tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49853491482601520532024-03-12T19:24:56.337-05:00 Green-ish acresA city girl turned countryJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-78236169715159219672014-02-04T22:29:00.001-06:002014-02-07T22:00:46.194-06:00Things that go 'bump' in the night...I'm 25 years old. I'm a mom. I'm a grown, married, woman. And I have a confession...I am scared shitless of the dark. The other evening, both of my boys we're asleep; one in his recliner, the other in his crib. I was taking a shower, winding down, and enjoying alone time. There may have been wine involved and that's perfectly ok. Then I heard "it." A sound. A loud thump. Like Santa Claus on the roof kind of thump. Was I crazy? Nope, Tucker was sitting up in his dog bed, ears perked, looking like he heard "it" too. I heard "it" several more times as the night continued to progress; sometimes directly overhead, sometimes down the hall, sometimes at the opposite ends of the house. I legitimately thought there was something going on on our roof. <div><br><div>I forced my mind to rational places initially; tree branch scraping against the roof, ice falling off a tree onto the roof, etc. However, the more I thought about it, the more these explanations explained nothing at all. It wasn't a windy night, there aren't that many tree branches above our house, and (while we did get ice few day ago), temperatures haven't been warm enough to warrant any ice melting to fall on the roof. I eventually woke up the hubby to go to bed and just as he rejoined the land of the living..."thump," another one. Another "thump" minutes later definitely caught his attention. We got ready for bed, got underneath the covers, and turned out the light. It was then that my mind began to consider the irrational; we're talking poltergeist, ax murdering neighbors, blood thirsty mountain lion pouncing on the roof...it got ridiculous, let me tell ya. There's something about the dark that turns me into the largest chicken you've ever seen. </div></div><div><br></div><div>After laying in bed for a few minutes, wide awake, straining to listen for the phantom thumps, hubby asked if I wanted him to go outside and take a look. My response, "Hell no! I've seen the movies! I know what happens! Stay in here!" Irrational, yes. Ridiculous, yes. I didn't care, I wasn't losing my husband to Santa-poltergeist-lion-ax murderer. I even went and got Little Man from his room and had him sleep with us, that's how freaked out I was. </div><div><br></div><div>I don't know when or how, but eventually I fell asleep. After about 17 cups of coffee that next morning, I hauled myself into work. While talking with one of my co-workers, she casually mentioned, "Hey, was your house popping last night? We kept hearing something that sounded like stuff falling on the roof." </div><div><br></div><div>"WHAT?!? Yes!" </div><div><br></div><div>After talking a few more minutes and comparing notes on our jacked up, popping, thumping, creepy-acting houses, we decided to do some research. Which means a Google search. Turns out, this is a legitimate thing! When warm air from inside the house meets frigid air from outside the house, thermal expansion and contraction can occur, causing the mysterious sounds we both were hearing at our respective homesteads! Bam! Mystery solved! Next time your house makes creepy noises, do some internet research before jumping to irrational conclusions...your sanity will thank you! </div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-82702918106939785362014-01-04T21:57:00.001-06:002014-01-04T21:57:40.518-06:002014!
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Hello, my name is Jen, and I have a
problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I severely suck at New Years
resolutions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you like how I
‘resolved’ to blog more in the New Year…of 2013?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Can anyone tell how many posts actually
appeared on this blog in the year 2013?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Let’s not go there ;)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>New year,
new outlook.</div>
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However, I believe I can catch you up
in a nutshell:</div>
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TaDa!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I’m a mom, hubby’s a dad, we’re a family, and I’ve discovered what I was
supposed to have been doing with my life all along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We love this little turkey more than words
can say and can’t wait to see where life takes him!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-24272457592522830242013-02-02T16:49:00.000-06:002013-02-02T16:49:00.151-06:00The National Western Stock ShowA couple of weeks ago, that devilishly handsome man I married, his partner-in-crime Danny, and myself loaded up a couple of bulls and hauled 'em out to the <a href="http://www.nationalwestern.com/" target="_blank">National Western Stock Show</a> in Denver to be on display for a week before getting shipped up to Montana where they'll stand as stud, aka eat all day and get collected (yes, I'm talking about semen, sorry) aka live a cake life. Our journey out west spanned over 12 hours....<br />
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included three states.....<br />
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(Guess which one this is. I'll give you a hint, it's flat and people from Missouri enjoy making jokes about it...sorry Kansas friends! ;) ) <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">-4 degrees. No big deal.</td></tr>
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and got a wee bit chilly a few hours after crossing the Kansas/Colorado border. Cold weather is NOT my strong suit. <br />
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We rolled into the stock yards after dark, and it only took about five minutes for me to realize that my warm, delightful, amazing, insulated boots were safely back home in Missouri. Awesome. I am NOT a Yuppie...promise!<br />
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Anyhow, once I'd invested in some cheapo Walmart snow boots and had relatively warmish feet, we settled in for the long haul, trying to stay warm, keeping the bulls fed, happy and clean, and answering questions about their genetics, disposition, etc. Being from Missouri, the bulls and their umm..male parts..were a bit offended by the Denver chill at first, but everyone adjusted after a few days!<br />
