Yesterday was a beautiful sixty degree, no wind kind of day. I spent it inside with two pukey girls. Today, everyone is healthy and it is nineteen degrees (and falling fast) with snow or something icy on its way. Other than a quick trip to get hay for Austin, Degnan and Josie, we are staying inside. What went on during this inside day at our house?
1. I worked on taxes. BOOOOORRRRRIIIINGGGG!
2. Makenna dug out her My Little Ponies and set up shop/ranch. She was not happy to discover that Princess Celestia was missing. Josie immediately got the blame for the missing winged pony. In retaliation, Makenna hid Fat Baby. Fat Baby is Josie's go to baby doll. Fat Baby is a daily part of Josie's life. Austin and I told Makenna that we didn't think Josie had anything to do with the disappearance of Princess Celestia. I can't be sure but I think the ragged pony got thrown away in the last basement toy raid. We told Makenna to bring Fat Baby out of hiding. She didn't listen. Josie got home from getting hay and immediately noticed the missing Fat Baby. "WHERE IS MY FAT BABY?!?!?!" I hollered down the stairs to Makenna to bring her out. "YOU HAVE HER?!?! GET HER NOW!!" Makenna could be heard screaming and running for Fat Baby.
3. Josie brought her cats in the house to play with them. Degnan wanted to play with them also. Josie did not approve of his method of play. It seems Degnan decided to use Ghost, the kitty, as a practice animal for goat tying.
4. Makenna tried on four different outfits; fixed her hair; and wore my glasses around for a good hour because they "made her look goooood". At some point, she lost my glasses. I can't be too upset. I lose them all the time.
5. We skipped church this morning to go feed cows. I have no doubt God was okay with our decision. When we got to the cold, snowy pasture, we had a brand new baby calf waiting for us. It's our first one. We aren't big ranchers but we sure do love it. We had three very excited mini ranchers. It's fun to see the different reactions each one has to it. Josie needed to get as close as possible and check it ALL out. Makenna couldn't believe how "adorabable" it was. She was particularly fond of its "beeeeeuuuutiful brown eyes". Degnan took it all in and reminded us that the mama cow was the one we had a hard time sorting off from her calf last year. She wasn't all that fond of us and showed us her distaste by running at us and snorting. I am not sure how he remembers this because all of our cows look the same. They are all black. The tag number is the only visible difference. For him to remember that #377 was the trouble cow last year, is pretty impressive. It was also nice to have the reminder of her attitude while we tagged her calf. She wasn't too mean this morning. Phew!!
6. This afternoon, we have big plans of napping and watching The American. It's a million dollar rodeo. We have special reason to watch and cheer. My cousin, Jule Hazen, is in the steer wrestling. There will be loud cheers headed to Dallas for him.
I am sure we will have more stories from the rest of the day.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Here’s the follow up to As Plain As the Nose On My Face. The biopsy came back as some type of precancerous cells. The doctor gave me the name of them but I didn't catch all of it. I swear it sounded like he was ordering carne asada. I knew my nose looked a little dry but I had no idea it looked like a Mexican steak dish.
My options for treatment were exciting ones. They could spread acid on my nose while I sat under a blue light; or I could have the cells frozen off. Because I am pregnant, the freezing method was best. I was smarter this time around and didn’t bring my cheering section of creepy country girls. The treatment wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was, however, a real eye opener. I bet you are thinking that my eyes are opened to better skin care and staying out of the sun. Well, I already had that one covered. This treatment opened my eyes to what one of the hundreds of heifers I have freeze branded really felt like. In case you don’t remember what freeze branding is, take a refresher at: Freeze Branding So, as I sat there with the doctor freezing the nasty off of my nose, all I could think was “Wow, so this is what it feels like when we freeze brand heifers.”
Yes, I know I probably need to seek professional treatment for my weirdness. I also need to figure out a way to make my freeze branded nose look presentable.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Degnan does two things when he is home. He is at the barn with his horses and he plays with his ranch "set". These two activities take up 90% of his non-sleeping time. He has big plans for both activities.
