jump.  After just a few runs I had to grab the camera to settle in to catch it all.  But that might have gotten me in a little trouble when the mom’s looked at just exactly what we were doing!

Have a look!

The super fine powder was everywhere when they would fly through the snow.  And I’ll admit, I got a little excited with it being backlit…

These kids would FLY through the air when they hit the jump!  Their feet would be above their heads as they sailed above the fence.  It was a pretty crazy site.

When I took a turn on the tube, my sister grabbed the camera and caught a few of me and my brother.  We went as hard and as fast as we could and didn’t come off.  But to save ourselves we had to let go so we didn’t run into the parked car at the bottom of the hill!

You can’t really tell, but this is my brother and his son.  They were riding side by side, but about this time, my brother ended up on top of his boy and then….

… they landed the jump like this!  It sorta looks like a bomb went off here…  So cool!

 I still stand by what I’ve said so many times in the past, ranchers are boys that just couldn’t stop playing… Now they have bigger toys and even more fun! 

Confessions About Truckers…

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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!

My 2016 Christmas

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Merry Christmas!  What a fun, crazy, fantastic whirlwind of a few weeks we have had!  I have been trying to send my greetings to you for over a week but I’ve been dealing with some technical difficulties… Well lets just say that the computer may have won then, but I’m winning today!

So yes… Merry Christmas!  Doesn’t it always seem to sneak up on us and then all the sudden it is gone again?  Every year I am determined to get going on it sooner or to be more organized to hopefully make the season seem easier.  I think in order for that wish to come true, I’m gonna have to hope for next year!  A small piece of advice- don’t wait to go shopping until 10 days before Christmas…  Its not that we procrastinated our Christmas to do list, but it just seemed that the Universe was against us.

My bad luck started early, like December 1, when we went to get a Christmas tree… I had a massive cold that wasn’t backing down.  Now, we could have gone for a tree another night, except there really was no other night to do it.  I guess I did have a teensy bit of luck on my side because I don’t think the tree hunting has ever been so easy.  We spotted the tree from the road, hiked up a bit, chopped it down and we were done (well, we had to get a few little trees along the way, but they didn’t take any extra time…).  Once we got the tree in the house it was all I could do to get the lights on the thing… There may still be a lot of ornaments and fluff still in the boxes because spending any more of my non-existant energy just wasn’t happening.

We have been terribly blessed with several snow storms coming through the valley the last few weeks that added to the craziness.  I say blessed because we are always thankful for moisture, but it was always terrible timing.  Like the first day we tried doing some shopping… I had a babysitter and everything lined out so it was bound to be a great night. Or not! It was wet and slushy and we couldn’t see to drive.  I just wanted to cry…  And then there was that one other time we had lots of snow that made us SUPER late for the school Christmas program starring The Rancher’s Sidekick (when there is only 8 kids in the school, every was is a start!).  Thankfully everyone else had the same terrible roads so we weren’t the last ones to arrive.

I had hoped that even if I wasn’t going to be terribly organized this year, at least I could totally immerse myself with all of the fluff and fancies of Christmas to make it feel super cheery.  But I felt thwarted at every turn.  We did get our tree up and decorations, but I didn’t get to watch all the classic Christmas movies or spend my nights wrapping fancy gifts.  I didn’t even manage to make any Christmas cookies or candies!  Gah! What is Christmas without Christmas cookies?!

Does it sound like I’m complaining?  I promise I’m not…  just musing.  And this sort of musing and pondering brought to me some great insight.

Even though I wasn’t able totally immerse myself with Christmas fluff, I immersed myself in my family.  I spent time reading and doing homework, snuggling sick babies and rescuing my stranded husband.  And enjoying (or enduring…) them was immersing myself in the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.  Yes they are crazy, demanding, frustrating and some days I might refer to all of them as the most terrifying terrorists, but they are mine.  All mine to hug and love and squish and squeeze and occasionally spank.