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Despite the long drive and colder than a well-digger's you-know-what temperatures, I always enjoy trips like this. The abundance of top-notch livestock, both new and familiar faces, and all the different vendors selling their wares... <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like this cute, sassy, feminine pistol case!</td></tr>
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make stock shows a source of endless entertainment. (Not to mention the fact that it's perfectly acceptable and even encouraged to drink like a fish all day. Hey, Crown is a major source of warmth out on the cold, frozen tundra! We spent most of our time outside, and although I did not discover the temperature at which a margarita freezes, we did end up with several slushy beers and a frozen solid tube of lip gloss!<br />
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On the second day, I ventured up onto the cat walk to snap a few photos for the stockyards. The historical significance of this area is pretty cool. The yards are located right next to the train tracks as livestock were once shipped from the yards at a rate of hundreds of thousands of head per year!<br />
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I took this photo while sprinting down the last portion of the cat walk. It was a good 10 degrees colder up there, I swear! I'm not entirely sure where this cattle operation was from, but they sure had their stuff together! <br />
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The boys ended up staying with the bulls a solid week in Denver, but I sadly had to leave early to get back home to the daily 8-5 grind....<br />
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<li> Run another half marathon (Who consults their still mending body when writing Resolutions anyway?!)</li>
<li> Quit obsessing about trying to get 'there' and live in the moment more often.</li>
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<li> Convince hubby that it's a good idea to get some chickens. </li>
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I'd asked around a bit and learned there weren't too many people signed up to bring chocolate-type stuff. I wasn't about to let you-know-what freeze over, so I did a little Google searching. I stumbled upon a Paula Dean recipe (yes, we are definitely going for healthy here people, bahaha!), was lacking a few ingredients here and there, so I improvised a wee bit. Give it a shot!<br />
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You may or may not notice there's two eggs in this shot. That's cause I doubled this for the Cookie Exchange. 6 dozen baby!!<br />
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At this point, I'm pretty sure most every surface in my kitchen was covered in cookie. I'd told myself I was gonna be good, not do a whole lot of "quality assurance" testing (if you know what I mean!) so I warmed up a cup of coffee in the middle of the afternoon (yes, like an old lady), and loaded it down with creamer, sugar, the works. The intent was to drink the coffee, and not do so much "quality assurance" testing. Anyway, by the time we got to the cookie covering every surface stage, I'd pretty much chucked the coffee out the window and was thoroughly making sure everything was up to code (bahaha!). <br />
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1/2 c. softened butter<br />
1/2 c. sugar<br />
1/2 c. brown sugar<br />
2/3 c. peanut butter<br />
1 egg<br />
2 c. baking mix<br />
2/3 c. chopped pecans/nut of choice<br />
2/3 c. chocolate chips<br />
10 oz. caramel chips<br />
1/2 tsp. vanilla<br />
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This is what happens when Tucker finds a turtle.</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-70769888457827980832012-12-03T22:56:00.001-06:002012-12-03T22:56:23.441-06:00Your bed. On procrastination. The other day, my girlfriends and I were talking about laundry. Yes, that's right, laundry. Our conversation went a little like this: "How do you separate yours? How do you get your husband to do a load? What is your favorite way to procrastinate the folding process? How in the <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">world</u><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>do you get the cow poop stains out of a pair of blue jeans?" We could seriously go on and on. No judging please! <br />
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My loads of separation consist of darks, colors, whites, and of course, cow poop. When you marry a country boy, you are pretty much guaranteed to have at least one load/week that consists of cow poop, hay particles, mud, and/or other miscellaneous animal fluids. Again, no judging please. <br />
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The sad part is that I'd already removed/folded two baskets out of this mess...and it was still covered. Like I said, don't be like me ;)<br />
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Have a great week and remember; laundry folding goes much faster with a glass of merlot! Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-37469029517560935472012-11-22T21:33:00.000-06:002012-11-22T21:33:41.298-06:00What Are You Thankful For?The other day, I was down in the dumps. I'd just gotten off the phone with that devilishly handsome man I married, we were talking about how we're tired of busting ass to 'get there' in life. We're just ready to 'be there' dang it! We were brainstorming ideas on how to 'get there' and kept hitting dead ends. I stopped at a gas station to fuel up, kinda down in the dumps, wrapped up in my own thoughts, etc. I was walking inside to pay when all of the sudden, an older gentlemen in a Dodge Dakota hollers out his window at me, "Hey ma'am!" I do a mental roll of the eyes and turn around to see who's talking to me. "Are you alright?" the older gentlemen asks. <br />
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I wish I could've seen what my facial expression looked like...how did this guy know how I was feeling?! Cue the Twilight Zone music! I said to the older gentlemen, "Yes, I'm <u>fine</u>, thanks."<br />
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"Why's that?" I asked, catching on to the fact that he's trying to be funny.<br />
