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Going going- I’ll be back!

Okay so it is snowing today and I’m feeling a bit humbug.

I will be back though. I’ve got a few ideas/ recipes to share but at the moment they are stuck on the hard drive of a rogue computer. Grrr!

Until then come visit me at Blog Schmog. Submit your adventures in turning lemons into lemonade on Friday for Fu-get ABout it Fridays (F.A.B.)! Fab in the “Fabulous I’m getting another cup of coffee before I tie myself to a rocket headed for the moon” kind of Friday. Is anyone out there that can relate? Its where moms, grandmas, dad’s, grads (anyone really) unite to laugh in the face of permanent marker art and mom jeans!FabF1

October 29, 2009 at 11:16 am Leave a comment

“Fancy” Horse Stories From the Archives

Fancy

“We were, wanna be rebel’s who didn’t have a clue…

in our rockin’ roll t-shirts and our ty-pi-cal bad attitudes.”

 

That was my best friend and I!  There was one summer when we were sixteen, we had way too much fun.  For us girls it was long horseback rides wearing shorts and moccasins riding home in the dark. It was that time at dusk a coyote stalked us for over half an hour. It was running our horses with the elk in the vast Idaho woods around her house.  It was skinny dipping in the lake or better yet jumping in fully clothed and then getting the worlds worst saddle sores riding home wet!  She got hurt so much that year her parents dubbed their place “Kicking Horse Ranch” in honor of our antics.  Guess I shouldn’t wonder where my kids get it!  This was one of those kicking horse  stories.

It was spring breakup, the time the loggers have to find other things to do because the ground is so soft and muddy.  It’s a great time for riding horseback and we hadn’t been out in ages.  Forgetting all inhabitions we bridled the horses in the field and took off down the mountain.  We were so anxious we didn’t bother to follow the proper steps; halter, brush, tack, bridle then go.  I gave her a leg up onto her dun mare and then, while she held my horse I backed up far enough to get a few good steps running and lept onto my appaloosa hooking my left arm over her tall wither, then shimmyed myself up onto her back.  It was slow and not at all graceful. Later into the summer we could swing on bareback with ease but it was spring and our riding muscles were weak so we scrambled up any ol’ way we could manage.

Away we went.

Our girls, Kyanne and Shadow were smoked, heads held high, ears perked and prancing up the logging trail as we giggled and sang in our best Reba accent,

“I remember it ah-all very weh-ell, lookin’ back it was the summer I turned eighteen.  We li-ived in a one room, run down shack on the outskirts of New-ooo Orleans.”

She picked up the pace and I followed then gave her a mischievious look, nodded and leaned forward to indicate I wanted to race.  Without a word she slapped her mare gently on the rump taking her from a trot to a  run.  Shadow picked up her feet faster and faster galloping ahead to meet my challenge.

The trees whipped by like dark fence rails… one, two, three.  Faster and faster we went.  Now five rails at a time, now ten.  We were flying! 

Bareback at a full gallop our seats no longer touched the horses.  We knew we needed to slow down because up ahead the road would switch back and start up the steep mountain.  Out of breath I tried to rein in my horse.  Fighting for balance and leverage I bumped on Kyanne’s back. 

Bump, yank, bump, yank.

Sorry Kyanne!

I hated to yank on her but she wasn’t responding.  She was usually so good but her instinct was too strong.  I could not get her to stop!

My friend was a good couple yards ahead of us not having any more luck with her horse Shadow.

“I can’t STOP!” she hollered into the wind!

The hairpin turn was fast approaching. The trees were still flashing past by the dozen.  Up ahead the road had washed out from a stream caused by melting snow.  Shale had collapsed down the steep shoulder into our path.

I watched helplessly as Shadow slowed and kicked up her heels to attempt to strike my horse and maintain her lead.  My friend swung herself off  the side, still hanging onto the reins and was dragged face first into the mud in front of me. 

I was pulling with all my might but desperately trying not to fall off when my horse lurched to the right and up the steep incline of shale and falling rock.  We scrambled and slid down toward the heap that was my best friend.

Forgetting the reins, I wrapped my arms around Kyanne’s neck and squeezed my eyes shut letting out a weak scream as my little Indian horse pushed off from the bank and lept over  my huddled friend. 

It took less than two seconds but it felt like an eternity. I peeked through one eye as we sailed over the top of her and then squeezed both eyes shut again to brace for the landing.

Bum-bump!

She landed and stopped. 

Still wrapped around her neck I slowly let out a stifled breath, “whoa.”

I quickly dismounted and made a feeble attempt to catch Shadow who was undisturbed by the events and happily eating grass.  She took one look at me and bolted for home.

My best friends head was bleeding, I had noticed it the minute I opened my eyes but she insisted I catch her horse.  Not wanting to alarm her I followed her directions until the horse took off then turned back to her, purposely defeated.

She put her hand to her head and brought it down in front of her face covered in blood. “I’m bleeding!”

I responded in a calm monotone, “I know.”  I was not  calm but had to think clearly, this was no time to panic.

The blood trickled all the way down to the bottom of her long blond hair and began to pool on the ground behind her but she was alert and sitting up so I was optimistic. We were a good couple miles from home and left with only one horse.

I asked if she thought she could stand up while secretly trying to see if her eyes were dilated.  My dad, being an EMT and firefighter by trade was a safety nazi and prepared me constantly for emergency situations and concussions.  To my recolection I had never had to use my “expertise”. Yet!

I had an extra shirt so I used it to provide pressure on the cut and attempt to stop the bleeding.  Slowly she clamored to her feet and I let her lean on my horse. We began the long walk back. 

“Well, you won!” I teased.

“Very funny Jess.” she grumbled and rolled her eyes holding the wadded up shirt awkwardly atop her head.

When Shadow arrived home without a rider my friend’s brother was sent down on his motorcycle to see if we needed help.  He roared up and skidded to a stop, took one look at his sister and went into panic mode!

“Get on I’ll take you home!”

Yeah right, she will be real safe on your dirt bike as you race her back up the hill in a frenzied panic!? I worried silently. 

My friend was quick to think, “I’m okay, just go get the farm truck” she instructed.

He started his cycle back up, revved the engine a couple times, did a donut in the gravel and raced back up the mountain spitting rocks at us as he retreated.

“Hrmph,” I snorted, “I hope he makes it back safely!”

Once again we were left in silence.  We sat down in the grass beside the road and stared into the blue sky. Why do these things always happen to us?  I sighed heavily and knelt to peel back the shirt just enough to see if the bleeding was beginning to slow.  It looked good to me but what did I know.

Once the pickup returned I mounted Kyanne and rode the rest of the way home in silence.  I knew my friend would be okay but it could have been much worse!  I trembled a little as the adrenaline left my body and praised God for His hand in the situation….

Thank you Lord for protecting us even in our stupidity!

Prologue:

Her mom and I washed the wound and joked about whether or not we could tape her sliced scalp back together.  She felt no real pain, just a dull headache and had no signs of concussion.  Still we decided she had better go to the ER and have it checked out. I don’t remember exactly how many stitches she got but I do remember sitting there begging the doc not to cut her beautiful hair!

October 12, 2009 at 2:27 pm 5 comments

A Mini Donkey Tried to Eat Me!

It was the horseback ride from_____ well, lets just say it was an adventure.

Thing 1 begs me every day to take him riding so this time I said yes.  We have a little pinto mare whom he calls “his horse” that has an arthritic knee (from an injury) and can’t go anywhere too fast so he is pretty safe on her. 

We waited for Matt to come home, shoveled down a quick dinner and piled out the door hoping to sneak out before the Bubba could see what was happening.

Thing 2 didn’t want to get left behind so I doubled him on my “Mountain Mare” and we headed down the trail.

