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Sweet Time

With everyone having goat babies, there is very little free time in my life. If I had any hope for relaxation  would be disappointed. That is where you have to begin, then if you can carve out fifteen minutes anywhere it feels like a vacation!

As I type, Tom Thumb has been fed, Gator has been taken to school, trash has been taken out. I need to start a load of laundry and do dishes, but right now I am enjoying Sweet Time. The time where you should do something but for a few minutes you are just relaxing.

Alright, now my baby bottles have been washed. I retrieved another cup of java, yum.  I finally broke down and bought a bottle brush along with a big bottle, Tom Thumb is headed to take in over six ounces soon.  Bottle brushes God gift to a young woman, or an old woman with a baby goat.

Hopefully this morning will find some babies born, LittleHornedOne has been off and on labor for days but she lost her plug yesterday I think. Tom Thumb and I learned how to do a goat enema last night, his stomach is trying to adjust to cow’s milk. Sometimes I look at my life and shake my head, never before 1988 did I think I would be doing 75% of the things I do.

Hubby and I have grown together in marriage. Our life is totally different than either of us expected in many ways. If when I graduated from college someone would have told me what I would be doing at 50, I would have thought they were nuts. That is the beauty of love, of a journey. I am here, I am glad to be here. I cannot imagine giving up anyone or any pet, livestock or anything at all of what I am blessed with.

Yep Sweet Time! Time to reflect on blessings, on challenges, and most importantly how lucky I am to live this life!

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The farm at Work


Our farm is not fancy or brand new. It is the farm, Hubby, his family and the boys. That is what it is. There are days that you think they will never finish, that the farm is not worth it. Then all of the sudden you see this series of photos. A family working together with what they have to plant the wheat that one day may turn up on your table.

Every seed is precious, and they try to make sure none are wasted. As you can tell Gator and Dunk are shoveling in the seed into the planter. This day Hubby was the planter, so he rested while they shoveled. They played while he planted. Sconicle, Lefty and Pancho do a lot of playing.

These are the moments I know my kids will cherish, because when we are working together it gets done quicker and easier. The tractor life can be lonely, and I know Hubby is glad for us to just be nearby.

You have to love Dunk in his wired Taco Cowboy hat, what a strange hat that is! The ground that you see is now turning a full green field. Soon the plants will be solid green without any dirt showing.

If you think our equipment is old you would be right. The one thing about farm equipment is if it works you use it. Believe it or not this planter is in demand in our area, Hubby’s other farmer friends use it as well. It is a drill planter where it not only puts it is, the seed is drilled in deep then you roll over it. This is the fun part, you can drive on it right after planting.

The other story to these pictures will come another time. The picture right after this is one is Hubby driving off with the tractor and the boys, and dogs leaving the area!







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Life is like the Horny Toad

It should be noted I know the correct term is Horned Toad, but with Texas blood in my veins and my politically uncorrect nature I refuse to buckle on what every native Texan knows to be the name of the beloved lizard.

I remember being a small girl in West Texas, there was nothing much to play with on A & M street but horny toads and rattlesnakes. I tried to avoid the snakes, but the toads were amazing. I can remember many a day watching them move and crawl across the lawn of our backyard. I did not realize back then that my fascination of horny toads would be such a vivid memory. Horny toads can be seen at a few zoos but I don’t see them anywhere where I have lived in decades. There is a whole group of theories out there about what happened to the toad? But for me and my house I stand on the fact that growing up fire ants were no where to be found. Now they have taken over Texas. They are the plague we can not seem to rid Texas of. I have heard of and used so many treatments your head would spin, but the reality is fire ants seem to have no real enemy here in Texas. They are not native, they came on ships to Texas. I wish we could send them all back.

My love of horny toads and hatred of fire ant reveal to me a real need for agriculture. The family farmers of old are dying, the middle aged ones are taking full time jobs like Hubby. The young kids look at the family farm as a hobby, but realize it is not a truly viable career. Something in Agriculture has to be done, what most people that are unaware of is the amount of restrictions that are placed on American farmers. The fruit and vegetables you eat from foreign soil does not have the restrictions American farmers face. Many of foreign farmers are subsidized up front, the governments pay the farmers to plant. Here is America we are only paid a small portion if the crop fails. And that is who the family is competing against, foreign farmers on a payroll or corporate farmers on salary. Farmers farm because of the love of the land it is not about money. It is about tradition and keep agriculture alive in America.