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And just like that, my whole day turned right around. Today, I'm thankful for the little things in life that remind us not to sweat the small stuff. What are you thankful for? Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-87333679307766367672012-11-19T21:55:00.002-06:002012-11-19T21:55:53.339-06:00Noses!<div style="text-align: center;">
As I sit here sipping on some red wine and watching some Duck Dynasty, I'm feeling the need to share something with you all: Horse Noses. </div>
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Oh yes, if you've experienced the warm, fuzzy, rubbery-ish, sweet-smelling-ness, you know exactly what I'm talking about. </div>
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I'd be lying if I told you I hadn't been bitten by the hunting bug. Up until this year, I'd always kind of grudgingly woken up at the crack of dawn, dressed in layer upon layer of winter clothes (please, please, please envision the kid from 'A Christmas Story,' it makes me smile), and stumbled my way to "the spot" with hubby. I think it's because I absolutely suck at sitting still for <strike>long</strike> any amount of time. This year, that devilishly handsome man I married has been pretty busy with work, meaning wifey's on her own if she wants to go deer hunting. I may or may not be scared of the dark, so I may or may not have some issues with the whole walking in the woods in near complete darkness thing, but I'm coping. Slowly coping. There's something legitimately empowering about walking through the entire process on your own. <br />
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On a more serious note, there are some pretty cool things that happen as a result of deer season here in Missouri. The state's Department of Conservation sponsors a <a href="http://mdc.mo.gov/hunting-trapping/deer/share-harvest" target="_blank">'Share the Harvest'</a> program that allows hunters to donate their harvested meat to hungry families throughout the state. Deer meat is an excellent source of very lean protein for those in need. Departmental statistics show that hunters donated 317,882 pounds of meat to this program during the 2011 hunting season. Thanks so much to all who participated!! You rock! And thanks so much to all the wives who put up with their husbands participation in this yearly pilgrimage/manhood/macho thing. You all rock as well.<br />
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A couple of weekends ago, I was involved in my very own derrierre wardrobe malfunction. It involved a cute, sassy dress (purchased from <a href="http://www.platoscloset.com/" target="_blank">Plato's Closet</a>, because I'm a tight-ass) with a back zipper that decided to revolt right when I needed it most. Maybe not as epic as Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake's um...<i>situation...</i>but at the time the badonk malfunction happened, the only thing I wanted to do was crawl in a hole and not come out until either 1) my malfunction was fixed, or 2) copious amounts of wine had been consumed. #2 ended up being the winner.<br />
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I was attending a wedding of two very good friends, with a bunch of other very good friends (aka. college reunion, aka. see #2 above). The devilishly handsome man I married had to work this particular weekend, which turned out to be a blessing. If he would've had to suffer through the badonk malfunction, I would've died of embarrassment even more than I already did...is that even possible?!<br />
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Anyway, back to the back zipper horridness. I'd just met up with my brother who was filling in as my +1 for the evening since hubby could't make it. Bro-ha is a college student in the town where the wedding took place; I figured he'd enjoy a free meal during the reception, being a poor college kid and all. Little did he know, a full moon was on the menu! We had just walked allllll the way across the reception hall (read: in front of EVERYONE) to reach our seats when my good friend Mer tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey Jen, your dress is gapping in the back." I was all "Oh, ok. I'll fix it here in a bit." That's when I felt the breeze. That's when I felt the huge gaping hole. That's when I felt the bare skin of the upper portion of my derrierre showing off it's glowing self to THE ENTIRE ROOM. That's also when I wanted to crawl in that previously mentioned hole. <br />
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My poor, poor, potentially traumatized brother was such a sweetie; volunteering to get me a plate of food and a glass of wine. My girlfriends jumped into action, pinning where they could, boosting<br />
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What in the world would we do without sweet, fabulous, kick-ass girlfriends?? Have a LOT worse wardrobe malfunctions, that's for sure! ;)<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-24833606772157705922012-11-11T09:03:00.001-06:002012-11-11T09:03:20.391-06:00Don't Worry, We LivedEver heard of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Craigslist_Killer" target="_blank">Craigslist Killer</a>? Well, just the other day, I was about 110% convinced that the devilishly handsome man I married and I where about to come face-to-face with the Missouri version of this not-so-urban legend.<br />
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One of hubby's <b>favorite </b>things to do is hunt for good deals on <a href="http://columbiamo.craigslist.org/" target="_blank">Craigslist</a>. "Why," you ask? Great question. I think it must have something to do with the fact that he was raised with 5 sisters and has a better eye than I do when it comes to bargain hunting. The man can out-shop me any day of any week...unless kitchen supplies are involved. When shopping for kitchen supplies, I am like a woman on fire. I don't think there's a kitchen large enough to hold all the gadgets I desire... <br />
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Anyway, a couple of weekends ago, hubby stumbled across a pretty good Craigslist deal on some saddles and tack for sale. He's never been one to beat around the bush, so hubby calls up the guy fixin' to get rid of this stuff, and learns this individual is pretty unaware of the market value for gently used saddles/equipment, and calls himself "At the mercy of the buyer." Aka--will sell this stuff for cheapo.<br />
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My initial reaction: "AWESOME! We may be about to purchase stolen items from the Craigslist Killer."<br />