We went along fine for a while but 5 year old Thing 2 is not the most natural of horsemen and when my horse jolted forward unexpectedly I suddenly had his feet up under my armpits.  Instead of bringing her to an immediate stop all I could think was to grab for him behind my back, hoping to catch a clump of his shirt.  He was howling and wailing while she loped ahead and he bounced around on her rump while I tried desperately to keep us both atop! 

We made it through that one and it wasn’t long before the howls of surprise subsided.  The 5 year old can get quite emotional over anything unexpected.

Meanwhile Thing 1 was plunking along on his little mare when we came to a large tree in the trail.   She could not lift her bad knee high enough to clear the obstacle so with a crash and a bump she ended up high centered over the thing.  In another instant and a horrendous struggle she made it over completely, fell to her knees and then stumbled back up to her feet.  I have no idea how Thing 1 managed to ride it out with out a peep.  Poor girl banged up her sore knee.

 We finally made it out of the woods about 3 miles down a fairly steep grade to meet back up with the road below.  My horse decided that she was bored and started eyeing everything with suspicion. 

We rode about a half mile on the road where a garbage can tried to eat Mountain Mare, then my neighbors fluffy dog; a bunch of cows, a rabbit in the weeds, a bicyclist and a motorcyclist then a kind neighbor who stopped in his pickup truck to let us pass.  He said hello in a voice so deep and smoothly rich that it startled me as well!  Thing 2 told me later in a high pitched squeak “I hope I sound like that man when I grow up!” 

I could not get my horse to settle down and I worried about another jolting ride for Thing 2 so I hopped off and led us back up the road to the trail head where I figured we would be safe from horse eating monsters.

We settled in again Mountain Mare and I in the lead with wiry haired Thing 2 clinging to my waist and Thing 1 surprisingly quiet (for once) following behind on his poky girl. 

Not 100 feet into the woods we came to a fence and the cutest little gray donkey that had to stand less than 30″ high and was certainly that wide!  But Oh *^$&*+ I am sure I heard my horseswear as her head snapped around to get a better look and we both saw him squeeze that fat belly right between the gate and a big black railroad tie it was chained to.

In an aggressive move I didn’t expect from such a cute little booger he bolted up to Thing 1’s horse, reared up and snorted in her face.

“Don’t let them sniff,” I scolded him then tried to urge my horse ahead to keep the mares moving farther away from the crazy donkey.  My son’s mare stood frozen in fear while I am certain by the look in her eye, my mare continued to think up unkind words to describe the angry gray monster.

We got a little ahead and the donkey left Thing 1’s mare to gallop past my horse and attempt to kick her in the knee with both hooves flying.  “Hang on TIGHT!”  I hollered at Thing 2 who had practically climbed into the saddle with me, arms and legs wrapped around my waist, head pressed into my back, this time no howls.

When the little guy came galloping back through the brush and the trees Thing 1’s horse decided she’d had enough.  She rammed into the back of us then jetted around my horse and ran as fast as her little legs could take her with the mini chasing from behind.

“Hang on! Hang on TIGHT!”  I yelled, still trying to cling to my double rider with one arm and steer my horse up the rocky trail with the other.

Suddenly the donkey turned back but our horses were not convinced, I allowed my mare to lope in order to keep up with my oldest and his runaway pony.  He was hanging on like nobody’s business but had lost his stirrups so legs and boots where flying and flopping, at first on either side of the horse and then slowly he leaned…

and I watched, as if in slow motion, as he bounced until off the side he went.

I was a little too close to the accidental dismount on a very narrow trail so my horse had to jump in order to avoid stomping his feet or a leg. 

In just twenty feet or so the riderless horse stopped and behind me the horseless rider got up, groaned a little then started hiking.  I wasn’t sure if he was mad or personally offended but he wasn’t seriously hurt, thank the Lord.

I had to hike the three miles home up the steep trial dragging two horses while Thing 1 limped along, only his pride hurt but his horse too banged up to ride. 