The other secret about agriculture that no one ever truly says is the Farm Bill is not mostly about farming or agriculture. Long ago agriculture and food stamps got combined. So when they speak of the farm bill, it is truly a food stamp bill with some agriculture aid added. The farmers wait for the Ag bill to come down, mainly because the numbers on it tell you if you can even afford to plant a crop or not. While prices are up in the grocery store your local farmer is not making more money, it is the middle men that are.

I never thought those days of staring at horny toads would help me understand agriculture but it is, I miss the horny toad, and I can only hope American Agriculture will not face the same fate.

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Real Frugality at it’s Best

What bit of frugality I have I got from my mom, my dad was a classic salesman, you spend money to make money. If you don’t make money you spend more and it will come.

My mom used to reuse brown paper bags. To this day anywhere she lives; there is a sack somewhere with a bunch of sacks in for one day. She is part of the greatest generation ever; she lived through the real depression. As a kid in Dallas, she would talk about standing in line for a loaf of bread. When the wall came down in the Soviet Union, she said it reminded her of the depression. My husband’s family was in the country, so they ate and ate chicken. That was what the family had.

Which brings me to real frugality, not a glossed over version but real frugality. What do you have? Not what can you buy a bit and turn into something, but what do you have right now? That is how so many families made it, when we were kids my mom would make tuna and white sauce. We thought it was heaven. All it reminded her of how poor they were. See you could feed a family of six with a can of tuna, flour, water and a loaf of bread.

So if you are really trying look at what you have and make lemonade. I have told my kids over and over that our society will lose wonderful ideas and heroes every day.

If you have a chance talk to a member of the greatest generation, their stories will make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams.

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shhh I have an idea!

TD has been accepted! It is official, they took him. He got in, God Bless TD!

Okay TD is graduating May 31st. I have a brother that has a limited income, but is incredibly fun and entertaining. He looks for unusual gifts for every occasion. Here is what I want to do, I want to put the bug in his ear that TD would love more than anything a picture of him and George. You know hanging out fishing, with a personal message from George. If you don’t know which George you have to read back aways on my blog.

This would be something he would cherish his entire life, towels anyone can get but a picture of your favorite uncle and George that is big stuff.

So what do you think?

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Down Memory Lane

My mom is in the hospital. I would love to sugar coat it but I can’t. Her short term memory is gone. The big stuff that happened today she doesn’t know. My mom has a very high IQ. It is hard to tell young student doctors that the woman in front of them is smarter than they are. They are used to elderly patients coming in and being confused. Mom being a bit confused is like Trump looking up how to do real estate. It doesn’t happen, not in my lifetime. Not my mom, nope not her. She is a pillar of strength and grace. She is the woman standing in the crowd of people dressed like slobs looking like spent $400.00 on her clothes. I am the only one that knows those pants were $6.00. This is my mom May of 2005, she is the picture of health. But now she is much thinner and her vibrancy is lacking. Anyway this is my mom I remember, listening to my brother’s plans for his summer at the coast.

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I begin to walk

Writing ten scholarship applications has a way of changing your perspective. Many groups have set up foundations for one purpose to look for kids that fit criteria and reflect an eagerness for education. There is so many that when I call to ask questions I am told many don’t apply for these scholarships.

TD has several scholarships because of his activities, and our involvement in the community. It isn’t about necessarily need. It is more about we knew he would need this 5 years ago. We jumped in for him. Hubby and I have handed out drinks. We worked concession stands and made nachos. Another mother and I say we made vats of turkey dressing, enough to feed over 50 people, mind you not once but several times. We have sold tickets to give a ways, sold pizza, sold fruit and candy. This list seems never ending at times when I look back at the sum of what we have done.

Frugality is a lot like the fundraising you do for groups in school. You will sell whatever you need to however you need to in order to get the funds you need for a goal. So then the question is why do we work so hard for that one purpose then financially at home you take a break on what is going on with your checking account. As the football phrase goes “keep your eye on the ball”. There have been times I was an ostrich in absolute neglect of how much in a week’s time I was spending. Money that I can’t get back, money that now I wish I had.