So when I thought my Christmas wasn’t very Christmasy I was wrong.  Because what is more Christmasy than being with and serving the people you love most? That’s what the first Christmas was all about- family, love and service.  And so my friends, I’ve learned a valuable Christmas lesson, maybe somewhat like the Grinch (don’t worry I love Christmas, I was just slightly off target)… Christmas isn’t about the fluff and fancies.  You may try so hard to make Christmas, Christmasy that you get frustrated with the people and things that seem to get your way.  But if you focus on those things and people, Christmas will find its way to you.

Merry Christmas!

Come Gusting Wind and Ghastly Dust and Aching Strep, We Get the Job Done

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Have you ever been at a loss for words?  Me either.  I always have something to say.  Ask The Rancher… I can talk his ear off.  Like, he has learned to not even turn the radio on in the car because I will chatter enough to keep him busy.  And I bounce around all over asking him about this and that and then I remember this one thing that I wanted to tell him and then… Well, you get the point.

Thus far, I haven’t really done that to you.  I’ve been able to stay pretty well on point.

But I think the day has come that I have so many things to say that they are all going to just get all wrapped together in this post.  There is just so many things that need mentioning.  I promise they are relate because they all happened on this same day of branding.  And I’ll do my best to tie them together but just be warned…  It was just really full of ups and downs and sideways-ness…

Here we go-

Every year this day of branding is a big deal.  All the other weekends of branding, we are branding with the association which means that not every calf coming in is ours.  And there is ooodles of help.  But the day that we brand on our private ground and all 300+ calves are ours.  Friends… that is a lot.  A LOT.  At least for this girl.

So we call everyone and their dog, scratch that… everyone and their horse to come and help us.  Normally we have big group, like 30 or more.  And we had all those fine helpers lined up to come this year, until the rains came.  And came and came and finally rained us out of our originally planned day (but we didn’t complain!).  We postponed to the next week and ended up losing a lot of the help.   But don’t worry, we managed…  It was all a little slower than normal, but we made it.

There were parts to the day that were, well… miserable.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved it all but it was still miserable.  I mean, there is nothing nice about working on a hot, EXTREMELY windy and equally TERRIBLE dusty day when you have strep.  The night before I started getting a sore and swollen throat and I knew it was strep.  This was my third bout of strep in almost as many weeks so I knew how it went down.  Seriously…  It wasn’t enough that I was still recovering from giving birth and waking up multiple times in the night for said baby, I had to develop strep that would equally keep me from sleeping (it just isn’t as cute as my baby)…

Part of me contemplated heading to the doctor before heading south to brand, but I knew that just wouldn’t work.  It would take too long to get in, checked out, a prescription filled and out to the range.  With so few cowboys coming to help, they actually really needed me! So I pulled up my cowgirl pants and just dealt with it (and thank you tylenol and ibuprofen for making that possible!).

I did occasionally get a break when baby requested me or rather was saying it was time to eat.  It was great for an excuse to rest my tired aching body, but I felt bad to leave the guys because that meant someone else had double duty giving shots too.  And not meaning to toot my own horn, but I have gotten a pretty good system down to keep the shots flowing fast.  So I just kept bouncing back and forth between the corral and the baby, going where ever I was needed most… although what I really wanted to do was go to sleep.  On the bright side, I’m pretty sure I earned myself some substantial Rancher’s Wife Stripes!

Normally, this day of branding is one that I can quick jump on a horse and help gather.  But being the momma bear that I am, I hate leaving my baby.  Not wanting to be left behind, I convinced The Rancher to bring the gator down with us so I could load up all the babies, the dogs, my camera, my pal, The Montana girl, and the kitchen sink and still come help (I don’t know if I really convinced him to bring it or if they were already planning on it, but I’d like to think it as me…).  And I was so grateful and had a fun, bright spot in the day getting out there.  There fresh air was just as good for this girl as any medicine!