His plans for his outside time with the real horses are big ones. He rides. He does ground work. He feeds. He cleans the barn. He scoops manure. He has drawn a picture of the barn he thinks we should build. He has mapped out a new set up for the pens. He has BIG plans. If we had the money, we would probably follow them. He has a good eye for these things.
His plans for inside ranching aren't any smaller. He can set up a ranch including barns, grass pasture, wheat pasture, hay fields, working pens, and a small grow yard in no time at all. If he is missing something, he makes it. I can't tell you how many boxes have been turned into wind breaks, cakers, feed bins, hay feeders or bridges. Recently, he "really needed" a walker for his horses. I couldn't think of any way he was going to get this done without adult intervention. Wrong again, Mom. Here is his walker.
I know a lot can change between now and him growing up. However, if he ends up being a city guy when he grows up, I will be shocked. I have a feeling he is sticking with his ranching plan.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
What happens when you take the creepy country kids to the circus? Well, you spend a small fortune; get a lot of entertainment; and a very insightful review. This is a post of short stories and snippets that have nothing in common other than they all happened at the circus.
We let each kid take $10 out of their piggy bank for a treat at the circus. Strangely, when we went to the piggy banks, Makenna was filthy rich and the other two didn't have much. Before you go thinking Makenna has been robbing her brother and sister blind, let me explain. Degnan and Josie have a bad habit of being careless with their money. No matter how many times we tell them to take it to their piggy bank, they end up leaving it lying around. I had thought they were eventually getting it there. It turns out, Makenna was cleaning it up and storing it in her piggy bank. Smart girl. She is going to love doing laundry when she gets older.
Upon entering the building, Makenna and Josie were ready to spend their money. It had to be spent RIGHT AWAY.
Makenna chose a fiber optic wand that will give you seizures if you stare at it long enough. She was in love. I had a headache.
Josie chose to have her face painted like a tiger. She isn't going to pass up the opportunity to get to wear makeup in public. Degnan was holding out for the perfect gift. He may not be able to remember where he left his money but he is careful about spending it.
Austin wasn't excited about the circus at all. Then, this charming lady performed and he was all eyes. So strange.
Pictures like these help explain why I was wearing almost as much of Josie's tiger face as she was by the end of the day.
With intermission came the opportunity to ride the elephants or ponies. Every year at least one of our kids asks to ride the ponies. Every year we remind them that we own ponies and we aren't paying for them to ride somewhere else. This year Makenna wanted to ride the ponies. Degnan pointed out that they were "all crippled". She agreed.
She didn't agree to ride the elephants. Degnan and Josie braved the smell. Seriously, they were super smelly. We are country people. We are used to smelly. This was particularly bad.
Makenna pointed out that she wasn't using any money to ride the elephant so she should get her face painted. I love a good negotiator.
Josie is looking a little less tiger and a lot more zombie. Austin is waiting for the acrobats to come back out.
Degnan sat on the far end and escaped most of the pictures. I am sure he planned that.
I snuck up on him and got at least one. At this point, he still hadn't found the perfect thing to spend his ten dollars on.
Makenna's favorite part of the circus was this performance.
She has requested we buy her red sheets and hang them from her ceiling so she can learn this. Not a chance, sister.
Josie's favorite part was the cotton candy and face painting. Degnan didn't have a favorite part. He was too disturbed by the animals. Not only did he think the ponies were all crippled and needed wormed, he also thought the elephants looked "dead in the eyes" and the tigers were "probably drugged". I had to agree with his observations.
Friday, February 14, 2014
This is my Valentine.
He teaches them how to have a little fun.
He takes care of them.
He accepts my crazy ideas that include using the trailer as scaffolding. Hey, it worked.
He poses for the dreaded pictures with me.
He helped me build a family we are proud of.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
I have a tendency to procrastinate. This tendency is especially present when it involves something for me. No, I am not bragging about how I put myself last and others first. To be honest, I am just not that in touch with my inner self. I nag Austin to go to the doctor when he is ill. That makes me a total hypocrite because I hardly ever go to the doctor for an illness. I procrastinate to the point my body either heals itself or the issue becomes permanent. I suspect it is not just procrastination but also a bit of denial. If someone tells me something is officially wrong with me; I have to admit it. Then, I have to deal with it. How inconvenient is that?
