Thursday, April 14, 2011
Here's to the Butler Community Ag students!
I wish ten years ago I knew what I wanted to do with my life. When I walk into the classroom, I look at the kids I have class with. I say "kids" because I'm on the average about 10-12 years older than they are. But they've got one up on me! They've got it together at 19 years of age. I think the ag students are setting the bar for all ag students to come. Not only are they going into professions that will help better the world and sustain our food chains, and not only do they have the brains and braun to do it (yes, even all the girls!) but they have the most awesome personalities. Class is always full of laughs with integrity. I feel lucky to have class with this group. I'm sure the students behind them were just as awesome and the students to come have the most awesome footprints to walk in. They are like a family to each other, I have noticed. They all have that "downhome" atttitude toward everyone. I can't post this without giving props to my ag instructors. They are simply the best; what can I say. I've had 12 years of school plus a previous degree from Butler Community College. Not one instructor I've ever had compares to them. If only I had them to learn from ten years ago.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
April 1st is WHAT WHAT?
Yeah, you knew it was turkey season didn't you. Of course you did. You better have! I've been counting down the days. Although, I failed to scout things out yet. And, I failed to restring my bow. I have enough faith I'll make it through one more year before I have to restring it. I must, I must, I must call Mr. Dub this weekend. He's got to give me the go ahead. No babies, no homework, no obligations. Just me and God's green Earth. And turkey's lurking. They are waiting for me you know. It's their passion and their number one goal in life to elude me...as they have since the beginning. But not this year. Oh no. I will provide my family with their turkey dinner this year. Maybe. Fingers crossed. And a little a prayer. Off to get my tag. Good luck with your hunt this spring. Oh, and here's a plug for my new friends: Have you thanked a farmer today?
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
What I would Facebook today
So I deactivated my account on Facebook. We haven't been meshing lately. I really wanted to get on my blog more. So now, I think of facebook posts in my head all day. Here's a few...
1. Wow, I feel great this morning after being sick with strep the last 4 days.
2. I'm pretty sure I totally bombed that presentation. I hate presentations. And I hate Microsoft Publisher, for now anyways.
3. So, I found out my friend is blind in one eye. Now I know why she was always looking at me funny! (sorry Lauren, I had to, lol!)
4. Dear people at the grocery store, I'm teaching my 17 month old manners, so when she says "hi" to you, say "hi" back. Is it that hard?
5. Wow, I guess I tried to do to much after being sick with strep for the last 4 days, I feel like crap.
6. Tekoah busted her lip on the concrete today. And, her new favorite word is "sock."
7. Bullriding this weekend! Alone. But that's how I roll.
8. Dear guy fixing your car in the street who's always trying to impress me: Your butt crack is hanging out from under your car.
9. So I'm going to blog more, even though no one reads it.
10. So I went out behind the ag building and hung out with the calves for awhile between classes. I drooled the whole time. And longed for my own.
11. This "living in town" thing is really hard to get used to. It's been almost 8 months and I'm still trying to get used to traffic and trains and other peoples dogs. I'll never get used to it.
12. I heart cows.
1. Wow, I feel great this morning after being sick with strep the last 4 days.
2. I'm pretty sure I totally bombed that presentation. I hate presentations. And I hate Microsoft Publisher, for now anyways.
3. So, I found out my friend is blind in one eye. Now I know why she was always looking at me funny! (sorry Lauren, I had to, lol!)
4. Dear people at the grocery store, I'm teaching my 17 month old manners, so when she says "hi" to you, say "hi" back. Is it that hard?
5. Wow, I guess I tried to do to much after being sick with strep for the last 4 days, I feel like crap.
6. Tekoah busted her lip on the concrete today. And, her new favorite word is "sock."
7. Bullriding this weekend! Alone. But that's how I roll.
8. Dear guy fixing your car in the street who's always trying to impress me: Your butt crack is hanging out from under your car.
9. So I'm going to blog more, even though no one reads it.
10. So I went out behind the ag building and hung out with the calves for awhile between classes. I drooled the whole time. And longed for my own.
11. This "living in town" thing is really hard to get used to. It's been almost 8 months and I'm still trying to get used to traffic and trains and other peoples dogs. I'll never get used to it.
12. I heart cows.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Grow!
Spring is coming! Spring is coming! That means new growth. Do you know how to grow your own vegetables? Have you ever tried? Do you live in a city or a neighborhood and think maybe it's not for you, that it would be easier to just go down to the grocery store and buy them?
Well, let me challenge you this spring. Whether it's a tomato plant in the back yard, herbs in your window, or beans in the flower garden, just try to grow one vegetable plant. Watch it, nurture it, then enjoy. Try it just once. Don't have any idea what you are doing? It's simple. Pick something you like...something you know you will enjoy first. If you buy an already established plant, I'm sure the local greenhouse you buy it from would love to tell you about how to care for your plant. If you want to start from seed then START NOW! Get a few seeds of the same plant started in some potting soil so if one doesn't take, you'll still have another to transplant. Get it in the window and keep it moist. Once you see your little buds emerging, you will be excited about it. I promise. If you take my challenge, let me know! It's rewarding to eat vegetables you grow yourself. And if you have any questions about it, I'd be glad to help you with it. Some of you will choose to go completely organic. Some of you will choose to use chemicals when the pests set in. Whatever you decide will be perfectly awesome, if you just try. Happy planting!