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The next thing I learn, we're meeting this individual <i><b>at a truck-stop </b></i>so we can <i><b>follow</b></i><i><b> him out of town/away from civilization </b></i>to his house so we can check out these saddles<i><b>. </b></i>Oh yeah, the absolute best part?! <i><b> </b></i>This guy<i><b> </b></i>drives a<i><b> white service-looking van with KC lights on the back!</b></i> Hello potential criminal, we'll just follow you right out to your place so you can conveniently chop us up and chuck the pieces in the back of your Astro van...no big deal. <br />
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I even snapped a shot of his plates with my phone camera, so I could shoot out an emergency S.O.S text message if it turned into a situation. I had the message already drafted and everything, dad always taught me to be prepared!<br />
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Luckily, our potential Craigslist kill turned out to be a nice, most likely lonely older guy with a shed full of junk. We ended up walking out of there with a legit saddle, four saddle blankets, brand-new rope halter.<br />
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Moral of the story: when you find that <b>amazing </b>deal on Craigslist, take your partner-in-crime/husband/large dog/whatever makes you feel secure before taking on this adventure. <br />
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The end. Happy Hunting. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-6627132367641583672012-11-03T09:19:00.000-05:002012-11-03T09:19:47.412-05:00BootsThe other evening, I stopped at our local grocery store on my way home from All Saints' Day Mass. I was driving the hubby's pick-up, had just hopped out of the cab and was slowly making my way across the parking lot.<br />
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I was still half-way across the lot and attempting to text my good friend Katlyn and walk at the same time (aka asking for trouble), when I briefly glimpsed a tall, dark, boot-wearing individual strolling out of the grocery store doors. Seeing as how I'm happily married to a wonderful man, I didn't pause to get a good look at this boot-wearing dude, and wasn't really paying attention, so I vaguely filed this individual as "Hm, cutie, whatev" in my head while sidestepping a random cart in the parking lot. <br />
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Next thing I half-notice is a hassled looking lady toting an over-full cart and a toddler across the parking lot. A bag fell out of the hassled lady's cart without her knowing it and the next, next thing I notice is tall, dark, boot-wearing cutie picking up the hassled lady's bag, "Excuse me ma'am, I think you dropped this," he said, handing the bag back to her. Still not really paying attention, I think "Oh look, he's nice too." Then I do a double take. Then I do a triple take. I know those boots...I know that voice...I know that cutie-ness...Hey that's my husband!!! <insert here="here" mile-wide="mile-wide" smile="smile"> He'd stopped at the grocery store after work to bring home some dinner. </insert><br />
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So nice to know I married such a tall, dark, handsome, boot-wearing, kind-hearted, wonderful man. He's the bomb :) <br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-66178375762033182612012-11-01T21:49:00.000-05:002012-11-01T21:49:19.679-05:00Vewwy Scawwwy!Since yesterday was Halloween and I was waaay too busy<strike> passing out candy to cute lil trick-or-treaters</strike> watching terrifying movies, folding laundry, and drinking wine (basically a typical evening, minus the terrifying movie part) to write a blog post, I'll share my creepy story with you today. I'll also share this 'boo' pizza with you. It was delicious, scary, and no bueno for the ol' calorie count. <br />
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**Side note--I honestly wish we did get trick-or-treaters at our house...definitely one downfall of living on a gravel road.<br />
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And my personal favorite...man with detached legs!!</div>
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-27722350839239755372012-10-26T23:08:00.002-05:002012-10-26T23:08:50.757-05:00Have you had your half today?Friends and neighbors, I've got a new addiction. At least I think it's an addiction anyway. Unlike most, it's actually pretty good for you besides the fact that your bones and muscles will likely hate you for days afterward. My new addiction is the half-marathon. The 13.1 mileage says "I'm more bad-ass than a 5K, yet way too sensible to run 26 flippin' miles."<br />
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Last weekend in St. Louis, one of my fabulous aunts and I tackled (and dominated!) our first ever half-marathon. The <a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/" target="_blank">Rock 'N' Roll Marathon Series</a> was so much fun! There where live bands every mile or so, and awesome people everywhere! There where some pretty hilariously costumed teams (we're talking tutu's, firefighter garb, I Love the 70's, you name it!), and super encouraging people along the way. <br />
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The announcers called it "No excuses weather." Luckily, my excuse was that I've never ran one of these things before. The course wound through downtown St. Louis. It may or may not have been the day after a Cardinals game, therefore the majority of town may or may not have been covered in red! <br />
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While this was definitely one heck of a fun experience, I would be lying if I didn't say that one of my favorite parts was the end. Talk about butt-kicking! Every eligible runner was provided with complimentary Michelob Ultra at the finish line...my Busch Light taste buds didn't know what to do! I definitely meant to take a pic of said beer, however my ass was too pooped to do anything other than park in front of this conveniently-located mobile bar and recover while waiting for my aunt to finish. We are definitely related, cause she made a bee-line right for the same refreshing beverage station once she crossed the finish line! <br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-23273886904073923542012-10-19T21:22:00.001-05:002012-10-24T21:59:59.440-05:00Plug in Your Crockpots!So, today I learned that crockpots work much better when they're plugged in, it's usually good to double check the date/details of that half-marathon you're supposidly running tomorrow, and it's basically impossible to simultaneously blog and watch a scary movie at the same time.<br />