We gather the herd in and then sort all the mommas out, making its lots easier and faster to rope the calves.  Its certainly noisier, but who needs their hearing?  This few minutes of sorting is a highlight for the cowboys.  Ya see, whoever is running the gate has the responsibility to risk life and limb to make sure that not a SINGLE calf gets through.  If they do, they owe the whole group.  What do they owe- I dunno… Some say beer, some say steak, some say a candy bar… I don’t think anyone has ever actually paid up, but the potential is always there for a good time.  They can get away without paying up because a calf out means that those cowboys get a good chase and roping that is better than any beer, steak or candy bar!  Unfortunately there weren’t any missed on the first round of sorting.  But someone must have paid off the gate-man because there was a good handful for the roping come round two!

Oh, hey… Lets talk about that wind.  So the day started off beautiful.  Sunny, warm but not hot with a teensy breeze to keep the smoke from hanging around.  But the rude weatherman forecasted gusting winds in the afternoon, about the only weather prediction they can ever get right (says The Rancher).  As we were gathering in the second herd, true to the forecast those winds picked up and it was near impossible to see.  Aside from not being able to see, like, anything, it made it super hard to keep your hat on.  You might not think that’s a big deal, but all the sudden we find ourselves with a bunch of awkward, naked topped cowboys finding it hard to rope.  It was really probably do to the wind, but I’m sure the thought of losing and being hatless just threw them off their groove.

Despite the extra juggling because of less help, having a sweet, hungry baby, terrible winds and dust, strep throat and everything else crazy going on, the work got done.  We may have had a pound of dirt in our eyes and ears and I lost my voice for the nest 4 days, but as cowboys do we faced the work and got it done!

  

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Finally Moved in!

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I hope you have ear plugs in because I have something loud to tell you.. WE HAVE MOVED INTO OUR NEW HOUSE!  I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am to be in.  It has been a LONG summer of building.  And really it has been an even longer year of tearing the old house down to get ready to build.  But it has all been worth it.
There has been so many ups and downs in this process and lessons learned.  Like, do you know how many banks think it is ridiculous to build this far out in the country?  I mean, how do we ever plan to sell it?!  The idea that we are building on our ranch, where we work and live, was such a hard concept to grasp.  I also learned that living out in the middle of nowhere makes it hard for contractors to want to come out.  But with the promise of a home cooked meal and a place to sleep we were able to get the workers to come.   And let me tell you, when they give you a date, whether its when a project will be completed, when they will start something, or the day you get to moved in, whatever date it is, add on about half as much time and that is your realistic time frame.  
 The Rancher has turned into a fine electrician,  plumber, negotiator, excavator, framer, and all around handyman.  I could probably hire out as a great painter, with a twist of high wire acrobatics if you are lucky.  And if anyone wants any advice in picking paint, flooring, cabinetry or anything else that has color, I would love to help you…. But its pretty stressful so you are on your own!
As we were building there were a few musts that we had to have.  I wanted a real laundry room for the mountains of dirty clothes we accumulate from ranch fun.  And it had to be separate from the mud room because a laundry-room-mudroom combo means just exchanging dirt rather than actually getting rid of the dirt.  I needed to have a bathroom close to the back door so The Rancher wouldn’t track mud and dirt and poop through my new house (because I already know that the boots aren’t coming off…).  The Rancher wanted a garage, one big enough to TWO trucks in and his 4 wheeler and his tools and still have room to work in.  So pretty much our garage is as big as our house… Ok, not really.  His final must have for the garage was that the roof couldn’t slope so that the snow didn’t dump off in front of the garage doors, something we are already so thankful we planned for!
After all being said and done (even though we aren’t all done…) it has been such a great experience.  Everyone needs to build their own home at least once in their lives.  And when I say build I really mean build.  Being the ones to string wires, put in flooring and cabinets, to paint the walls and hang garage doors has helped us to appreciate our home so much more.  When we began building I told The Rancher that this house was to be a house of perfection- everything absolutely perfect.  But I’ve learned that it is more a house of forgiveness- mistakes have been made, some that can be fixed and some that we cover up and some that we just live with.  But imperfections and all, it is ours. 
I promise there will be more details and photos to share later, but that will need to come as we get everything finished and after it is decorated all fancy and after I do some cleaning (its amazing that even though it is a new home it is a lived in home and is messy already!) But here is a few shots of my LOVELY kitchen, the kids play room, the mud room, and our bedroom.  Now don’t judge that things aren’t finished and that there are things hiding under my bed… just look past it all!

