Momma Din't Raise No Fool...Or Maybe She Did, Just This Once

So I'm not proud of this.

My fingers got caught in the garage door to the shop. 

It hurts. Bad. 

You know what?  It was really stupid. I mean, a person knows that crease is going to close tight, with or without your fingers in it.  Case in point...my mom did raise a fool.

Now onto the other side of the spectrum...I am not raising fools.  I'm raising hard workers.  I promise not to brag too much...

But maybe if my kids read this, I may get an extra sink of dishes done or breakfast in bed.

A gal can try right?

Cody, our oldest has a 40 hour a week job working construction.  "Mom, do you know that I put $35 of gas into my car and it didn't even fill it?"    "Yes son, I put $95 into my truck and its only at 3/4 of a tank."

I wonder if he caught my sarcasm?

Ashlyn is picking rock and babysitting working towards a new phone and fun stuff at the Crystal Springs Rodeo.  I told her I got a phone when I was 30.  She was unimpressed.

Kara is picking rock and working for me on the produce section of the farm.  She's not only working to buy stuff at the rodeo, but she's doing all the record keeping here to use as part of a FFA project.  As a mom I'm super happy. 

Grace and Rachel even got in on a little rock picking.  When asked what Rachel thought she should make for three hours of picking, she thought her price would be about $100.   Grace said her other money making project for the summer was going to create artwork for the Gary art show during the 4th of July Festivities.  She was going to call it refrigerator art. LOL!

So what did I do for summertime work when I was their age?  Picked worms for a local bait shop.  $9 per thousand.  My sisters and I would make enough money each summer for buying school clothes in the fall. When I told my kids that I did that and asked if they ever would I got this reply:

"Gross mom," accompanied by a look like I was half crazy.  I think they'll just stick to picking rock for area farmers.

Have a great month of July!  Enjoy family, friends, and the town of Gary and surrounding areas.  There's so much fun to be had!

Fairchild Farmgirl

The New Kid On The Block

Well, it happened.  Cocoa was getting to be the straw that broke the camels back.  She wouldn't let Grace lead her around, would put her ears back and chased her out of her pen and would try to buck her off. 

As a parent, I knew that there are way too many kid friendly horses that need a home and it was time to put wheels under Cocoa. 

At first I thought I'd miss her, you know, how she would wheel her butt around to kick when a person went in her pen...

But alas...we are back in love.

Welcome home Mitch. 

Even though you did get out of your pen this morning and we found you about 3 miles west of our place.  I sat on the phone waking up neighbors to see if they you were at their places.   We tracked your butt through soaking wet plowen, I rode the four wheeler with Grace in the rain looking for you til there was so much mud in our eyes we couldn't stand it anymore....

Did I mention it was 40 degrees and raining?

Then I walked you home over a mile with a hole in my boot (my bad I never remember to throw those away) again, in the rain, of course, uphill the whole way (not really), cold but sweaty (again, my bad, I'm out of shape).

After that, I still love you because when we FINALLY found you, you were spooked, but went right up to Grace like she was your very best friend. 

YOU ARE SO LUCKY!
Fairchild Farmgirl

PS I'm out of coffee. 

(Of course).

When Your Cow Discovers Social Media

It's some body's birthday month here at the farm. 

One of the kids?

Well not exactly...

Yes, it's Sweetie's  birthday.  In case you're new to this, my heifer is turning three years old as of mid March and she thinks she's one of the family.  Or may be we think she is and she could care less.  Not sure.  She does like the attention however. 

Anyway, back to the subject at hand.  My heifer....Facebook...it was a matter of time folks.  It started when I would put photo's up on my page about that goofy bovine of mine; how she would dig trash out of the dumspter, put a hole through my screen door, sneak in the shop and had diarrhea all over the floor (wait a minute, she's starting to turn into a liability instead of an asset).

Well, people got a kick out of her and her shenanigans.  Then someone suggested that she get her own page on Facebook, especially after the pumpkin patch this year when we thought she was at her peak of stardom.  I thought, 'hey, she's old enough for her own page, as long as she doesn't put up anything embarrassing of her herself.'

I kid...she hasn't mastered the computer yet since her hooves are too big for typing, LOL. Again, kidding. 

In less than a month that cow has buddies from all over the world.  Seriously.  She's almost up to 200. She has contests about Ag trivia and is has prize giveaways (which are non other than 8x10 glossy photos of herself.

So do I regret my decision?

Only if she gets more friends than I have. 

Sincerely,
Fairchild Farmgirl.

PS Her "handle" on Facebook is Sweetie Moo Fairchild.

"MOM! Don't Clean My Room!" and More From A Disgruntled Housewife

"Guess what?" I ask my daughter as we pulled out of our meeting spot on a Friday night not too long ago.

"What?" she said with a smile that I knew was not going to last too long.

"We're going to clean your room," I say almost getting a kick out of what her response would be.

"Ugh! I hate it when you help!" She said as she slunked down into the seat of the gray ghost.  (Thats what I call a beat up Yukon that is apparently invisible to animals.)

You know, I don't mind cleaning, washing, feeding and all else that I do, but sometimes it gets to be a little much.

For example, I stepped outside the other day, and right on my front porch was a huge pile a la Sweetie. The irony in it?  Some how, there was a huge papertowel crumpled up laying right in the middle of it. 

HUH?