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All day today, I told that devilishly handsome man I married "get excited honey, supper's gonna be delish tonight!" I'd prepped everything the night before over a glass of wine (pay attention, wine is important here, haha!); we where gonna have ribs...every man loves him some ribs. Anyway, I opened this new bottle of vino with my fancy schmancy electric bottle opener, the kind you plug in to charge every once in a while (I had to plug it in last night cause I haven't charged it since ummm, May). We'd gotten it as a wedding present and yes, I'm just now learning how to use this thing...I fear change. Opening wine bottles the old fashioned way is an artform friends. Needless to say, I unplugged the crockpot to plug in the bottle opener. This morning when I turned on the crockpot and left for work, I ended up crockpotting absolutely nothing. <br />
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Oh yeah, that half marathon that I was supposidly gonna run tomorrow? Turns out it's important to read all those emails they send ya after you register...there's some good info there. <br />
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Anyway, thank goodness for aunts who inform you of pre-race details in a timely fashion, and husbands who take you out to eat and watch these scary-ass movies with you. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-38885951263230096102012-10-19T20:14:00.001-05:002012-10-19T20:14:34.118-05:00Failing at WednesdayLast Wednesday, I failed. 'At what?' you may be asking. At Wednesday; I just straight-up failed at Wednesday. <br />
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Here's a little background:<br />
We'd been searching for a new/additional freezer for quite a while. We've got a quarter of a beef coming + whatever deer meat gets harvested this season + half a hog from a show-prospect that didn't quite turn out. Basically, my home will soon be full of meat (heehee), which is something I won't ever be complaining about! <br />
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That devilishly handsome man I married also happens to be one heck of a bargain shopper, so he located an ideal freezer candidate early last week (which happened to be located in the town I work in--aka 45 miles away from our home). No biggie, I'm a big girl, and felt I could easily handle this whole freezer situation. He called up the nice lady and had everything all arranged so that I could pick up the freezer on Wednesday after work. The sooner the better, they were looking to get rid of it as soon as possible. <br />
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Wednesday dawned bright and chilly, and I was actually kicking that morning right in the badonkadonk! (Translation: got out of bed, accomplished a little mornin' working out, stuck dinner in the crockpot so it'd be ready that evening, AND DID MY HAIR! The hair part basically never happens.) <br />
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Anyway, there I was, kicking Wednesday in the butt! I turned on my lil <i><u><b>car</b></u></i> to get her all pre-heated and toasty, grabbed my lunch and giant purse, and ran out the door. Fast forward nearly half an hour and damn near 25 miles. I'm halfway to work in my <u><i><b>car</b></i></u> when the phone starts ringing. Immediately I get that feeling, "What in the WORLD am I forgetting?"<br />
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Turns out it's hubby, "Hey babe, do you have money for the freezer this afternoon?"<br />
Me: "Yep, I grabbed your checkbook this morning (being married is the best, heehee!!), but ya know what I didn't grab?"<br />
Hubby: "What's that?"<br />
Me: "<b>The flippin' pick-up!</b> I'm halfway to town in my car, looks like I'll be turning around at the next exit. Oh p.s. any chance your truck has fuel in it?"<br />
Hubby: "Welllllll, I was almost home when i drove it last, figured I'd just fill it up next time I had to take it outt..." Aka. the truck was basically on empty. It'd be a miracle if I could make it to the nearest gas station. This is why men frequently run out of fuel on the side of the road. <br />
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Anyway, I arrived back at the homestead, sent a quick email to work explaning my ridiculousness, switched vehichles, got fuel, and made it to town by 8:30...not too shabby for a rough startin' Wednesday! Hang in there kids, it's finally Friday. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-53656775829181163402012-09-24T23:11:00.000-05:002012-09-24T23:11:06.255-05:00Mattresses, Wine, & OwlsYou may or may not be wondering what in the world these three things have to do with each other...just be patient, we'll get there together, I promise.<br />
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Waaay back when we first got married (aka, like four months ago, haha!), that devilishly handsome man and I went furniture shopping for our very first house together. <a href="http://www.sears.com/" target="_blank">Sears</a> now owns my life. So does <a href="http://www.furniturerow.com/DenverMattressCo/" target="_blank">Denver Mattress</a>. Which brings me to my first point: mattresses. <br />
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It is muey importante to NOT cut corners when it comes to the ol' beddy-bye. After all, that's where you and your sugar are going to rest your little heads at night for years to come (i.e. if you skimp on your mattress, it's highly likely you will be pissed in the long run, and end up with a not-so-comfy bed for a long ass time). Anyway, there we where newly married, holding hands, shoppin' for mattresses. We stumbled across a fabulous deal towards the end of the day; it was one of those tempur pedic-type things where you can set your wine glass on one end of the bed, jump up and down on the other end, and have absolutely no spillage!! (I have never had a problem with this, my wine glass is and always will be nice and empty before I go to bed, heehee.) <br />
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This particular mattress was the last one in stock, (and consequently hellaciously on sale) and was the kind that is split right down the middle; half firm, the other half soft. <br />
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"Oh honey, you can take the soft side," I said. "This firm side will be great for my old lady back!"<br />
