Huh now that's interesting

Ever heard the expression "when it rains it pours" ? That's kind of my general feeling of the last few days. Sometimes your sitting bored out of your mind with nothing to do and then the next minute someone is knocking at your door and taking you to dinner. Now that's what I call improvement!

I think I may have somehow kicked my life up a notch without even knowing it. Well, I knew somewhat when I was doing it but now it's finally coming around full swing. For now. I try not to get too excited about things that happen because you just never know when the rug may be pulled out from underneath you.

I know, in some ways that is sad to think about. But I don't look at it as a hinderance to the things I do. I just have a lot of caution because I have been down some roads before and gotten hurt. It's more of an avoidance of the obvious that I see coming from putting myself in said situations.

But lately I have been tearing down those walls! Taking it one step at a time and letting myself have some fun! First time for everything right? So why not do it in Wyoming? Didn't you see the picture above??? That just cries for inspiration!

Ranch Life

Okay so I admit that I have not been the best at keeping up with this blog but I’m going to try harder now. I think. The lack of technology out here kind of makes me not want to do anything but read, watch movies, T.V., or just sleep when I’m not working. I think it’s the lack of hustle felt by being in such a laid back place. Well, laid back as far as the winter schedule goes.

During the summer season we bust our butts so hard that we don’t have a minute to think about anything really besides work.  I guess that’s why our winter hours get so laid back. It’s make up time for what we lost during the summer so that we don’t go completely insane. I’m okay with that.

Life is definitely not bad here. Look at what I get to see everyday:

Update

Just a little update on our little friend that was living in the backyard. Notice I said was? He's no longer living. My dad killed him. Accidentally. Poisoned the little frog to be exact.

I had mentioned earlier how I had thought he might be in the spa. I was right. Dad put chlorine in the spa to clean it and the next day we had a floater. Oops.

Mom didn't think it was that funny. Not that she minded not having to hear it at night croaking it's tune. Because it did croak, literally.

There are so many bad frog jokes to go with this. I'll just stop now.

R.I.P. Mr. Frog

1800's

What decade are we living in? This truly frustrates me. I feel sometimes like being a "modern" woman is harder than it should be. Back in a time when things seemed so much more simple and people used to make their own dresses from patterns they got at a fabric store, did they too have problems like this?

I announce that I am moving to Wyoming. I am going to be all I can be and finally go after my dreams. not let anything hold me back and do what I love. Play with horses and cattle and live where people really love that kind of thing too. Somewhere that I don't feel like an outcast from the rest of my family some days because I like to get dirty, play in the mud, build fences, pull a calf etc. All signs pointing in the right direction.

I have all of my close friends and family supporting me and know that what I am doing is for me. I'm doing this to better myself and live a dream. And what response do I get from the other people who don't know me as well as I thought they did?

A) Did I meet a man?

B) *side glance* You aren't pregnant are you? *laughs*

C) Maybe there is where I'll find me a mate (feeling like a dog or chimp about now, penguin even maybe..)

Really people?! What part of the cow poop on my boots and the dirt on my hands do you not get? I'm not moving because I'm trying to hide something and I'm not moving because of a man. This is about me. What's good for my soul! Do you hear me?!

Have we really not come that far in all this time? Why do I need to explain myself to anyone? Women should be able to make independent decisions on their own now a days instead of being question as to their actions. That such a "crazy" move could only be the result of impending shame or man behind it all.

For example these women.

Who doesn't know these women? Independent, strong and a shining example of what a modern woman is. Although yes, there still are struggles with the opposite sex and daily life they push through. Not taking any crap from anyone and demanding what they want with style.

I may not be the typical woman everyone expects me to be but don't try and shove me in a corner. I'm gonna fight my way out. Whether they believe me or not it makes no difference. they are going to believe what they want to anyway. So bring it on. I'm good with knowing myself that I have never been one to settle for something that I didn't have my whole heart in. And I'm not about to set now.

I've always been a rule bender and breaker and pushed the line.

Why stop now?

Just watch me.

Bone To Pick

I will have one later when I have time. Cause right now I don't but I thought I would just let you know now as a warning, things may get ugly and you may want to just skip the following post if you have a problem with women being independent and strong.

Just sayin'

Tired

It's what I am.

Things are running together now.

Seems like I'm running out of time this month. The countdown has already begun to me leaving. My mind hasn't fully set in yet as to the actually fact that I AM LEAVING in about 16 days. Maybe once I get in the car and start heading down the highway. Then again knowing myself as I do, it probably won't sink in until about a month of being there. And even then I'll have to pinch myself to check.

I don't know why I said that I would be pinching myself. Chances are I won't. Why inflict such torture upon oneself? That's just silly.

I sure hope the wide open spaces of Wyoming will be the therapy I have been looking for. I just know it's right. And that scares me.

