Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Isn't this just the cutest little turtle you've ever seen? Nate's roommate rescued him from the ghetto streets. Seriously.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
P.S. James did not wear this out in public! He had an accident and these were the only pants available. Sweet, huh?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Like the title of my post? It's so profound I can hardly contain myself. So, yesterday we had a fun day. We spent a lot of yesterday outside. We played in the 'ba-yard,' one of James' most favorite places. He dug lots of dirt and scooped it into his dump truck. Jeff dug out a fence post and re-set it so we can actually close our gate. James 'helped' with that. We also walked down to see the 53rd annual Soap Box Derby car race going on. That was fun to watch. They close the road off near our house and hold the derby. We found a nice shady place right next to the finish line and watched the cars come down the hill. James' day would not be complete, however, without a visit to 'Dammy and Da-Paw's house,' and he got his wish. Overall it was a fun day, and I dare say relaxing, even though it was busy. It was just nice to have Jeff home without a load of homework to do!
Friday, June 20, 2008
2. We saw a pair of ducks this morning and one of them was preening his feathers. James said 'That duck is eating himself.'
3. James caught a rolly polly this morning. I showed him how they rolled up and he said it was 'like a beach ball.'
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
2. The previous owner of our house must have generously supported every charity that ever sent him address labels. Since we have moved in, we have received a blanket, a cool flashlight keychain, stickers, greeting cards, prayer books, a nickel, a prayer 'rug,' and today....drum roll, please....a necklace of the blessed Mother. Just what I always dreamed of. We never know what will come in the mail for him, and it's not like we can forward it to him anyway. Not to sound crass, but he's not going to be wanting the stuff. Anyone looking for a Virgin Mary necklace?
3. James yelled to me in the backyard today, "Hurry, Mama! Turtle! Hurry! Tome see! Hurry! Hurry! Turtle!" I was 98% sure it wasn't a turtle, but I wanted to see what he found. This is what he was pointing to. How creative is that?
4. Here are a few pictures from the weekend. It was a long one. Jeff worked all weekend at my parents installing Pergo. James was/is on the edge of a toddlerhood crisis, whatever that is. He's having issues, poor guy.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Jeff’s uncle grew up on a ranch in Gateway Canyon. His family had owned the property for several generations. His grandfather, Preach Massey, worked the ranch as did his father before him, back when the West was wild. So here is an exciting Franch history lesson for y’all. One thing that is all important to any farm or ranch operation is water. No one can run a successful operation without a source of water. The problem is, water is not always easy to come by. You don’t really hear about it so much around here, but water and grazing rights were and very important to farmers and ranchers. Having water and grazing rights gives you the resources you need to care for your property. Often fights arose over who had the right to what. Feuds started and anger rose. It was something like this that started another family in the canyon against the Massey’s. The story has it that there was a dispute over water. I am going off my memory here, so I may not have the details quite right. Whatever it was, there was a dispute. I believe that the Massey family refused to sell the rights to their water. One day when Preach was about three years old, he was riding a horse with his father along the ridge of the mountain. I am not sure if there was a confrontation or not. I don’t remember, but Preach’s father was shot off his horse. He died right there. Preach sat alone on the horse at the top of the mountain. The shooter then went on to burn down the cabin containing the deed to the property in dispute. The family story goes that the horse found his way back to the ranch, with Preach still perched atop him. You may be wondering if this is a tall tale. I kind of wondered the same thing. While I didn’t think that the story was made up, I wondered if it was really all that spectacular. Not long after, when I worked at a retirement home, I actually took care of a man who also grew up in Gateway. He was older than dirt and remembered the story too. The only differing detail was that his father had found Preach and the horse wandering the mountain and led them back home. If that weren’t enough confirmation, we also knew a lady from church who also lived on a ranch up there. She, too, verified the story. Jeff’s uncle actually took us up to the ‘scene of the crime’ one time, and that was pretty interesting. Sometimes the truth is more exciting than fiction I suppose.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Oh, and Merry Jo....he said several times "Tell baby Jo her jam is yummy. Baby Jo bring us jam!" Needless to say it is gone, and it was yummy!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Don't let the description fool you. This stuff is really good! Make it at home, or when camping. It is really good, although just a tad high in fat. But who's counting! :)
Enjoy at home, or while camping.