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And so we went about our lives for a couple of weeks, I enjoyed the firm side, while the hubster nestled in the softer side. Everything suddenly changed one Saturday when he had to get up early and head to work. I sleepily rolled into his warm spot, and was instantaneously the most comfy I'd ever been...like EVER! I usually try and get up semi-ish early on Saturdays (those are my long run days), but on that particular Saturday, my phone got chucked across the room and I enjoyed that soft side as long as I was able. <br />
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Now flash forward several months to this past weekend. I'm a lady of my word, and let hubby keep his side (while snuggling as close as I can to get some of the soft-ness, heehee). They've been super busy at work lately, so the hubby has been <strike>getting up early</strike>.. <strike>attempting to not sleep as late</strike>.. fighting like hell to extract himself from the soft side in order to get to work at first light. On Friday night he said to me, "Babe, you can have the soft side, I've gotta start getting up earlier." After celebrating like the Chiefs had just won the Superbowl (bahaha!), I planted a smooch on the BEST HUSBAND EVER! and snuggled down into the soft side of the mattress for a fabulous night of sleep. <br />
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I should probably mentioned that the soft side is closer to our bedroom window than the firm side. Because it's been so nice lately, we've been leaving the window open at night to enjoy the fresh air, etc. I don't know if it's because I was closer to the window or what, but during that first night of sleeping on the soft side I heard a sound that made me sit bolt upright in bed: OWLS! A couple of 'em, hooting around and doing who-knows-what outside our window waaaay too late at night. I've posted about <a href="http://green-ishacres.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2010-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&updated-max=2011-01-01T00:00:00-06:00&max-results=10" target="_blank">OWLS</a> here before...pony-tail grabbing, blind as a bat, early morning runner startling OWLS!<br />
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Needless to say, our window is now closed at night. And I still get to sleep on the soft side, woohoo!! Now go drink some wine, enjoy your mattress, and don't have weird dreams about owls. <br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-24858239997858451932012-09-22T10:18:00.003-05:002012-09-22T10:18:29.589-05:00Jerky!Every now and again, your husband may decide to make beef jerky with his fancy dehydrator thing.<br />
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Every now and again, he might salt the <b>heck</b> out of said jerky. Aka prepare to drink a <b>boat load</b> of water!<br />
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But it's all good, someday I'll use that dehydrator to do something really cool...like make dried fruit or something. In my free time. HA! (ie. I will probably never make dried fruit. But I'd like to. Kinda like that moment when you realize you'll never complete even 1/100th of the cool things you've pinned on Pinterest. Life goes on.)<br />
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Anyway, when you're making jerky in a dehydrator, you've gotta rotate the trays every four hours (so every layer can be dried evenly). It's not that it's a time comsuming activity, just something to think about/is on your conscious radar throughout the day. <br />
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Here is a sign your husband may be thinking entirely <b>way </b>too much about rotating his jerky trays:<br />
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<b><u>Scene:</u> </b>Early morning, both sound asleep, sun is still down.<br />
Hubs: Thrashes wildly, sound of water spilling.<br />
Me: Rolls over, "Huuhhh?..."<br />
Hubs: "It's ok honey, I just knocked over a glass of water."<br />
Me: "Why?.."<br />
Hubs: "Well, I dreamed I was changing the jerky trays and was surrounded by a pack of wolves. They where trying to get my jerky and I had to keep swatting 'em away! So I guess I swatted this glass of water instead."<br />
Me: "Bahaha! I'm just glad I didn't get unconsciously swatted by accident!"<br />
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Think of me next time you enjoy some tasty jerky. (And keep me in mind if you run across a recipe that uses less salt!)<br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-39193408198340646752012-08-31T23:01:00.000-05:002012-08-31T23:02:46.354-05:00Ode to the CrockpotHey there ladies!<br />
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Who out there loves being domestic?? Bueller? Bueller? <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091042/" target="_blank">Ferris Buelllller</a>? Any takers?<br />
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I would absolutely LOVE to be domestic (bahahaha!) except for the fact that I wish daily that laundry was a-sexual like a sponge (so it would do itself) and that the nearby woodland creatures would come inside and make my house spotless (how did Snow White, Cinderella, and all the other Disney princesses pull that one off?!).<br />
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Maybe a better question would be--How do women these days actually have time to be domestic? How in the world are you supposed to keep up with the house, the laundry, the dishes, the laundry, the bills, the cooking, your kids (don't actually have any of these yet, I'm expecting the laundry load to double), your husband, oh, and the laundry? Not to mention your full time job, part time grad school attendance, and hellacious daily commute?<br />
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I will tell you! The secrete to modern day domestication is...drum roll please...THE CROCKPOT. Borderline one of the wedding gifts I've used the most. Found out this week that you can make mashed potatoes in the crockpot. Life=changed. I also Pinned (but haven't tried yet) a recipe for french toast in the crockpot. I've chucked frozen chicken breasts in the crockpot along with a can of beer, some BBQ sauce, and some seasonings, and ended up with a legit meal eight hours later. One of my all-time favorite meals is a crockpot roast with potatoes and carrots. I wish I could meet the individual who decided it'd be a good idea to combine a ceramic bowl, heating element, and glass lid together to form this masterpiece and give them a GIANT hug!! <br />