10 Lessons Learned as a Rancher’s Wife… Part 2

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Last year I gave you a handful (ok 2 handfuls) of things that I’ve learned as my time as a rancher’s wife. Let me tell ya, that was not an all included list. There are so many gems out there. If people really only knew all the truths of  making it married to a cowboy they would say we live such a bizarre life!  So as weird as you may think I am, I have another 10 lessons I’ve learned.

 

  1. There gonna be dirt. And manure. And mud. And dust and grit and weeds and anything else dirty you can think of. Ok so that isn’t too much of a stretch to imagine all that until you start to think of all the places this dirtiness goes. If it’s on your boots it’s on your floor. If it’s on your pants it’s on the couch. If it’s on your hands it’s on every blasted light switch, door handle, counter, key, or button you touch!  So this is my advice: DON’T EVER CLEAN!! It’s all going to be messy all the time, so don’t worry about putting any effort to it… Ok that’s not how I roll. I do clean. The barn dirt and germs can stay in the barn but you have to pace yourself. Or hire a maid. I’d really love a maid…
  2. Learn your 1st aid and always keep band aids on hand.  It’s one if those Murphy proof things. If your prepared it’s not gonna happen, right?!  Actually no… Cowboys think that they are either invincible and nothing will happen to them or they are can handle any type of wound or pain.   And that leads to another lesson- know how to MAKE them stop and get real help. My rancher is pro at washing it in the ditch and calling it good. It’s only after I make him go to the doctor that he realizes that a pretty intense infection has set in and I was right.
  3. You can hope for a set dinner time but don’t be heart broken when he’s late.  In fact, that is more of the rule than the exception.  Some machinery will brake down or a pipe will break or he might just forget what time dinner is on.  That gives you two options- you either start eating without him or slap a smile on your face and wait.  Its as simple as that. 
  4. Ranching and cowboying can be tough work but that doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.  They really are just little boys playing with bigger toys.  Having to saddle the horse to go rope a bull or load up the motorbike to bring in a few strays might be their job but that doesn’t mean they don’t get any thrills out of it.  You might think then, that since they play all day on horses and tractors and bikes that when they can really go play, they will head out to do something else.  But likely not… With any free time they will head to some team roping or start working a new colt or take the bike up in the mountains.  Some days its hard to know what is work and what is play!  We just roll with it and jump in no matter what he’s doing.
  5. There will be so many hats. So many!!  And I’m not talking figuratively.  Sure, there is that too- he is the vet, the mechanic, the feeder, the farmer, the business man, the irrigator, and the milker.  But right now I mean to tell you that ranchers have so many hats.  They buy a new swather and they give him a new hat.  He gets a load of feed in an he given another couple of hats.  The vet comes around and has a handful of hats to give away.  But he still needs a good cowboy hat to the keep the sun off of him so every few months its time for a new one of those.  And not to mention that that he needs felt hats and wool hats in the winter.  And heaven forbid it when a new hat comes in, we throw an old one out.  You’ll get some sort of response like, “But it has a lot of good life in it!” or “I just got it to fit me just right!”. It may be greasy, grimy, poopy, and sporting a nice sweat ring but it MUST stay.  Just call him a hat collector and move on… (and sneak a few out to the garbage during spring cleaning!)
  6. Just because you don’t get a paycheck from the ranch doesn’t mean you don’t get called into work.  In fact, you are on call… 24/7… no weekends, holidays, or even birthdays off.  You have to have a really good excuse like in the hospital having a baby or on the couch with a broken leg to get off the hook.  You never know quite what to expect when it is time to drop everything and go help.  It could be something quick like stand on the road to turn the cows or come help moves the trucks to the next field ready to farm.  But it could be in the middle of the night because you have to help with the calving.  Or it could be an all day thing and you are sent on a parts run.  I guess that’s what you sign up for when you marry a rancher, but you could always try to guilt him into a nice foot rub at the end of your long day! 
  7. Have you ever seen a cowboy in a tux?  I mean, aside from a wedding, where the groom was threatened within an inch of his life that if he didn’t where his tux on the MOST important day of his life his bride would throw out his favorite rope, slash the tires on his truck and smash his best cowboy hat.  His formal attire looks a lot like his work attire except that its clean.  He will still have his boots, belt and buckle, jeans and a good western shirt topped off by his favorite hat.  If its super fancy he might throw on a tie, but you can guarantee that it won’t last the night.  I’ve been told that I can get all fancied up and it will work for the two of us.  Naturally, If I’m dressed up appropriately for whatever event we are at, he is too simply by association.  Honestly, I stopped caring… So long as he is clean and doesn’t stink, jeans and boots suit me just fine!
  8. You will find that no matter the experience you are trying to help him relate to, he will find a way to compare it to ranching.  You want him to understand that you are trying to eat nutritiously and he starts talking about feed supplements and offers you a salt block.  You are trying to help him understand that he has to move the furniture when he vacuums and he realizes its much like how he has to move the wheel lines to cut all the hay.  The best is when it comes to having babies, nursing babies, and raising babies.  He is the expert in this field since every year he helps hundreds of mothers and babies.  I guess that means that he is trying to get it if he is making the effort to make the comparisons.
  9. This next little lesson was a hard one to take… A rancher isn’t always that sympathetic.  There is no room for weakness in cowboying.  It doesn’t matter the reason you need a little pat on the back… If you want to be out with the guys you had better suck it up and tough it out.  After enough days of trying to get a “thanks, honey” for the late nights checking cows, early mornings haying, painfully cold days calving, or sweltering afternoons of hot fencing I’ve just decided its not gonna happen.  I guess when your job demands that you show up no matter the conditions, you just expect it out of everyone else.  And wives are no exception… Darn it…
  10. When its movie night, just go for the western.  You will never go wrong with a little gun play, a few pretty ponies and the handsome cowboy saving the day.  When in doubt go with John Wayne or Tom Selleck.  Or if you have the time you could even go with Lonesome Dove (although I have to admit, I have only done that once… and I think that’s plenty).  Fortunately, there is a plethera of great old westerns that will make your cowboy proud to ride and a little more manly at the end of the night.