Back at home the boys told Dad we had an adventure and when Thing 1 retold the story he claimed he “was born to fall off!”

All because of a horse eating mini donkey.

September 14, 2009 at 9:00 am 8 comments

Summer Slackin’

See I’m silly, do you suspect my serious compulsion? thing 1 pie I have a compulsion for words and I love alliteration! 🙂 

That aside, I spent the time it takes to brew my morning coffee swatting flies!  Why flies you ask?  My darling Thinglets can not resist the great outdoors but since mom doesn’t cook during the summer they also can’t resist multiple trips indoors for a snack.  During the summer I slack in the eating and the cleaning department, I reserve most of my cleaning rampages for the dreary days of winter.  Please pay close attention to the word MOST as I am not good at practicing what I preach! 

The result is a summer slackin’ mamma, several snackin saps and a serious amount of smackin’ stinkin’ segmented sailing suckers!

Since I’ve been a regular participator in Linda’s weekly blog carnival, previously “What’s for Dinner Wednesday” I decided I couldn’t let down the troops so this week I don’t have a recipe but more of a slackers gluten free survival map!

thing 2 pieNever fear though, I will be back soon with full tummy recipes since in the Northwest summer is but a passing fancy!  We have guests this week and I plan to bring you my brother in law’s (Lil Sis’ Hubby) “Famous Fish Taco” recipe.  So tune in next week!

In the mean time-

Gluten Free Goof’s Slacker’s Survival Map:

The first stop is my sock drawer!  No I don’t have any science experiments brewing in there just a “treasure map” of sorts that helps me get my head out of the clouds when it comes time to eat!  Food preparation is one area that I am somewhat of a procrastinator.  I am not confident, I am picky and yet I have grand ideas that often flop (unless my hubby is helping- he is an uninhibited cook)!  Sooo, it helps me to have a simple plan to fall back on and yet not be bound to! 

Sounds much too complicated for FOOD!  For crying out loud those six mouths are simply six pie holes!

After I have fished out my treasure map I wistfully make a paper airplane out of it and send it sailing off of the deck, past the pigs, the horses, and the vegetable garden where I am reminded there are numerous summertime bubba pietreasures we don’t get to enjoy everyday!  Second stop, garden of weedin where we get our veggies fix’!

If there is extra time and I want to impress the rats I might stop by the BBQ on the way back to the house and create a dish for the critics!

When there is no extra time my map ends up as fuel for the barbecue and I whip up my go to summer meal complete with Sweet Baby Ray’s drizzly grin!

Occasionally I forget the whole thing and let my seven year old create his own masterpiece!

So in case there is any question, my treasures are featured all over this page!  No need for maps or compasses my husband and I have been thoroughly blessed with the four adorable children God has trusted us with!

Psalm 127:3-5
3Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
       children a reward from him.

 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
       are sons born in one’s youth.

 5 Blessed is the man
       whose quiver is full of them.
       They will not be put to shame
       when they contend with their enemies in the gate.

pee wee pieAaarg, I hope you’ve enjoyed this treasure hunt, come back next week for a seriously good installment of Linda’s new and improved “What Can I Eat That’s Gluten Free” and don’t forget to visit the others this week!

July 29, 2009 at 10:02 am 9 comments

100

It seems so soon, but this is my 100th post!  Who knew I would get hooked on the blogging business! 🙂  I thought in celebration of my “100 post birthday” I would attempt to think of 100 tidbits about me.

Here goes!

100 random things about me!