Well, let me challenge you this spring. Whether it's a tomato plant in the back yard, herbs in your window, or beans in the flower garden, just try to grow one vegetable plant. Watch it, nurture it, then enjoy. Try it just once. Don't have any idea what you are doing? It's simple. Pick something you like...something you know you will enjoy first. If you buy an already established plant, I'm sure the local greenhouse you buy it from would love to tell you about how to care for your plant. If you want to start from seed then START NOW! Get a few seeds of the same plant started in some potting soil so if one doesn't take, you'll still have another to transplant. Get it in the window and keep it moist. Once you see your little buds emerging, you will be excited about it. I promise. If you take my challenge, let me know! It's rewarding to eat vegetables you grow yourself. And if you have any questions about it, I'd be glad to help you with it. Some of you will choose to go completely organic. Some of you will choose to use chemicals when the pests set in. Whatever you decide will be perfectly awesome, if you just try. Happy planting!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Wind Farms
Property Owners and the Debate on Wind Energy
In today’s age of energy crisis, we are constantly looking for new ways to supply our energy needs. Using up all of the resources we currently have and pollution of air and water are major concerns. Wind energy is emerging throughout the world. It requires turbines of all different sizes, depending upon the need of the energy, ranging from one home or small business to entire communities. These turbines have propeller like projections that can sometimes be 200 feet long mounted on towers that reach high into the sky. They catch the wind, which turns the propellers, which produces energy when the turbines go to work. These larger than life windmills are sometimes by themselves and other times in groups we sometimes refer to as wind farms. There’s a great debate on these “wind farms” since they have to be placed somewhere. Who’s going to give up the land? Who’s going to pay for it? What are the pros and cons? These questions will continue to decide the future of wind energy.
Scientists do a lot of research finding out where the most proficient wind is, and then decide what the energy will be used for. Whatever they decide, there is always a property owner who will or will not want it happen. If it’s farmland, the space used for crop production will be given up. If it’s grazing land for livestock, that much land must be taken over for the wind turbines. Some landowners see the benefits, others see the downside. Some scientists think that offshore wind energy could account for the energy that could supply an entire nation. . Wind energy is clean, producing no green house gasses, renewable, and as long as there is sun, there is wind, therefore never running out. The wildlife hazards and other environmental concerns are minimal compared to other sources of energy.
What’s the downfall? It does ruin the view of a beautiful setting off of your back deck. The noise and construction is another nuisance. The space taken up by one wind turbine is roughly an acre, but must include an access road. However, during the construction of setting one up, the landowner loses more land during that time. Some are worried about the hazards these turbines provide for wildlife such as birds and bats. The cost to set up the turbines is incredibly expensive, but once the project is completed the energy cost is minimal. The cost of electricity is about 4¢ per kilowatt-hour The government does have tax incentives for land owners housing the turbines but one must decide if it’s worth it to live under three or four 200 foot long turbines. I think it’s definitely something worth it that should continue to prosper, but we shouldn’t be reliant on only one source of energy. As you see, there is much more research to be done.
In today’s age of energy crisis, we are constantly looking for new ways to supply our energy needs. Using up all of the resources we currently have and pollution of air and water are major concerns. Wind energy is emerging throughout the world. It requires turbines of all different sizes, depending upon the need of the energy, ranging from one home or small business to entire communities. These turbines have propeller like projections that can sometimes be 200 feet long mounted on towers that reach high into the sky. They catch the wind, which turns the propellers, which produces energy when the turbines go to work. These larger than life windmills are sometimes by themselves and other times in groups we sometimes refer to as wind farms. There’s a great debate on these “wind farms” since they have to be placed somewhere. Who’s going to give up the land? Who’s going to pay for it? What are the pros and cons? These questions will continue to decide the future of wind energy.
Scientists do a lot of research finding out where the most proficient wind is, and then decide what the energy will be used for. Whatever they decide, there is always a property owner who will or will not want it happen. If it’s farmland, the space used for crop production will be given up. If it’s grazing land for livestock, that much land must be taken over for the wind turbines. Some landowners see the benefits, others see the downside. Some scientists think that offshore wind energy could account for the energy that could supply an entire nation. . Wind energy is clean, producing no green house gasses, renewable, and as long as there is sun, there is wind, therefore never running out. The wildlife hazards and other environmental concerns are minimal compared to other sources of energy.
What’s the downfall? It does ruin the view of a beautiful setting off of your back deck. The noise and construction is another nuisance. The space taken up by one wind turbine is roughly an acre, but must include an access road. However, during the construction of setting one up, the landowner loses more land during that time. Some are worried about the hazards these turbines provide for wildlife such as birds and bats. The cost to set up the turbines is incredibly expensive, but once the project is completed the energy cost is minimal. The cost of electricity is about 4¢ per kilowatt-hour The government does have tax incentives for land owners housing the turbines but one must decide if it’s worth it to live under three or four 200 foot long turbines. I think it’s definitely something worth it that should continue to prosper, but we shouldn’t be reliant on only one source of energy. As you see, there is much more research to be done.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
school
I have found one of my passions in life. No, not school; but the agriculture classes I'm taking in school. First it was pre-vet, but I've recently switched to agriculture. I'm loving it! I still may switch over to Farm and Ranch Management, but either way I think my instructors will play a key role in helping me find my future career. Right now I have crop science, meat science, agriculture in society, microcomputers in agriculture and livestock nutrition. But I think I need to take a class in sitting up straight. Class all day starts weighing on the 'ole back and neck. I'm not used to looking down at a table with papers and books all the time either. And, I may possibly be as old as my instructor :)
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
writers block, perhaps
So...I feel the need to write but have so much going through my mind I'm not sure where to start.