In this moment of reflection, I know that it is a mute point. I can’t have money I threw away. The burn of how much I spent without thinking is enough to keep me sober. I used to as a single gal get a rush from shopping, when I married I thought my spending was under control. It was under control as long as we made money. I am not the only one to blame. Hubby has “issues with money”, but I am not one to rake someone when they cannot defend themselves. I am wearing my big girl panties, and it is past time to face the music. I have to handle the money, the budget and the bills. I cannot lie anymore to Hubby or myself. As they say in AA you can not recover if you do not own it. I own the debt tonight, I am not alone I am a co-partner. The only thing to do is step forward into the light. Somehow, I hear angels singing in my head.

The good news is some of the same people at the top probably at some time in their life lost the ball, and yet now they have money to spare. So from here on the news is fresh and new. It is not about the past, only the future. When I get stuck, I realize I am living in the past not looking forward. Tomorrow is a new day, and I will again get through it, it won’t be easy but I can handle it with my big girl panties on.

I am letting the angels tuck me in tonight. I know as I write this someone might read this and be struck that no matter where they are in the financial struggle we all hit the wall, then figure it out. You are not alone and you have angels too.

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Did You Say George Strait?
I am the conservative, it hasn’t always been that way. But now it is. My oldest brother never talks politics unless it is about action of the military. And being employed by the military he speaks it in a such a way you don’t really have a clue how he stands. He works for Democratic and Republican leaders, his job depends on him being military first and the other stuff unknown.
My other brother is basically a socialist, and yes he would definately say that. The democratic party is not left enough for him. He likes a society where everything is free and no one is rich. He can live on $30.00 for several weeks or less. He has an ability to do whatever he needs to get by.
Right now he is working at a marine boating supply store. He sells everything from a lure to a yacht. It is right up his alley. He is a salt water fly fishing expert, matter of fact he is an expert on fly fishing like few men can dream about. He does fly tie designs for Cabela’s from time to time. His rods cost more than my car, he is serious about fly fishing. He has started to write articles for his fly fishing group and the store where he works. So when I say he is very focused you might get a sense of how he is. T-Ray as his friends call him is the funniest guy I know. I have watched comics for years, but no one is as funny as my brother. The party begins when T-Ray shows up. So sales is perfect for him. He is a concrete engineer’s dream employee, but his bad back finally gave way for him to find this job.
So the family was at a Chinese buffet for Christmas, yes we do that. Because we all like a different things from time to time. My husband says, “Hey tell Kathy who you met the other day.” I am thinking like Dat Nguyen because he works near his parent’s restaurant. I was thinking someone bigger than Nolan Ryan (yeah he met him too). But nothing like what he said. He smiled at me, and said “Oh George Strait. Matter fact he wanted me to take him fishing I told him no.” I was floored, I lost my breath. It was all I could do to utter words. So here is my brother’s story. His boss brings in a man and a woman, and introduce T-Ray to them. They get to talking fly fishing. The wife wonders off to shop. They more they talk the more the man wants to know about T-Ray and his abilty to fish. He finally asks T-Ray if he would take him fishing. The answer was something I am sure George Strait has never heard before. “Well if I like ya.” So my brother said he was pretty busy for a few days, and the next time they came in to ask again.
See my brother doesn’t dislike George Strait, he had no idea who he was. Country music in not in my brother’s playlist. When his coworkers told T-Ray who George was, T-Ray was laughing. And yes George has come in again, and T-Ray plans to take him fishing. All I asked for was a picture. What I would like is for my girlfriends Karen and Randy to go down and see the boat, the house, finally meet the wife up close. Karen and I spent many New Year’s Eves with George, his wife and thousands of others. My brother never bought a CD, and they are buds! T-Ray is the life of the party in every way. He is a very smart, funny and incredibly talented brother. I say this because if he finds this blog I want him to know how special he is. That and perhaps a picture of George Strait and T-Ray will be enough for me.
This summer we are going down to Rockport and visit my brother. I am sure TD, W and S are going to try to get Uncle T-Ray to take them to see old George.
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