  1. I’ve been to Japan twice
  2. I’m terrified of bees
  3. I like zz-top
  4. I play flute (haha)
  5. I wanted to play trombone but the teacher said my arms were too short.
  6. I always wanted to have 4boys
  7. God gave us 3boys and 1 girl
  8. My little girls real name is Davie.  Matt and I picked her name while we were dating NOT after our 3 boys.  She has the same initials as my best friend and mom which is a promise I made to my best friend in the 6th grade.
  9. I love antiques
  10. I used to say I would live CA over my dead body
  11. Thankfully I’m alive after living in CA 4yrs
  12. I learned to drive a horse and buggy in Chino CA
  13. I designed and physically hand drew the  plans to the house we now live in.
  14. I like sunflowers and stinky daisies (weeds really)
  15. My husband and I met when I was on vacation- we lived 1700 mi apart.
  16. My husband and I courted online (yikes!)
  17. My first car was a “horse”- my grandpa’s Ford Pinto
  18. My third car was also a “horse” a Ford Mustang (I still have it)Mustang
  19. On that subject my Mustang “introduced” my husband and I.  More on that later.
  20. I have lived in Alberta Canada
  21. I like to collect rocks
  22. I speak some Japanese
  23. I understand some Spanish (my husband speaks Spanish)
  24. I’m most happy when I’m busy
  25. My love language is quality time
  26. I am terrible at bowling
  27. I hate pink
  28. In highschool my nickname was “Nick” (don’t ask)
  29. In highschool I played basketball (pretty funny for being only 4’11”)
  30. I can play about 10 chords on the guitar (slowly)!
  31. I play a little piano
  32. I like to write songs on occasion
  33. I was assistant band director for 1yr
  34. I can’t play violin
  35. I taught violin class
  36. I’ve never been a bridesmaid only a “matron”
  37. I was in a wedding in Tokyo Japan
  38. We fit all our possessions and two vehicles in the moving semi when we left CA
  39. My sis lived with us when she was 16, I only had one child of my own then.
  40. I did Pampered Chef before going gluten free
  41. My favorite item of clothing is jeansMy Jeans
  42. I have had 4 home businesses since I’ve been married and made about $4! Hehe
  43. I had my first son in a hospital, assisted
  44. I had my middle two sons in birthing centers with midwives, unassisted
  45. I had my daughter at home
  46. I was homeschooled when I was a kid
  47. I attended public school when I was a kid
  48. I attended private school  when I was a kid
  49. I only moved once as a kid (you do the math, haha)
  50. I went to school to be a teacher
  51. I went to school for music
  52. I homeschool my kids
  53. My kids attend public school (ask me if you care)
  54. My husband teaches public school
  55. As a kid I couldn’t wait to move away from “small town America”
  56. As a grown kid I couldn’t wait to get back to “small town America”
  57. I like trucks
  58. I think buying a dog is dumb
  59. I have a purebred illegitimate CoonhoundWillamina
  60. I’ve had pet rats- two “boys” we were told -they had babies!
  61. I’ve had guinea pigs
  62. I’ve had pet snakes
  63. I’ve had a pet parakeet
  64. I’ve had a pet tarantula (really my brothers) he escaped into the wall of our house, my dad had to remove the trim and wait for him to come out.
  65. I’ve had a pet hedgehog (really my sisters)
  66. Right now I have 18 pets
  67. I sponsor a child in Guatemala
  68. I worked at McDonald’s (4 different stores)
  69. I like to run
  70. I hate to ride bikes (my boys love it!)
  71. I like motorcycles
  72. I am the only one in my family with a motorcycle endorsement.
  73. I am the only one in my family NOT to own a motorcycle of my own.
  74. My favorite school subject is English
  75.  My least fav subject was History (my Hubby’s fav- History)
  76. If I hate a food it is probably the texture
  77. I can’t help but touch different fabrics and textures when I’m shopping.
  78. I don’t really like to shop much
  79. I love yard saleing
  80. I was going to be a vet when I grew up
  81. I don’t consider myself grown up- I’m 30
  82. My favorite color is green
  83. My real name is Jessie – not Jessica
  84. I’m named after Jessie Colter– though my dad recently discovered that her name appears to be spelled Jessi
  85. I’ve been a lifeguard
  86. I love  backpacking/ camping in the boon-docks!
  87. I lived 11mo in a camping trailer with two/three kids
  88. I lived one winter with no running water.
  89. I lived through one winter with no working potty, pregnant!
  90. My favorite time of the year is Autumn
  91. I tried learning how to shoe my own horses (I can only do it when the ground is soft otherwise the hooves are too tough!)
  92. I have had stitches in my head
  93. I could get lost in a round room
  94. I love to ride in the mountains alone – yeah that’s smart eh?
  95. I used to compete and  jump horses
  96. I grew up in the city
  97. I don’t have any carpet in my house
  98. My favorite wedding gift (besides my wonderful husband) was Fiestaware- thanks Grandma
  99. I don’t jump on bandwagons- that’s why I “don’t blog”
  100. Most importantly I am saved by grace through faith!