One such personal task has been that of going to the dermatologist. For about a year and a half, my nose has been a dry, peeling mess. I suspected it was a dreaded sign of aging. Hormones don’t just rear their ugly head during the teen years. I tried everything I could think of to treat this myself. Short of smearing lard on my nose for moisture, I had exhausted all possibilities. It was as plain as the peeling nose on my face that I needed to seek medical advice. I made an appointment with the dermatologist. My appointment was yesterday. I went in knowing I was going to hear the “your skin is going to change as you get older” speech. It isn’t that I dread getting older. It’s that I don’t feel old enough to be talking about it yet. I am only thirty-four. Surely, that is the new twenty-four. The dermatologist granted my wish. He didn’t tell me it was a sign of my age. He did tell me it was a sign of skin cancer and promptly did a biopsy leaving me with two very nice stitches and an ugly bandage. Was it hard to hear? Did my stomach drop? Am I beside myself with worry? Nope. Why? Well, not being in touch with my inner self probably helps some but the main reason is my girls.
Not only was yesterday the day of my dermatologist appointment. It was also the day of gymnastics. Once a week, I take the girls to Dodge City for gymnastics. Not wanting to make two trips to Dodge in one day, I took the girls with me. Why wouldn’t I? I was expecting a talk about age, not a procedure. I worried a bit about what the girls would think of seeing their mom get a shot in her nose, a hole cut in it and stitches. The three of us had already made quite an impression on the doctors and staff. I refused to answer any questions without my hand covering my mouth. I had Doritos for lunch and was mortified to discover my gum was mysteriously gone from my purse. Thanks, Josie! I didn’t want them to smell my stale Dorito breath. No one deserves that. The student doctor took pity on me and gave me some gum. Josie said, “Hey, I like gum!” Makenna just smiled at them. This prompted a trip to the doctor’s office for Lifesavers for the girls. I got settled in for the slice and dice. Makenna attempted to comfort me by telling me that no one would ever beat me at "The Nose Game" if the doctor had to cut mine off. I have no idea what this game is nor am I dying to be the best at it due to a lack of nose. As the doctor came at me with the shot of Lidocaine, he casually mentioned to the student “Fingers, nose, penis, toes for Lidocaine.” I told him that it was good to know these parts were so closely related when it came to deadening them for partial removal. He may have blushed. I think he forgot I was listening. As the shot went in, the girls became very tense. Were they worried about me? Nope, they couldn’t see. Josie stationed herself on my left attempting to get a view behind the doctor. Makenna all but climbed into the chair with me to see. Suddenly, I heard Josie say “Ohhh, blood.” Makenna confirmed her observation with “Lots of it.” They were very helpful in directing the nurse as to any spots that were in danger of running down my face. So much for their overwhelming concern for me. The doctor commented on their reverent attitude towards blood. I simply said “They have been to the vet clinic too much.” He was wearing cowboy boots so I suspect he understood somewhat. I am not so sure about the medical student. This was probably a first for her. It might have been a last.
The moral of this story is two-fold. One, don’t procrastinate something medical for a year and a half. Even I realize that was dumb. Two, don’t take the creepy country kids with you to the doctor and expect any type of sympathy or concern. After all what happened to me was nothing compared to our colt, Jimber, being gelded. Just ask Josie. She saw both procedures and determined Jimber had it much worse. I am kind of glad they came with me. It kept the situation light. I would much rather laugh my way through a bad situation than worry my way through it.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Some days I feel like parenting is one of two feelings: "Awwwww!" or "Aaaaagh!"
My not to be outdone by her older and much better rider of a brother, three year old. My second favorite horse and constant surprise at how gentle and calm he is with a kid on his back.
I realize there are quite a few more pictures of my "Awwww!" times than my "Aaaaagh!" times. Does that mean I have more of them? Most definitely! I wouldn't say the ratio is correct though. I just don't have the instincts to snap pics during all of my "Aaaaagh!" moments. Believe me, there are plenty.