1 bag of frozen Tater Tots
1-2 green peppers, cut into bit sized pieces
1 onion, chopped
4-8 garlic cloves, whole (or more, depending on if you like garlic)
breakfast meat, such as sausage or bacon, or both
In a large dutch oven, brown meat of choice. Remove meat and use remaining grease to fry onions and peppers. Throw meat back in, along with the garlic and tater tots. Add a few tablespoons of butter. Put lid on dutch oven and bake in 350 degree oven or over fire till tater tots are cooked thru and everything is nice and yummy. Eat for breakfast, lunch or dinner!
***And a side note: I made coffee cake this morning for breakfast. James told me 'I want more Happy Birthday." Meaning, Happy Birthday, we have cake....so cake must be called Happy Birthday! I wonder if he thinks we are singing to the cake when its someone's birthday?
Monday, June 09, 2008
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
I have come under considerable scrutiny by certain peoples who I will not mention by name for the ownership of this plate. I asked for it for my birthday, and I got my wish. So what it it's the size of a hubcap and looks like a Mexican belt buckle? I think its funky, and to quote Jeff, "Funkiness is next to godliness." Well, maybe he didn't say that.
Here are a few shots of the things growing in my garden! So far, my fence is keeping the pesky rabbits out. James is working on keeping the birds out for me. He says "Shoo, birds. Dit out Mommy's darden!" I am excited to hurry up and get to pickin'! However, I think that my lettuce is still a bit on the vertically challenged spectrum, so I am going to have to wait a while.
In other news, which is not very interesting, Jeff is taking a summer Economics class. Summer class equals lots of homework. So, that's what he's been up to. In other news, I think I need to get a grip. I found myself reading half a headline on a rolled up newspaper in someone's driveway yesterday. Since we have been sans TV, I have no idea what's going on around this here planet. I was surprised to see the headline "...Concedes to Obama." As I stood there trying inconspicuously to read someone's paper, I realized I need to start checking Google news every now and then so I don't look like a colossal dork standing there trying to ascertain the status of the world by reading a newspaper rolled up in a plastic bag.
That's all for today, folks. I told you it would be random!
The Pork Barrel: Not-So-Fine Franch Dining
As young college students with a limited budget, Jeff and I were always on the lookout for a cheap meal. Really, we were both well fed by my Grandma who insisted on cooking countless wonderful meals for us. I think she single-handedly put 25 pounds on Jeff while we were dating. But when we were going back and forth between school, work and wherever, we still had the need to eat. I think back then I ate my weight in 39 cent bean burritos at Taco Bell. Oh, the injustice when they went up to 69 cents. It was a tragedy. We also ate our fair share of 99 cent Whoppers, which I will never touch again. Then, we made a discovery: The Pork Barrel Café. My friend Meg tipped us off. This fine dining establishment was out in the middle of what y’all on the East Coast would probably consider NOWHERE. Located in the town of Mack, this establishment was close to nothing but the Last Chance Gas Station. Mack is/was a town of only a couple hundred people, with a lot of stange ones in the bunch. There were the nudists who collected pop cans and mowed their lawn in the buff, the meth-heads and alcoholics hiding out from society and an odd assortment of other misfits with some normal people thrown in the mix. Sounds like your kinda’ place, huh? So, this was the location of the Pork Barrel Café. We also made the discovery that the café is located inside a double wide trailer and run by the Pig Lady herself. Sweet! Already, you can see this is going to be a five star place. When you step inside, the walls are covered, every square inch of them, with bumper stickers, newspaper articles, T-shirts and other memorablia all related to pigs. From floor to ceiling, every nook and cranny was plastered with pig stuff. There were a few tables and a couple booths. We sat down and got our menus. The menus were school folders with ‘Pork Barrel’ scrawled on the front with a marker. Inside was a menu a page or two long. One of the items on the menu was the ‘Prairie Dog Burrito.’ We never quite figured out what was in it, or why it was called the Prairie Dog Burrito. The rest of the menu was pretty standard home-cooking type stuff: hamburgers, biscuits and gravy, stuff like that. The lady told us ‘We’re outta fries, and we used up all the gravy, so you can’t get any of that.’ Sometimes when we would order our food, it would take so long that we were sure they were actually out killing the cow. Once or twice, they brought out our food in stages. One person would get their meal, while the other person had to wait another half an hour to get theirs. We were kind of grossed out by the fact that after another couple left, they took the remainder of the ice tea in their pitcher and poured it right back in to the pot. I don’t exactly thing that would pass muster with the health inspector. Another time while we were dining at this fine establishment, the Pig Lady herself, dressed unfortunately in a black tube top (picture about 27 pounds of saggy potatoes stuffed into a 5 pound bag), proceeded to spray down the outside windows with a house while we munched away at our food. It any case, it was kind of entertaining eating there, and the food wasn’t bad. Most importantly, it was cheap! On one of our trips to the Pork Barrel, before our fear of food poisoning outweighed our need of a cheap meal, we encountered a hilarious scene. There were two unsuspecting travelers who had stopped in to grab a bite to eat. These women needed the use of a restroom. Surprisingly, despite the small size of the place, there were separate bathrooms for men and women. The doors were labeled ‘Boars’ and ‘Sows.’ Those poor women were thrown for a loop! There were conversing back and forth in hushed tones, ‘Which one do we go in? Boars or Sows?’ We got quite a chuckle out of that. Despite the strange ambiance and cheap food, we decided after a while that it was in our best intestinal interest to stop frequenting the Pork Barrel. After all, don’t prairie dogs carry the plague? Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that burrito. I’ve had a strange twitch ever since.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Now, here’s the story:
At the farm, there was a load of grain in the hopper that had gone moldy. To translate for you, no one wanted it. It couldn’t be used for feed for cows or horses. It was a loss. Somehow they found out the pig lady wanted it. She wanted the grain to feed the pigs. Pigs aren’t picky. They just eat. Even bacon. But I digress. Jeff and Charlie took the grain over to the lady’s house. It consisted of a trailer out on the edge of Mack, with various and sundry abandoned vehicles laying around and pigs wandering freely. They located the woman and asked her where they could dump the grain. She gestured toward the yard and said, ‘Oh, there’s fine.’ So, following her instructions, they dumped it right there in the middle of the driveway in front of the house. The best part of waking up, as we all know, is the smell of moldy grain wafting in your window. At one point during the drop off, some random hobo just crawled out of one of the abandon cars and commenced wandering around. It was all very bizarre. That was Jeff’s experience with this lady. So, it’s a wonder that anyone, including yours truly, ate at the café run by none other than the pig lady herself. Since this post is getting rather long, I will post PART 2 of the Pig Lady Saga tomorrow. See you then!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
So anyway, there is a point to all this. I haven't really been bothered by any creepy guys asking for dates lately. But today, at the grocery store, the old guy bagging my groceries asked if I needed help carrying them out. I said 'No, thanks, I am fine.' He looked me up and down and said 'Well I can see that. Yes, you are fine alright. You look good, yes you do. I know you are fine.' Right then I wanted to run away, but I was waiting for my receipt. To his credit, I think, he seemed a few fries short of a happy meal if you know what I mean, but still. The cashier sort of smiled at me with a look that said 'Yeah, he's weird.' Apparently, the freak magnet is still working.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
and James can do a little roll playing with Mr. Swift. On the other hand, maybe not.