When I feel this way, the best remedy is a good hunt. The holiday season is over, school has not started yet and bow season is coming to an end. One tree stand is kind of not safe right now and ensures a chiropractor appointment. The other stand I've never had any luck on. So today I'm going out to the deer blind...precisely where I almost died across the river 2 years ago. But, I did see good deer there that time so I will go back. Maybe they'll get closer this time. I should have kept up my hunting journal this year. I haven't journaled since 2008. The following year I was unable to leave Riverlyn with Jason, the year after that I only went twice because, well, you just can't nurse a baby in a treestand in 30 degree weather. I wonder why God didn't work that one out? Hmmm....
Here's to today! To save my sanity, my patience and to get a good dose of worshipping my Heavenly Father in all His amazing creation. That's possibly the best part; aside from the adrenaline rush. Goodluck me. I usually don't "goodluck myself" but right now, there's no one to wish me luck :)
When I feel this way, the best remedy is a good hunt. The holiday season is over, school has not started yet and bow season is coming to an end. One tree stand is kind of not safe right now and ensures a chiropractor appointment. The other stand I've never had any luck on. So today I'm going out to the deer blind...precisely where I almost died across the river 2 years ago. But, I did see good deer there that time so I will go back. Maybe they'll get closer this time. I should have kept up my hunting journal this year. I haven't journaled since 2008. The following year I was unable to leave Riverlyn with Jason, the year after that I only went twice because, well, you just can't nurse a baby in a treestand in 30 degree weather. I wonder why God didn't work that one out? Hmmm....
Here's to today! To save my sanity, my patience and to get a good dose of worshipping my Heavenly Father in all His amazing creation. That's possibly the best part; aside from the adrenaline rush. Goodluck me. I usually don't "goodluck myself" but right now, there's no one to wish me luck :)
Saturday, December 18, 2010
a ranch will be mine, this i know
The ranch is calling me. I can feel it. Besides, I got a really cool new vest I need to break in with a little red dirt...perhaps some cow slobber. I've decided on my lifes dream and I'm not going to let anything get in my way. At almost 31, I have plenty of time to make it work and for 31 years I have lived my life to please everyone else. My goals, my day to day activities, my schedule, my decisions, have all been made for as long as I can ever remember to please someone else. And never again will I be dependent on another human being. I only have 1 year left for my Pre-vet to be finished. I will either go on to vet school or major in animal science. I just wish I would have realized this, oh, about 10 years ago, but God had a plan for me, for some reason or another. I've learned NOT to ask God "why," but to wait patiently on the Lord so that I may mount up with as eagles. And for that promise of His, I'm so giddy with excitement I can't hardly contain myself.
My dream is to own a ranch. A working ranch. There's lots of things that play in to why I want a ranch. Is it the way I feel when I come back from western Oklahoma? Is it that I discovered the best show in the whole world on Animal Planet called "Last American Cowboy," or is the fact that my heart was stuck in western Oklahoma but my body was moving around in a military family and I never got the chance to bloom in the place my heart was planted? Or is it the fact that it's always been my calling from God but my own agenda and sin have stood in the way of me seeing it?
I have a need to work cows. I have a need to pull a calf. I have a need to drop feed and count head. I have a need to ride a fence line and check for breaks. I have a need for these things to be mine and not just go to my cousins, or grandma's, or a friend. (The secret bonus? I could hunt and fish on my OWN place and never feel like I'm imposing by asking permission or have to travel hundreds of miles to get to grandma's.) What's it going to take for me live this out? I don't know, and I really don't care. I think my 6 year old daughter has developed such a love of horses (and she's getting quite handy with them) that she's probably willing to sacrifice just as much as I am to get to the point where we can get up out of bed, go to the barn, hop on horseback and herd some cattle. One thing I lack is long time experience. Oh I havea little experience...with family. But having someone give you the time of day to let you do some labor for them just doesn't happen...especially when they see a single mom with 2 small girls and you weigh a buck ten. I won't lie, people judge a book by it's cover and for me, that's unfortunate. I love horses, any woman would probably let me come work with horses, but cows are my passion. Cattle and land is what I want in life. And I'm not willing to let anything stand in my way to get to that point, God willing. Umm, looks like I have alot of savin' up to do now. I guess I will head to western Oklahoma for a couple days sometime soon, get my fix and then buckle down because I have chemistry this semester...ugh.
My dream is to own a ranch. A working ranch. There's lots of things that play in to why I want a ranch. Is it the way I feel when I come back from western Oklahoma? Is it that I discovered the best show in the whole world on Animal Planet called "Last American Cowboy," or is the fact that my heart was stuck in western Oklahoma but my body was moving around in a military family and I never got the chance to bloom in the place my heart was planted? Or is it the fact that it's always been my calling from God but my own agenda and sin have stood in the way of me seeing it?