July 14, 2009 at 11:00 am 15 comments

Garden Scavenger Hunt

In my garden this week I found a few volunteers so I though it would be fun to show you and see if you can identify the impostors.

Maybe this isn’t a scavenger hunt. I don’t know what to call it but the object is to look at my garden pictures and find which thing does not belong.

One of these things is not like the other.

1. Here is my mint patch, can you find the impostor and identify it?

mint

 quiz1

2. The first picture below is a sweet pepper and the second is a volunteer in the pepper row, can you identify it?

pepper

 

quiz2

3. I have ten red onion plants with another stray plant in that row too, can you tell what the second picture is?

onion

quiz3

4.  In this picture you might see leaves of another plant happily growing in the shade of my cucumber.

cucumber

5. Here in the cilantro is a happy imposter that I promptly pulled out after taking this picture.

cilantro

6. Below is the corn field and a plant that I purposely put between rows to save room, can you identify it? 

7.You may see yet another inter-cropper in this picture.

corn

8. Here is one more plant I intercropped at the other end of the corn field can you name it?

corn2

Happy hunting!  I will mail seeds to anyone who can correctly identify all of these plants by Monday 7/13/09.  If you get all eight correct I will email you to get your address.  Have fun 🙂

July 10, 2009 at 2:09 pm 5 comments

Saturday’s Surprise: Rasberries!

I wasn’t going to post today but I had a little surprise in the garden and I couldn’t wait to share it with you!

rasberries

RASPBERRIES!

They are green still but I’m so thrilled because these were transplanted from my mothers raspberry patch this (yes I said THIS) spring!  Can you believe they are producing?

PeeWee spotted one and…swoop

We did several different transplants and the ones that were planted with long wooden stems (that looked spent) produced leaves first and now raspberries in their very first season at our place! Yipee!

I did remember in my “mom brain” archives learning that rasberries fruit on old wood.  Now I have the proof or a miracle but either way…thanks Mom!

Oops, she got one!catch

 

July 4, 2009 at 7:47 pm 5 comments

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Many of you have been checking back for results on my sourdough creation. At the moment it is still a science experiment, but a happy, bubbly experiment. Never fear, recipes will be here! I did make a beautiful, moist and delicious loaf of sourdough using yeast and a myriad of other ingredients but I'm still trying to create something more user friendly. Wouldn't it be awesome to have a starter on the counter that you could add 4 things to and have a loaf of bread by dinner? Mmmm! Attempt #1 - rose well but resulted in a dense chewy blob Attempt #2 - rose ok but was thin and lifeless then fell and another dense (not so chewy) blob Attempt #3 - to the dogs! Attempt #4 - A sourdough pancake success see post under what's for breakfast gluten-free goof? Ongoing - I've tried several more times and am going to try a completely different approach on the bread starting this week. (Mar 18). My sourdough is still happy on my counter and it makes great pancakes but it's a lot of work just for pancakes. Keep checking! April Update: She is still kickin and I'm still workin on a yeast free, gluten free sourdough loaf! May Update: My sourdough "pet" has been dried and retired until next baking season. I've traded her in for a hotter model, the BBQ! :)
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