Name: Jolyn Ann Young
Alias: Mom (As in “Mom, I always call you Mom, huh, Mom?”)
Location: Over 50 miles past the pavement, one hour past mail delivery, and 10 miles past the headquarters of the O RO Ranch at the Triangle N camp in northern Arizona.
Age: (15 + 7 – 2 + 10) + (1 + 1 – 1) Hint: I’m 31.
Height: I always say I’m 5’5″, but I’m actually 5′ 4 3/4″. My husband says I’m 5’2″. I round up, and he’s just plain wrong.
Weight: Are we measuring with or without a small child or children’s shoe/jacket/doll/truck/snack/sippy cup in my arms? I have no idea what I weigh these days when unencumbered by proof of motherhood. Hey, that’s what we can start calling those extra pounds: “proof of motherhood.”
Marital status: Still with my first husband, whether he likes it or not.
Children: 2 children; 1 boy and 1 girl. I think anymore than two kids would be too much for me. I often think two kids are too much for me, then I look around and think “Oh, crap.”
Religion: Attempting to follow Jesus Christ, but I fail daily. One of the greatest joys of my life thus far has been teaching my daughter to pray. Side effect: whenever I curse, she instantly asks God to forgive me.
Most embarrassing moment: Um, there are definitely too many to choose from. Maybe the time I walked into a closed sliding glass door in a custom hat shop in Abilene, Texas, or the time my friend Theo and I walked into the wrong house for a college graduation party and announced “We’re here!” only to find a strange man and his little dog sitting on the couch in his underwear watching TV. The man was wearing underwear, not the little dog. Had the dog been wearing underwear, I think that would have counted as the dog’s most embarrassing moment.
Favorite drink: Pink lemonade. If you come hang out with me, we’ll stay sober and make some bad decisions.
I grew up in the small-town ranch country of northern California and moved to Nevada in my early twenties to work on a cattle ranch north of Elko. I met a tall buckaroo who picked me up for our first date in his ’92 Ford, and I put my hand in his back pocket as we walked through downtown after dinner. We have been married since August 2012, although we struggle to remember the exact date.
Jim and I recently traded the sagebrush sea of the Great Basin for the prickly paradise of the rocky Southwest. These days, we live in a remote cow camp with our four-year-old daughter Grace and two-year-old son Milo. I write a humor column about our crazy adventures off the grid and 2 1/2 hours from the nearest town. My goal is to become famous enough to be on Dancing With The Stars, or at least get some hate mail.
My husband and I both love the ranching lifestyle and are grateful we can raise our kids around horses, cattle, ropes, and dirt.
Faith comes first, family comes second, and everything else works itself out.