I have a need to work cows. I have a need to pull a calf. I have a need to drop feed and count head. I have a need to ride a fence line and check for breaks. I have a need for these things to be mine and not just go to my cousins, or grandma's, or a friend. (The secret bonus? I could hunt and fish on my OWN place and never feel like I'm imposing by asking permission or have to travel hundreds of miles to get to grandma's.) What's it going to take for me live this out? I don't know, and I really don't care. I think my 6 year old daughter has developed such a love of horses (and she's getting quite handy with them) that she's probably willing to sacrifice just as much as I am to get to the point where we can get up out of bed, go to the barn, hop on horseback and herd some cattle. One thing I lack is long time experience. Oh I havea little experience...with family. But having someone give you the time of day to let you do some labor for them just doesn't happen...especially when they see a single mom with 2 small girls and you weigh a buck ten. I won't lie, people judge a book by it's cover and for me, that's unfortunate. I love horses, any woman would probably let me come work with horses, but cows are my passion. Cattle and land is what I want in life. And I'm not willing to let anything stand in my way to get to that point, God willing. Umm, looks like I have alot of savin' up to do now. I guess I will head to western Oklahoma for a couple days sometime soon, get my fix and then buckle down because I have chemistry this semester...ugh.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wow. Today is day I don't want to repeat, but as long as there is life on earth, it will someday happen again. Sasha died today. Riv was 2 years old when we got her. Sasha was 8 weeks old. I potty trained them at the same time. Sasha had a curious streak. She was the most loyal dog. Her only goal was to love you, no matter who you were; and she would knock you over to lick your face to prove it. But if she caught scent of a rabbit, cat, skunk or a pretty little flower her nose took over. Today she was hit by a car, and the hardest part was telling Riv. She had her break down. She wanted to see her one last time. She was upset the most that she didn't get to say goodbye. She wanted me to promise to never get her another dog again. (I just told her she would make that decision when she was a little older.) I told her time would heal our hurts and Loki needed our love right now. She decorated a piece of wood, Jason nailed it onto another piece of wood to form a cross to put under her favorite tree. And tonight, she lays sleeping with an 8x10 picture of her and Sasha, smiling and happy. And now, that everyone is asleep and the day is done, I will have my breakdown. Goodbye Sasha. I love you so much and we will never forget you.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Update coming soon...I promise
Wondering where I've been? I've been around, just not here...obviously. I will have an updated blog very soon. It needs a facelift. It's a little outdated. I'm sad to say, life has thrown a few curveballs lately and I will do my best to explain, maybe. Stay tuned...either for a detailed update or just a simple facelift. Not sure God will give me the words yet to explain my "life situation."
love you all...I'm without internet and can only get online when I come out to the house or take my laptop to the McDonald's parking lot to get Wifi. Yeah...I actually have to do that.
love you all...I'm without internet and can only get online when I come out to the house or take my laptop to the McDonald's parking lot to get Wifi. Yeah...I actually have to do that.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Beloved Red Dirt
Last month we went down to my grandmother's ranch in western Oklahoma. I think, and I hope, it is everything my papa had dreamed it would be. This place is where my heart always was and always will be. I was born near there, when it was only the 55 acres. A few purchases by my grandparents here and there and now it sums up to be several hundred acres. Before my papa died, he bought one last track, sight unseen. He had dreams for it. Then he passed. But God knew what He was doing. Roughly a year after my papa died my cousin Joshua was born. I believe God sent us Joshua to carry out my papas vision for the place I call "NeeNaw's Place." I always spelled it that way. Joshua and his brother spell it Nena. I don't know that any of us care how it's spelled, so I'll just say NeeNaw. I was the first of 4 grandchildren. While learning to say grandma it just came out Neenaw. Now, most kids of Elk City (who are now becoming adults) call her NeeNaw. My own father calls his mom NeeNaw. My aunt calls her NeeNaw. My papa even called her Neenaw. Here's My Neenaw holding Tekoah when she was a few weeks old. 
I wanted to live there my whole life, for that was where my heart belonged and my soul longed to dwell there. It still does, and it always will and I will continue to get to that place as often as I can for the rest of my life. The memories abound of me and my cousin Jeremy (Josh's older brother) of running out the door of NeeNaw's yelling "goodbye" and not returning for hours. Playing explorers, hunters, running through ravines and pastures seeing what we could find. Our adventures usually found us seeing how far we could get into holes and trees that stretched out over the ponds, shooting pop cans on a log across the pond, fishing, pretending, and looking for turkey feathers and skeletons of cattle long deceased. We were 2 very small children, turned out, trusted, and left to explore at our own ravenous pace. There weren't cell phones and nobody worried about where 2 young adventures were or what they were doing out in the middle of a 300-400 acre ranch, and we journeyed back to the house only when our stomachs told us it was time to eat. We'd scarf down NeeNaw's macaroni and cheese and then head out again until the sun was going down. Occasionally, we'd take a family hike or toss fishin' poles over our shoulders and the lay of the land became ground into our memory. We knew it like the back of our hand by the age of 10...every ravine, farm implement, vine, dead tree, fox hole, trail, and many other discoveries we chose not to tell anyone we found...like the old homestead across a fence line that had been destroyed by a tornado possibly in the 40's or 50's. Woops! Sorry Jeremy! Now they all know we jumped that barbed wire fence! One time we took a piece of wood and nailed it to a couple pieces of styrofoam and attempted to float across the pond, knowing that if the adults caught us, we would be toast. But they let us go, spread our wings and realize things that one could only learn by experience in God's green wilderness. As we got older, these memories became like a drug...always searching for the first time high of what it felt like to discover something new and exciting. Deer, open gates that were forgotten to be closed, newborn calves, killing snapping turtles, and night fishing. It was everything that made me who I am and for that I will be forever grateful. When my sister was born, then there were 3. She tried so hard to keep up with us, running through the woods, trying to teach her how to unhook a fish, showing her the rope and tire swing that had been there for tens of years...and then when Joshua was born, we were all older. Jeremy joined the Navy, I got married, my sister Kacy got married and the memories became more precious than ever. Jeremy, my forever partner in crime is located on a Naval base so now when I go to Neenaw's my escapades are now with Joshua, 15 years younger than I, although sometimes I presume he may be wiser than I. My memories with Joshua include fishing with my daughter and Jeremy's daughter Kendyl. The two 5 year olds like playing with all the fish caught, screaming and giggling at the top of their lungs. They like to touch the fish eyes. They were so caught up with themselves they didn't notice us untie ourselves from their raft and leave them in the middle of the pond to discover that first realm
of bittersweet independence. Joshua.
