If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…

…you better get used to dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. There will be dirt on your floors, tracked in by cowboy boots and blown through invisible cracks in the seals around your windows and doors. Dirt will be caked onto his jeans heaped in the laundry room, and large quantities will be washed downContinue reading “If You’re Gonna Marry A Cowboy…”

If You Think…You Shouldn’t Be A Cowboy

If you think you need a lunch break, you shouldn’t be a cowboy. If you think all the bad horses have already been ridden, you shouldn’t be a cowboy. If you think 50 miles of dirt road followed by 107 miles of pavement is too far to (ask your wife to) drive for groceries, youContinue reading “If You Think…You Shouldn’t Be A Cowboy”

Cowboy Dictionary: An Illustrated Index

In ranching, we use many words and phrases that might confuse someone who doesn’t begin a day’s work by catching a horse in the dark. Here’s a basic dictionary of common cowboy terms. Horse (n): A horse is a beast of burden, tool of the trade, partner and buddy all in one four-hoofed package. AContinue reading “Cowboy Dictionary: An Illustrated Index”

Living in the moment, no batteries necessary

I took Grace out to the corner of the Airport Field where the cowboy crew was branding calves out of a rodear* the other day. I threw my camera and extra batteries in the diaper bag, but once I got there I decided to not take it out. I wanted to just be in theContinue reading “Living in the moment, no batteries necessary”

Town Trip

A ranch wife’s days are marked by the next town trip. A list is carefully made prior to each trip, because forgetting to buy a curtain rod doesn’t mean that you can run to the hardware store the next day; it means the sun shines through the window and blinds you while you’re trying toContinue reading “Town Trip”

Cowboy Vacation

“Most people go to Hawaii to vacation,” my husband said. “We’re going to Bruneau.” I was just glad we got to take a cowboy vacation and didn’t have to quit a job to do it. Technically, Jim went to Bruneau, Idaho to haul water and feed cubes to cows there for a week, so itContinue reading “Cowboy Vacation”

The Good Ol’ Days

I’ve heard tales about going out out the spring and fall wagons for 3 months at a time, when each ranch had a crew of at least six cowboys, each cowboy had at least ten horses in his string, and there were a whole lot more ranches still running in the Great Basin. I hadContinue reading “The Good Ol’ Days”

Why I am warmin’ up dinner, watchin’ for dust

The #1 rule of being a cowboy’s wife is Don’t Worry. If a cowboy was supposed to come home late and it’s getting later, Don’t Worry. If you have no idea where on the vast, empty desert he might be, Don’t Worry. If you’re wondering if the yellow paint horse finally bronked him down andContinue reading “Why I am warmin’ up dinner, watchin’ for dust”

Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher

After a two-year hiatus, I’m back at the blog machine. Not to be confused with the fog machine. Not that anyone was likely to get those confused. Not that those two have anything to do with each other. Sorry I mentioned that. Hope I didn’t cloud anyone’s thought process. Since my last blog post, IContinue reading “Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher”