“I hate to be a bother, but there is a hole in our roof.”
A personal profile, as written by a drunken primate.
We took a pickup instead of a wagon, but our town trip still took two days.
You won’t believe some of my responses to FAQs about being a desolate ranch wife.
When the going gets tough, it’s the love of and for a good man that keeps me out here in the West.
Or, “Happy 4th anniversary, honey.”
Big news from the Youngs!
…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…”
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”
“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”