He is everything any boy should long to be. He's going to be a sophomore, varsity football player (I heard his nickname was "the tank.") He has a perfected curveball and pitches varsity. He was ranked 47th (or something like that) in the state of Oklahoma his freshman year of high school. He invests his money in cattle because he sees more dollar signs and common sense than alot of adults in America. He's a redblooded american kid that every boy should model their lives on. He's humble, respectful, hardworking, responsible, can cook a killer steak on the grill and wears boots to protect his feet from getting crushed under several hundred pounds of cow hooves.
He is everything any boy should long to be. He's going to be a sophomore, varsity football player (I heard his nickname was "the tank.") He has a perfected curveball and pitches varsity. He was ranked 47th (or something like that) in the state of Oklahoma his freshman year of high school. He invests his money in cattle because he sees more dollar signs and common sense than alot of adults in America. He's a redblooded american kid that every boy should model their lives on. He's humble, respectful, hardworking, responsible, can cook a killer steak on the grill and wears boots to protect his feet from getting crushed under several hundred pounds of cow hooves.Joshua now runs cattle with Justin, a family member on the ranch, and NeeNaw, I think, is living out her beloved's dream. Joshua is the vehicle and the blood of the wonder of life is the fuel that keeps it going. Joshua will perhaps go to college, more than likely on sports scholarships. I sit back and wonder what the master plan for his life is and wonder if he will continue running cattle. Joshua and I have alot in common. We both have an artistic side, we both love to hunt and fish (he's way better at it than I am) and we both love cows. We love to eat them. We love to take care of them and we both have alot of compassion for hurt animals. When we went down to NeeNaw's place last, I'm sure I drove him crazy wanting to get in on the action counting the heads of the livestock and I really wanted to get in on the action of tagging a calf that had yet to be caught. To me, it was amazing the way he caught the calf by the hind leg, laid him over and while trying to keep the cow under control, pinned to the ground, he attempted to talk me through piercing the little guys ear. Later on that trip, we came across a calf stuck in a ravine, evidence of afterbirth and a scared mama cow told us he was a newborn and had fallen into the deep hole under a downed cedar tree. I pulled the front legs, Joshua picked up his back end and we got him out. We then realized this little guy was blind. I nursed him with a bottle and Joshua called his cousin while they decided the little guys fate. He wouldn't last in the pasture. Nobody wanted to keep him. I couldn't take him, for he wasn't mine to take. 
Then reality set in that "Stevie" would go to the slaughter house with his momma cow who didn't prove to make good calves. In the end, I probably made Joshua's job a whole lot harder but he would never let on. He has more patience, respect, and self-control and he is the wisest almost 16 year old I've ever known. He's a cowboy through and through. He is my papa's grandson whom he never met. They share a spirit I long to be around.
One day, I suspect, Jeremy and Joshua, Kacy and I will all be together...someday. Who knows when that will ever be. But when I step foot on that land, everything I was, everything I am, and everything I long to be comes to surface and I am where I belong. The cattle, the hunts, the trot lines, hooking myself with fish hooks, the boots and the cow patties, the grasshoppers and the turkeys, the red dirt....these are all the reasons I can't stand a man who is afraid to get his hands dirty. These are the reasons it drives me crazy when a healthy, young person complains because they are sweating or it's "too hot." These are the reasons vegens have an ignorant and worthless lifestyle. These are the reasons I can never again surround myself with the pavement of the city and the tall buildings that fence you in away from the horizon like a prison. These are the reasons I have a passion for growing my own food just for the taste of it and the wonderment of being self-sufficient. These are the reasons that I could survive in a terrible time. These are the reasons I am every ounce of who I am. And now, I share it with my children, hoping it will make them compassionate and tough. Hoping they will understand the importance of getting out into the yonder so they can find themselves. Hoping they will look at my memories and share some with me.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
So, today is St. Patty's Day '10. That's just a reference, I could care less. Green is my favorite color; I wear it all the time. I'm about as far from Irish as it gets, though. I'll still wear my super cool green hat, today, maybe.
It's been awhile since I've posted here. Facebook is interesting. It sucks you in, you get curious about what everybody is doing and not a soul cares about what you are doing. You continually check like it's going to make a difference or something...or like someone might actually acknowledge something you post; like someone other than family or the usual people. You get on wanting to feel accepted. It's like high school all over again. It's stupid, really.
So there's a lot going on my life right now. Sometimes, in our spiritual life, we are on a roll, we're on top of a mountain with the Lord. His presence is obvious, doors are opening, messages are clear, prayer time is easy, your patience and your other fruits are easily demonstrated.
Sometimes we are in low-lying valleys. Life seems to be dry, the Holy Spirit seems to be lurking somewhere not to be accessed. God is testing our rational faith in Him. The emotional "high" of the Holy Spirit is not there. Can you still fully walk in the Lord's path and patiently listen and wait for the return of the Spirit?
My life right now, is in a desert, the low lying valley. But it's not dry, it's flooded with things I don't want to deal with. It's an erupting volcano pouring raging lava of distress into the soul and my eyes and ears are screaming for the Holy Spirit, yet the only thing I can find in my search for Him is his small still voice in my heart saying "wait."
Why God? You are so present in my life all the time, accept in this one issue. No matter what I do, I'm still confused on how to deal with it. I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do here. I'm trying to find my way out of this valley, or you. One of the two has to happen or I will lose my mind. That simply can not happen. I have 2 children, and they need me. God. Please. Open this next door. NOW. Please. I need to move on. I know there is a fork in the road coming, but I can't even get to that fork because the "path" I'm on isn't forking yet...How long God? Seriously? I have been faithful to you, I have given everything of myself for your glory. I have felt your presence in my life, I have praised and worshipped you, and have promised to keep you center of my life, and Lord you KNOW I've been faithful even when I've been slapped in the face over and over and over again. In every other area of my life, you answer my prayers, I feel your presence, you work things out, your love overwhelmes me, you speak to my heart, I hear you, I follow you, I rest in you, you give me peace about things....except this one thing. You told me you're not going to give me more than I can handle...that sure is scary Lord seeing that what I've been dealing with is about all I can take. If it's going to get worse and You are not going to provide a way out for me, then I need to know now. It has to end one way or another, it's causing confusion and it's causing distress. This is not what you want, Lord? Right? You surely don't want this for my children. I started asking you 6 years ago. I can be patient and I have been. But day after day, of begging you Lord, please hear me now. What I'm asking is for your glory! What I'm asking is going to take the pain away! What I'm asking is do-able...
If you don't answer this one prayer, then the ONLY consequence is death, destruction, sadness and lonliness. So I know you will answer me. I know you can hear me. I know you are there, but why wait any longer? Heal the situation, or end it. I have a life to live. I need to move on to the left or to the right but I can't waver in this torture any longer.
Ya know what Lord? Forget about me! At least have mercy on girls! Please?
It's been awhile since I've posted here. Facebook is interesting. It sucks you in, you get curious about what everybody is doing and not a soul cares about what you are doing. You continually check like it's going to make a difference or something...or like someone might actually acknowledge something you post; like someone other than family or the usual people. You get on wanting to feel accepted. It's like high school all over again. It's stupid, really.
So there's a lot going on my life right now. Sometimes, in our spiritual life, we are on a roll, we're on top of a mountain with the Lord. His presence is obvious, doors are opening, messages are clear, prayer time is easy, your patience and your other fruits are easily demonstrated.
Sometimes we are in low-lying valleys. Life seems to be dry, the Holy Spirit seems to be lurking somewhere not to be accessed. God is testing our rational faith in Him. The emotional "high" of the Holy Spirit is not there. Can you still fully walk in the Lord's path and patiently listen and wait for the return of the Spirit?
My life right now, is in a desert, the low lying valley. But it's not dry, it's flooded with things I don't want to deal with. It's an erupting volcano pouring raging lava of distress into the soul and my eyes and ears are screaming for the Holy Spirit, yet the only thing I can find in my search for Him is his small still voice in my heart saying "wait."
Why God? You are so present in my life all the time, accept in this one issue. No matter what I do, I'm still confused on how to deal with it. I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do here. I'm trying to find my way out of this valley, or you. One of the two has to happen or I will lose my mind. That simply can not happen. I have 2 children, and they need me. God. Please. Open this next door. NOW. Please. I need to move on. I know there is a fork in the road coming, but I can't even get to that fork because the "path" I'm on isn't forking yet...How long God? Seriously? I have been faithful to you, I have given everything of myself for your glory. I have felt your presence in my life, I have praised and worshipped you, and have promised to keep you center of my life, and Lord you KNOW I've been faithful even when I've been slapped in the face over and over and over again. In every other area of my life, you answer my prayers, I feel your presence, you work things out, your love overwhelmes me, you speak to my heart, I hear you, I follow you, I rest in you, you give me peace about things....except this one thing. You told me you're not going to give me more than I can handle...that sure is scary Lord seeing that what I've been dealing with is about all I can take. If it's going to get worse and You are not going to provide a way out for me, then I need to know now. It has to end one way or another, it's causing confusion and it's causing distress. This is not what you want, Lord? Right? You surely don't want this for my children. I started asking you 6 years ago. I can be patient and I have been. But day after day, of begging you Lord, please hear me now. What I'm asking is for your glory! What I'm asking is going to take the pain away! What I'm asking is do-able...
If you don't answer this one prayer, then the ONLY consequence is death, destruction, sadness and lonliness. So I know you will answer me. I know you can hear me. I know you are there, but why wait any longer? Heal the situation, or end it. I have a life to live. I need to move on to the left or to the right but I can't waver in this torture any longer.
Ya know what Lord? Forget about me! At least have mercy on girls! Please?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Christmas 2009: What it's like to be Jason's wife...
I should have known....things like this happen to us on a regular basis. Why wouldn't we have an "incident-free" holiday?
Christmas morning, J got off work from the fire-station and headed through the snow-covered city to get to his parents house so he could put Riv's present (a battery powered Princess Toyota FJ Cruiser) in the back of his truck and bring it home. We stored it there so she wouldn't ever guess we had it :).
7am: Jason calls. Our dirt road is completely covered in a 6 foot snow drift and the nose of his jacked up big-wheeled Deisel engine 4x4 Dodge is buried in the drift. He didn't realize how deep it was. There's no other way in or out of our road due to the bridge over the river being washed away in a flood 2 years ago. There's nothing he can do but start walking home in a wind-chill below zero. I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, wondering if someone was going to steal her gift out of the back of the truck. Who, on Christmas morning, was going to come plow our road? Finally I saw him walking down the road. Trudging through the snow, half frozen. After he made it inside, he fell onto the kitchen floor and thawed out. We hesitated but didn't know of any other option but to call our good friend and neighbor, Mr. Winzer, for help. They managed to cross a couple fields, through several creek beds, through several cattle gates and meandered their way to the highway that our road comes off of. The took both trucks and the gift in the back of one back through the way they came, only for our Mowing Truck to lose it's 4x4 and get stuck. (It's an old "piece" if ya know what I mean...) But, alas, he got the gift home, thanks to Mr. W and Riv recieved her gift on Christmas morning.
Now, Mr. W is a wonderful man with a wonderful family, but he and J are two of a kind. This is why they get along so well. They live in the same world :)
Later on, Christmas afternoon, J saw Mr. W and his wife driving down our road.
"Wonder where they are going..." I said.
"I know what they're doing. They just want to see how far they can get down the road before they get stuck." J says. Jason then goes to get the tow ropes and chains and by the time he catches up with the Winzer's, they're stuck :) You see, two peas in a pod! Karen feels me, right?
Later on that evening Mr. W came over for a Christmas dinner and fellowship. My dad was able to come as well, since the plows were able to make it down our road at about 4pm. Jason's dad came out as well and put his turkey carving skills to good work...and he also brought some chocolates :). At the end of the evening, I think J decided he would figure out his stuck-truck situation the next day.
So, today, Jason figured he should probably go see if he can get his Mowing Truck out of the field it's in and at least get it home to fix the 4WD. Heading out, he remembers the winter storm wind took his ground blind and blew it almost into the river. Well, with Jason's luck, why wouldn't you go cross-country in a field with snow drifts to try and recover it...I mean, that ground blind is soooo much more important than a truck, right?
(Are feelin' me here? THIS is what it's like to be Jason's wife ;)
Yes, his truck gets stuck in a huge snow drift. So, of course he needs help getting out. It's Mr. W's property, so naturally, him and his always-willingness-to-help-Jason-out-of-a-really-bad-situation good heart, decides to get his 4WD vehicle and help pull J out. Well, what do ya know, the tow rope pulls off a hitch on the bumper and a power-steering somethin' or other, etc....
It's 12:40, I don't know what my husband and Mr. W are doing right now, but I'm going to stop worrying about. They'll figure it out. They always do. Who knows what they'll conjour up to get themselves out of this pickle, this time...I'm just glad we have such good friends who live so close and who we can always help get out of certain pickles since they get us out of certain pickles...
And this is only 2 days worth of "pickles"...
Merry Christmas Winzers, we love all of you!
Christmas morning, J got off work from the fire-station and headed through the snow-covered city to get to his parents house so he could put Riv's present (a battery powered Princess Toyota FJ Cruiser) in the back of his truck and bring it home. We stored it there so she wouldn't ever guess we had it :).
7am: Jason calls. Our dirt road is completely covered in a 6 foot snow drift and the nose of his jacked up big-wheeled Deisel engine 4x4 Dodge is buried in the drift. He didn't realize how deep it was. There's no other way in or out of our road due to the bridge over the river being washed away in a flood 2 years ago. There's nothing he can do but start walking home in a wind-chill below zero. I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, wondering if someone was going to steal her gift out of the back of the truck. Who, on Christmas morning, was going to come plow our road? Finally I saw him walking down the road. Trudging through the snow, half frozen. After he made it inside, he fell onto the kitchen floor and thawed out. We hesitated but didn't know of any other option but to call our good friend and neighbor, Mr. Winzer, for help. They managed to cross a couple fields, through several creek beds, through several cattle gates and meandered their way to the highway that our road comes off of. The took both trucks and the gift in the back of one back through the way they came, only for our Mowing Truck to lose it's 4x4 and get stuck. (It's an old "piece" if ya know what I mean...) But, alas, he got the gift home, thanks to Mr. W and Riv recieved her gift on Christmas morning.
Now, Mr. W is a wonderful man with a wonderful family, but he and J are two of a kind. This is why they get along so well. They live in the same world :)
Later on, Christmas afternoon, J saw Mr. W and his wife driving down our road.
"Wonder where they are going..." I said.
"I know what they're doing. They just want to see how far they can get down the road before they get stuck." J says. Jason then goes to get the tow ropes and chains and by the time he catches up with the Winzer's, they're stuck :) You see, two peas in a pod! Karen feels me, right?
Later on that evening Mr. W came over for a Christmas dinner and fellowship. My dad was able to come as well, since the plows were able to make it down our road at about 4pm. Jason's dad came out as well and put his turkey carving skills to good work...and he also brought some chocolates :). At the end of the evening, I think J decided he would figure out his stuck-truck situation the next day.
So, today, Jason figured he should probably go see if he can get his Mowing Truck out of the field it's in and at least get it home to fix the 4WD. Heading out, he remembers the winter storm wind took his ground blind and blew it almost into the river. Well, with Jason's luck, why wouldn't you go cross-country in a field with snow drifts to try and recover it...I mean, that ground blind is soooo much more important than a truck, right?
(Are feelin' me here? THIS is what it's like to be Jason's wife ;)
Yes, his truck gets stuck in a huge snow drift. So, of course he needs help getting out. It's Mr. W's property, so naturally, him and his always-willingness-to-help-Jason-out-of-a-really-bad-situation good heart, decides to get his 4WD vehicle and help pull J out. Well, what do ya know, the tow rope pulls off a hitch on the bumper and a power-steering somethin' or other, etc....
It's 12:40, I don't know what my husband and Mr. W are doing right now, but I'm going to stop worrying about. They'll figure it out. They always do. Who knows what they'll conjour up to get themselves out of this pickle, this time...I'm just glad we have such good friends who live so close and who we can always help get out of certain pickles since they get us out of certain pickles...
And this is only 2 days worth of "pickles"...
Merry Christmas Winzers, we love all of you!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
THE POWER OF SIN
Impression...on my mind
Seduction...the temptation, way too blind
Interruption...of my life's path
Suppresion...of pain, my emotionl wrath
Corruption...of my heart
Damnation...is bound to start
Vegetation...of my soul
The Completion...of one big painful hole. - Kendra
"If we walk in the light, as He is in the light...the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin." 1 John 1:7
Seduction...the temptation, way too blind
Interruption...of my life's path
Suppresion...of pain, my emotionl wrath
Corruption...of my heart
Damnation...is bound to start
Vegetation...of my soul
The Completion...of one big painful hole. - Kendra
"If we walk in the light, as He is in the light...the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin." 1 John 1:7
Monday, November 16, 2009
a dream i had last night
We were on a boat, a really nice one. It was me, Jason and someone else. In another boat was a driver, another person, and Michael Jackson. We were racing them. We turned real sharp and all of our cows in diapers flew into the ocean. We turned back around to rescue them and as the guys were pulling the cows into the boat I was trying to explain to them why we should just keep the soaking wet diapers they were wearing on them and save the clean, dry ones because the wet ones could still contain "things" until we got to dry land. Then when there was no chance of the cows falling overboard, we'd put the dry ones on.
Friday, November 6, 2009
convo's with Riv
River: Mommy, we made omelets at school today.
Mommy: ooh yum. did you use eggs and cheese?
River: yes.
Mommy: did you put some ham in it?
River: No, we put hog in it.
Riv' BF Jenna: Dinosaurs are real but unicorns aren't.
Riv: Yeah, there's no more dinosaurs. Some people think a meteor killed 'em.
BF Jenn: They probably ate each other up.
Riv: Yeah, or a earth-crack got 'em. Do you know what a earth-crack is?
(Me: laughing so hard inside I didn't hear the rest of the conversation.)
Me: Who helped you with this project at school?
Riv: Miss D.
Me: Which one is she?
Riv: the perfect one.
me: Why is she perfect?
Riv: She's not fat like Mrs.* She's not really really old like Mrs. ** and she doesn't have a really big forehead like Ms. ***.
Mommy: ooh yum. did you use eggs and cheese?
River: yes.
Mommy: did you put some ham in it?
River: No, we put hog in it.
Riv' BF Jenna: Dinosaurs are real but unicorns aren't.
Riv: Yeah, there's no more dinosaurs. Some people think a meteor killed 'em.
BF Jenn: They probably ate each other up.
Riv: Yeah, or a earth-crack got 'em. Do you know what a earth-crack is?
(Me: laughing so hard inside I didn't hear the rest of the conversation.)
Me: Who helped you with this project at school?
Riv: Miss D.
Me: Which one is she?
Riv: the perfect one.
me: Why is she perfect?
Riv: She's not fat like Mrs.* She's not really really old like Mrs. ** and she doesn't have a really big forehead like Ms. ***.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
When God answers a prayer
Yesterday, something wonderful happened. God's grace is amazing! Lately, Riverlyn is starting to understand prayer and how to pray. And when she prays, she has such faith! Well, it was raining outside and Riverlyn wanted to go outside with her umbrella. I was feeding the baby in the nursery. After being out in the rain for just a couple of minutes it started pouring. I could imagine her trying to get in the door with the cold rain beating down on her as her precious 5 year old hands try to open the door and get the umbrella in. It simply wasn't going to happen. That's when I hear her open the door just a little and holler at me inside to come help her. I couldn't respond before the door slammed shut. She couldn't hear me now. I was going to tell her to put the umbrella down and just hurry inside. So, that's I started to pray "God, she has so much faith in you! Lord, please let her say a prayer and ask you to stop the rain so you can stop the rain and just give her a light of your existence and love for her."
Then, immediately, the rain completely stopped. It was dead silent. The door opened, she came in and wiped her feet. Her feet pitter-pattered through the house and she ran into the nursery huffing and puffing. "Mommy! It started raining really hard and I couldn't get inside so I asked God to stop the rain so I could come inside. And He did! He made it stop!"
And this is just one of many prayers He has answered immediately like that for me.
We were created to love and be loved.
He is our Father. Do you want to be His child?
Pray for your children! Pray for their health, relationships and safety. Pray for their hearts and ask the Lord to let them feel the Holy Spirit and know it! Pray for help from the Lord to guide you as you raise your children. And always, pray with them and encourage them to pray.
Then, immediately, the rain completely stopped. It was dead silent. The door opened, she came in and wiped her feet. Her feet pitter-pattered through the house and she ran into the nursery huffing and puffing. "Mommy! It started raining really hard and I couldn't get inside so I asked God to stop the rain so I could come inside. And He did! He made it stop!"
And this is just one of many prayers He has answered immediately like that for me.
We were created to love and be loved.
He is our Father. Do you want to be His child?
Pray for your children! Pray for their health, relationships and safety. Pray for their hearts and ask the Lord to let them feel the Holy Spirit and know it! Pray for help from the Lord to guide you as you raise your children. And always, pray with them and encourage them to pray.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
my loves...
Okay, so I'm totally skipping out on my chance to take a shower just to update this darned blog. Here some more baby pics! She's 4 weeks old now! Can you believe it?
Quick birth story:
Early that morning my back had the familiar back ache...I figured today would be the day, so...I took a shower, put make-up on :), checked my bags and got ready just in case...then the contractions started very mild. I pulled River out of school early, took her to in-laws, and waited for J to get off work. Contractions were getting closer but nothing I couldn't talk through. He got off work and we decided to go to the hospital to see if they wanted me to stay, if they did we'd call family and let them know. They said stay. We officially checked in 5:30 pm. They said I could get the pain meds whenever I was ready but I didn't want it too soon and decided to get it when I just couldn't take it anymore. At 8:25 I said I was ready, she checked me and I was at a 6 and 100%. We were waiting for the epidural-giver and the dr. called. Said she was on her way and to go ahead and break my water. As soon as my water broke, she turned me on my side to get ready for the pain meds. That's when I said she's coming now and the nurse freaked out. There was no time for anything, no dr., no pain meds, no time for scrubs to be put on, i started pushing as they were telling me not to. Screw them, that's what my body was telling me to do! At 8:44 she announced herself as a dr. from another part of the hospital slid in to catch her just in time. (J was there just in case though :) )
Friday, September 25, 2009
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