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Thanks to this person, I may have a sink full of dishes that need washed and a heaping pile of clothes that need folded, but I'll always have a delicious, ridiculously handsome man-pleasing meal ready at the end of the day. <br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-57372516913930342382012-08-27T22:01:00.003-05:002012-08-27T22:01:57.125-05:00How to Show a Cow So you want to show a cow, eh??<br />
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Welp, seeing how I've been to a grand total of oh, not that many cattle shows, this may or may not be a relatively concise lesson! Ready? Here we go:<br />
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1) Wash 'em. A lot. Cause they poop. A lot. Gotta have a clean cow to start with. <br />
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2) Line 'em all up like this! You don't really have to, it just looks cool. Good morning girls!</div>
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3) Pretend you're in beauty school. I'm serious. This part consists of clipping, spraying, blow-drying, tail teasing. Then you clip, spray, blow, and tease. After you're done doing that, it's important to clip a little more, blow, spray, and tease that tail again. Then, when you're done, you need to clip some more...(are you sensing a trend? Ok, good).<br />
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Basically, the idea is to get each animal to embody certain desirable characteristics. For example, you would want a heifer (young female cow, hasn't had babies yet) to look feminine and dainty, yet able to produce an able-bodied calf. Say the heifer has a blemish you are wanting to hide, say This whole process is called fitting, <br />
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The cow stands in a temporary chute like this one above, so the guys don't get stepped on while they're making her look like a moooovie star (I'm sorry!).<br />
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Here's Ryan, demonstrating a little blow-drying technique on this cute lil chunky way prego heifer. Get 'er done kiddo!<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-89971175915901866872012-08-23T21:56:00.000-05:002012-08-23T21:56:40.222-05:00T.G.I.TT.G.I.T. Wait, what?<br />
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That's right: Thanks Goodness It's Thursday. Aka almost Friday. It's about time this week was over. Here's today in a nutshell:<br />
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1) Oversleep<br />
2) No time to make coffee (see #1 above, and feel hell freezing over)<br />
3) Forget your lunch as you're running out of the house (see #1 above)<br />
4) Forget your parking pass as you're running out of the house (see #1...ok, you get the picture)<br />
5) Thank the good Lord that you actually decided to blow dry your hair after showering last night, because there was absolutely no time to pretend to do anything with it this morning.<br />
6) Use up all the spare change in your car (including that invaluable Aldi's cart quarter) to feed the parking meeter in an attempt to avoid getting a parking ticket.<br />
7) Get two parking tickets because of #'s 1 and 4 above.<br />
8) Have a Snicker's bar for lunch (ok, that really isn't that bad) because you've a)forgotten your lunch at home, and b) don't want to move your car again for fear of getting another parking ticket. <br />
9) Come home to find your fur child has dug up your basil plants<br />
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The end!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-4526178061982717492012-08-21T10:00:00.000-05:002012-08-22T15:45:28.534-05:00Gone Fishin'A couple of weeks ago, that devilishly handsome man I married went to Kentucky for <a href="http://www.njas.info/" target="_blank">Angus Junior Nationals</a> in Louisville. Don't say it like I do "Louey-ville" you'll get made fun of. Gotta say it like this: "Lullvull." Got it? Ok, good.<br />
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Anyway, he was in "Lullvull" at Angus Jr. National's and I was home alone with my fearless companion, the fur child.<br />
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We wanted to go fishing. And by "we" I mean "I." So we loaded up the pick-up and drove down to the pond. Could definitely have walked, but didn't want get covered in ticks. (I feel the same way about ticks as I do fleas, barf!)<br />
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So, yeah, back to fishing. I LOVE fishing! Except for the taking off the hook part. And the putting on the worm part. And the cleaning the fish part. (Luckily I married a man who is skilled and proficient in all these areas, it's a win-win). Now, you may be wondering how I plan to take a fish off of said hook when/if I actually catch anything. Not to worry! I brought some light gloves. And by light gloves, I basically mean heavy winter mittens. Fish are kind of gross. Especially when they flop! <br />
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Anyway, there we where, me and the fur-child, taking in the great outdoors. All of the sudden.....<br />
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I had to run all the way back to the truck to grab my fishing glove, but I got that little heifer off the hook!</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-21708748796238853992012-08-19T23:13:00.002-05:002012-08-19T23:13:44.989-05:00Fleas, flies, flashlight, freakoutSay it five times fast! Fleas, flies, flashlight, freakout!!<br />
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This is just a teeny, tiny gimpse of the ridiculousness that happens on a daily basis around here. Fleas, flies, flashlight, freakout!!<br />
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It was a dark and stormy night...<br />
Ha. Just kidding. "Stormy" would imply that it was raining, which it's not. Sorry farmers! <br />
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Anyway, it was a mostly normal, regular, non-exciting Sunday night. Devilishly handsome husband wasn't home yet and I had just picked up Tucker, the fur child, from boarding at our local vet's office after our weekend mini-vacay at the State Fair.<br />
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I noticed on the drive home that fur child was itchy...like, really itchy. Like, scratching fur all over the truck, in my purse, up my nose, everywhere kinda itchy. <br />