I know, "only at our place" is the only excuse I can give at this point.  The weird thing (yes, even more weird than a heifer lounging on a front porch) No one else had been out that day because it was so cold, did Fluffy try to help her?  Like, "Suzanne's going to be mad enough that you put a huge pile of poo on the steps, maybe if I clean you up she won't be as mad."

Not really, now I have a frozen terd pile with a huge paper towel frozen in it. 

On.my.front.porch.where.everyone.has.to.walk.around.when.they.come.over.

What's the point of this story?

That I could hire out my heifer for Charmin commercials?  No.  Well maybe, but I digress. 

I think the fact of the matter is, is that even I pulled out NINE bags of trash out of my daughter's bedroom, I pick up enough food off of my floor daily to make me wonder why we don't have a huge mouse problem (Big D says it's because "A mouse would walk in here and run out again..it'd think it was one big trap.).

The fact of the matter is, I do love my life.  My kids messy as they are, are pretty cool.  Them, along with my husband as caring as he is and as goofy as my cow is....

means I should be getting me one heck of a Valentines Day Gift! 

Sincerely,
Fairchild "Wading through the piles" Farmgirl

In With the New and Out With the Old

Happy January!

It's a new year people, with bright ideas and sturdy goals for the upcoming 365 days. 
I definately have more fun planning the goal list than I do working on the goals I'm afraid.

How about you? What are your goals?  Is it to lose the dreaded weight we put on over the holidays?  Is it to be more kind to people?  Is it to be more money savvy?

Think hard on it, what would you like to do? 

This article is going to be a short one.  That's only because I'm going to get busy working on my goal list. 

Right now.

Have a blessed New Year.  Be good to people.  Be charitable.  Be honest in your business dealings.

Just be.
Fairchild Farmgirl

Christmas...Conquering the Fiscal Cliff

Who would'a thunk that having our ninth kid would've made my world crazy?  I really apologize for not blogging lately.  It's been hectic to say the least.

So as we look at the calender and the sights around town, we see that Christmas is fast approaching.  Did you break the bank on Black Friday, Cyber Monday or like our priest called Thanksgiving Day or "Blood Thirsty Thursday"? 

Not me...crowds aren't my thing.

I would love however, to talk about Small Business Saturday.  I know, I know, it's come and gone, but we can treat the whole month this way by spending our money locally. 

For the hard to buy for, pick up a gift card from Steele's Service or one of the many gas stations in Canby.  Each year when Gate City Store gets their chocolate covered peanuts in, I'm right there.  They make a great gift...after all, who doesn't like them? Not only that, but they really have some good deals here and there.  Back before we raised our own pigs, we used to buy all our bacon from Rob's locker.  He has the best bacon.

Then there's Canby.  Many business' come to mind.  Paper Moon (the best wrapping paper), Mobergs Meats (best brats!) Rhonda's Originals, Cenex (who wouldn't love a gift card for gas?) etc. The most fun that I have with the kids each year, is when I take them Christmas shopping at Canby Drug.  Before we go, I sit each of them down and we talk about a budget and what each child would like to get each of their siblings. 

They have a budget:

$1.50 per person.

That's right.  The older kids have to PUT IN $1.50 to match my $1.50 for each sibling.  It seems when they have to shell out a little green, more thought and caring go into it. 

So as I sat down with Rachel, we talked about Cody. 

"I bet Cody would love gum or a new mechanical pencil" I said to her as she wrote a future purchase very carefully for each child.
"Or I could buy him a new laptop" She said matter-a-factly and not looking up from her paper.

Something tells me she's sailing down the fiscal cliff like a bat outta Haiti!
Sincerely,
"Furiously laying down the law for when Levi suggests getting Dad a new tractor"
Fairchild Farmgirl.

To My Fellow Halloweenies.

Some of you might expect me to talk all about our new baby that we had September 8th and not stop this whole article...

I'll refrain.

Even though he is so cute, chubby, perfect, and I just want to kiss the crap out of him non-stop, I have even bigger fish to fry: 

Halloween.

I could start out with a story, true even...that happened 6 years ago on Halloween night:

My blond haired, blue eyed, heifer riding Rachel was born!

But I digress...

Back to this very special month of October: 

Look around you...the crops are in, the beetles are out, the dogs growing her winter fur, the ram is doing what he's supposed to be doing, the culls in the feedlot are doing well, even dropping calves every so often. 

The air is also crisp and the frost is definitely on the pumpkin. 

So, do you know what time it is?

Time to open the farm up to school kids, families and parties.  It's the Fairchild Pumpkin Patch time! 

Time to introduce kids to Sweetie the heifer, let the kids feel a sheep and watch a piglet poop all over my sweatshirt when I pick one up so they can feel it's bristly hair. 

Tis the season to stay up on Friday and Saturday night way past midnight making apple pies and filling orders for caramel apples.

Waiting for the sounds of kids giggling as they run through a 200 round bale maze or laugh as they take a ride on a barrel train. 

Wondering what the classes that come out are going to think about all the smells and sounds that come with riding through our feedlot, picking out their favorite cow and touching and smelling the feed that the cows eat. 

Listening to moms and dads chuckle at some of the funny haunts that we have made on the walking trail...

Yep, bring on October...Fairchild Farms is ready for it. 

Sincerely,

The Soon To Be Caffienated Farmgirl

PS...Here's baby Tedd looking very suprised,, LOL!  He's named after Ron's wonderful uncle Ted.  He's missed so much but seeing baby Tedd's face makes us feel like Uncle Ted is right here with us.