Scares me I tell yah! In a good way though. Why? Because I'll be doing what I love. A little out of the comfort zone I have built here in the small town. That's good for me too! Sometimes you have to get out of your comfort zone to get what you really need.

I'm jumping in.

One Of Those Days

Ever have one? Your on a high and you think everything is going right then BAM!

Everything suddenly feels like it is crumbling at your feet.... Yeah, that was today. I think my heart stopped a few times. Thankfully it's still ticking. I made it through. I'm going to need some sleep. If my brain stops working.

I've got hopes.

Buying A Car

I don't understand this process. I don't like it. I go onto a dealer lot and get swarmed by car salesman. Thanks but no, I'd rather look on my own and come get someone if I need it. I don't like being hovered over. But do they hear me? Nope. They continue to follow.

All I want to do it look at something with no pressure. And boxing me in is not gonna make me feel that way. Give me my space! I know what I'm looking for. Let me look.

*sigh* Don't even get me started on test driving. You'd think it would be fun but it's not. It's nerve racking. I don't get to check out the car the way I want to because I have the salesman sitting in the seat next to me. And no I do not want a co-signer. No, I do not think I can manage $100 more over my budget because it works out to $3 a day more. Really? I have bills to pay. And to keep on track with them I have to have that $3 a day more to pay them. Tight budget sir. Did I not explain this when you asked me the first time what I was looking for?! I think I did.

Find me what I'm looking for and we have a deal. Push me and I walk. It's how I roll.

Who's Gonna Make You Laugh When You Move?

My mom and I went to pick up sandwiches the other afternoon. We always pick on each other. Playfully. I pick, poke and pester like any youngest child would do. All the while cracking myself up.

Then my mom says, "Who's gonna make you laugh when you move? Cause I just know how you love to get a good laugh out of picking on me."

"Oh, I'll still have some good laughs. My sister will keep me updated..." I reply.

"And you will probably tell people there some stories about me."

"Oh, no doubt."

"Gee thanks."

"Anytime."

You Can't Sneak Up On Frogs

Things that I have learned from my mother:

And believe me this will be an ongoing list but for now I shall start with this bright new number that was laid on me the other day with the discovery of a frog in my parents backyard. I get called into the other room last night for my mom to announce there is a frog in our backyard. *note that we live in the "city" part of our rural community and my mother is no country bumpkin.

I'm still trying to figure out where this country itch of mine comes from. Maybe my sister will figure that our as she tracks our heritage.

As interesting as the discovery of a frog in our backyard, only at this point by sound, I went back to what I was doing. Half an hour later my mother decides it is time to find it. So she asks me to keep the dogs at bay while she heads out the back door with a flashlight. Anybody else know where this is going? Yep. Ten minutes later she reenters the house with a look of defeat.

"Well?" I ask.

"He stopped croaking the minute I got out there" my mother replies

"Huh. Really?" I say sarcastically

"Yeah, but I'm gonna try and go around another way."

"Ooookkaaayy"

She leaves out the garage door now.

Fifteen minutes later she reenters again.

"Find him?" I inquire again.

"Nope. He stopped again"

"You can't sneak up on a frog" I tell her shaking my head.

"Oh yes you can. I've done it before. I got all the way out to the potted plant before he stopped croaking".

"Okay then. Good luck"

Next morning.....

"That frog is still out there. I heard it all last night"

"Yeah, they do that"

"I told your father that frickin' frog better shut it! Don't they sleep? And he told me during the day!"

"Yep"

"Damn it! I'm gonna find that sucker today"

"Okay mom"

"I will, I bet I know where he is too. But he better not jump out at me or I'll scream"

Several hours later.....

"Find the frog?" I, of course already knew the answer do to the lack of screaming. She's not a bug person either.

"Nope. And I looked"

"How hard?"

"Not very..."

"Didn't want it to jump out at yah huh?"

"Nope".

And so another night begins with the frog still unfound.

Firsts

So I got an itch. My sister decided to start a blog and being the great, funny writer she is I was surprised she had not started one sooner. So there I sat. Reading her blog. And thinking.

And then I did it! I created my own blog. Why? Because I am moving several states away and what better way to keep in contact with everyone? Even though I may be horrible at writing things when I really have nothing to say, at least I can post pictures :-)

So here's the start of it all. And in less than a month I will be getting ready to make my trek to Wyoming where I will be working on a guest ranch. Playing the part of cowgirl. Something I have always wanted to do but never got the guts to try. Something I always had in the back of my head, picking at me, gnawing at me to go and try this but never thought I could.

Then I took a chance. A wild hair while I don't have anything or anyone holding me back. So here I go out into the wide open spaces to find me. And I'm freaking out! I'm happy. I'm anxious. I'm a little sad. But I'm keeping my faith in God and I'm following my heart.

Here we go. Wish me luck!