 

Here’s one last bonus thought… Crap runs downhill, therefore stay upriver, upwind and out of the spray zone!

Ag in Your County Promotions!

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Ag promoting has become a big part of my family- my dad, brothers, me…  We all love the life and want to share what we have!  My brother works on his Farm Bureau board in Salmon had a fun opportunity to do a little ag promoting at his fair.

Their board had seen posters with farming/ranching photos with a some facts relating to agriculture as a whole.  My brother’s wanted to put up something similar at their fair, but more specifically they wanted to spread a few facts about their county.  They thought about using the generic posters for the sake of ease and that they were already available, but my brother said he knew a photographer that might be able to help out…

Then he called me.

And I said yes!  I love this stuff!  I love spreading the word, creating posters, using my photos… ALL OF IT!  The one hitch was that it was the week before my fair and I was already pulling my hair out getting everything ready.  (Ya know, they ask the young naive ones to be on the fair board before they know how crazy it REALLY is.)  But I didn’t want to miss out on this fun chance so I packed up my stuff and found a corner at the fair to pull together these posters!

My brother did the hard work of picking the photos and the wording.  I got the fun part of throwing it all together however I wanted.  In my opinion, they turned out great!  And it sounded like a lot of people at the fair loved them too.  I should actually say men instead of people, because they were the only ones to see them.  Unless some lady decided she needed to use the men’s bathroom…

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Hello! I'm Allison, The Rancher's Wife! There's nothing I love more than being out on the ranch with my husband and kids. Join me for a look at what goes on here at the ranch and the life being a rancher's wife!

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