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So I'm driving home, realizing there is clearly something awry with the fur child, and also realizing that the extra-large slurpie I chugged from that interstate gas station is really moving quickly. Aka good thing I was almost back to the homestead, or else we'd be stopping along the roadside to relieve the too small bladder situation.<br />
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Luckily, we where pretty close to home. I pulled into our driveway, let Tucker-dog out of the truck, and gave him a quick once-over to see what the problem was........<br />
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And on his cute little white speckled tummy, I saw this thing. This tiny, dark brown, insect-like, hopping little menace.<br />
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I was a vet-tech in my past life (aka two years ago), and I recognized that little hiefer instantaneously. The F-word. That's what it was. A fffff. A ffll. A FLEA!! And then I saw another, then another, then another.<br />
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Then I barfed.<br />
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Not really. But I wanted too. Fortunately, the slurpie I just chugged was talking to my bladder loud enough that I only had one thing on my mind. Now where did I put my keys at? I had just turned off the pick-up, seriously where in the heck could they have gone in the five-minute flea freak out I'd just had?! They had to be in the truck somewhere...<br />
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Normal people have working dome lights in their vehicles. I've already posted a little bit about the jenkiness of hubby's old beater pick-up...the idea of a functioning dome light is definitely laughable. Especially when it's dark out and your dog has fleas. And you have to pee reallllly bad. <br />
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But no worries! IPhone flashlight app to the rescue!! For about 30 seconds until my phone died due to over-abuse at the state fair. So there I was: flea infested dog, freaking out, no flashlight, frightfully full bladder, and a dead fone. I mean phone. Somehow, an ancient instinct kicked in. An ancient instinct that allowed our ancestors to fanagle their way into their locked homesteads with no light, surrounded by pests, and an intense need to urinate...which they probably just did outside...which totally makes this all irrelevant...never mind.<br />
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Basically, it's important to always know where your hide-a-key resides. That was make or break in this situation. By some miracle, I 1) remembered where hubby hid the little bugger, 2) found something tall enough to stand on to reach it, and 3) retrieved said hide-a-key and made it into the house just in the nick of time! <br />
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After certain needs where met, flea infested dog was taken care of, and dead phones where being recharged, I headed to the kitchen to make lunches for Monday. I'd only been there a few seconds before I noticed the second set of pests that day. Buzzing around, being annoying, house flies. It was game over. Girlfriend was done messin' around. Time for fly swatter, ninja-karate-fly-butt-kicking time! <br />
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And that's when hubby walked in the door. Just in time for ninja-karate-fly-butt-kicking. Oh yeah, and my keys where right int he center console of the pick-up...right where I left 'em...whatever. <br />
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Goodnight!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4985349148260152053.post-23824997481317183172012-08-16T07:57:00.001-05:002012-08-16T07:57:41.917-05:00Missouri State Fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yep, it's Missouri State Fair time again! This showcase of Missouri's agricultural industry has been around for 110 years! That devilishly handsome man I married and his family make the annual pilgrimage here every year to see how their livestock holds up against competitors around the state, and to have a great time! It's been a favorite family vacation for years. In fact, the first time I met the aforementioned devilishly handsome man was at the fair three years ago after spending waaaay too much time in the wine tasting tent...Missouri wines, look 'em up! </div>
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Anyway, I didn't think we 'clicked' at the time, but he still reminds me about the first time he laid eyes on me that evening under the neon lights of the midway...SO romantic! Ha! Ever the sentimental guy, he asked me the very best question ever last year at the fair in a much more quaint park in a quieter part of the grounds. I said 'yes' and now here we are! </div>
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His family camps in the same spot every year, conveniently located right outside this tunnel that leads into the fairgrounds. This was the very first day of the fair, before all the craziness starts, the calm before the storm. </div>
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Ahhh!! Here's another one! They're around every corner...luckily they weren't open at 7am as I was walking into the grounds. </div>
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Cattle working facilities. A certain man I know could look at these alllllll day...not kidding.</div>
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Tractors of all shapes and sizes and prices and colors and uses....</div>
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And all the implements that go with 'em! The big green thing in the background is a soybean header. You use it to harvest soybeans (which I talked about <a href="http://green-ishacres.blogspot.com/2012/07/beans.html" target="_blank">here</a>). It actually goes on a combine, not a tractor. I like to keep ya on your toes! </div>
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There were TONS of campers for sale. Some where tiny, some where pretty comfy, one cost $90,000 and was nicer than my house will ever be. </div>
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The calm before the storm. I took all of these photos on the opening day of the fair, before anyone was really up and around yet. Stay tuned for some before and after pics!<br />
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**Keep calm, it's almost Friday**Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11753481803925696793noreply@blogger.com0