Rural Mom in an Urban World

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This week on face book I saw our town, Elko-NewMarket, post a question to the residents. It said “If we gave you a million dollars what would you do with it to enhance Elko-New Market.”
Some of the replies were:
1. Grocery Store
2. Bigger gas station (where more than one dually pickup at a time can pump gas)
3. Hardware store
4. Coliseum (ya know, for concerts and stuff!)
5. Shopping Mall
6. Hospital
The list goes on! One commentator was very frustrated that Elko wasn’t growing as fast as she wanted. “If the farmers would just be willing to sell their land we could really make this town thrive!”
Here is where I start deep breathing and counting backwards from 10 before I comment.
What I really wanted to say was, “Well, don’t come knocking on OUR door for land sweetheart because the family has been here for over 150 years farming and we’re not planning on stopping any time soon! YOU moved HERE!!!!!”
But I didn’t…
And it got me thinking of just how great I have it living between country and city. We live in a town which is about 30 miles south of Minneapolis/St.Paul, MN. We have a WalMart and Target within 10 minutes, a grocery store within 15 minutes, and I can get to the closest mall in about 20. PLUS, we can watch our Minnesota Twins play baseball within a half hour. Thankfully we also have top notch medical facilities within that time frame too. I’m thinking that’s a great place to be.
We also live on the outskirts of the small town of Elko New Market where there’s one church, one bank, one post office, one gas station, and five bars! Again, a great place to be!
We can hear the cars at the Elko Speedway on Saturday nights, but can also sit around a bonfire and only hear the crackling of the fire and crickets.
We see lots of traffic going back and forth on our road, but also the tractors and combines (causing frustration and anguish when they’re going SO SLOW).
When my kids get off the school bus there’s dozens of tiny faces glued to the windows when their dad is sitting waiting for them in a big CaseIH tractor with the duals on! Our girls look pretty proud at that moment. Their dad does too 😉
I recently took my girls into the Doctor to have their yearly check up before school. The Medical Assistant goes through all sorts of questions about how they eat and sleep and if I had any concerns. One question they asked was, “Are the children ever home alone?” I don’t ever remember being asked this question, but I guess they feel like it’s their business. Whatever.
I answered the question, “No.” and my 6 year old daughter pipes up and says, “Well, we’re only home alone when mom and dad are both outside when the cows get out.”
I burst out laughing along with the nurse! “Yah, we live on a farm if you hadn’t caught that!”
I’m raising farm kids and that makes me so happy. We may be caught between two worlds of Rural living and Urban living, but I can confidently say that my kids are growing up more country than city! THATS a great place to be.

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Surprises, Tears, Laughter, and Jack Daniels!

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My adventure as a mom began somewhere in the ballpark of March 2006. I was working at an Urgent Care and “borrowed” one of our pregnancy tests because something juuuust wasn’t right. Well, in retrospect, everything had actually gone PERFECTLY because I was pregnant. My co-worker re-tested it a couple times from different boxes just to make sure and i obviously double checked again when I got home.

SHIT

Not the end of the world, but definitely not what I had been planning. I had just gotten engaged on Valentine’s Day of that year (which was probably the night that landed me in this “situation’ 😉

So, we got to have the ever-so-pleasant talk with the parentals about our news.
“Mom, I have something to talk to you about.”
She stops, looks at me seriously and asks “Is it something I have to take you to Target for a test?”
“Ummmmm, yah, but i already did.”
“and you are?”
“yup”
She lets out a sigh and says, “I don’t know whether to hug you or spank you!”

She hugged me 😉

17 weeks in I started spotting and went to the Dr.
I found out that day that I had miscarried at 9weeks and 6 days.
All this 1 week before the wedding.
(I didn’t think writing that would make me cry) hold on…
A big hug goes out to all of you moms and dads who have lost a pregnancy. I know there are many. With statistics of 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, we’re kind of a big club.

Thankfully, I got pregnant just as easily with the next one as I did the first! The next step of the adventure was probably in October 2006. Again, totally out of the blue and very surprising.
And because God has an awesome sense of humor, my fertility goes on to get me pregnant AGAIN just a short 4 months after Kaylee was born. At this point, Brent and I are contemplating having separate closets space just to be sure this doesn’t happen again.

I am the mom who was breastfeeding a 4 month old, took a pregnancy test and found out the next one was on its way…ready or not. My favorite moment in our marriage so far is when my husband, Brent, came home from work and I held our daughter up and said, “Welcome home daddy, hey guess what?? I’m gonna be a big sister next year!!”

HIS FACE WAS PRICELESS!!!

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It was at the birth of my daughter, Macy, that I succumbed to the fact that my motherhood adventure was going to be nothing I could control. I still kind of want to have another baby and PLAN on having the baby and PLAN when they will be born…just to say I did it. Not gonna happen 😉

They say the 1st year of marriage is always the hardest…I call bullshit!
Ours hit probably at year 3 with two girls ages 1 and 2 and me married to a busy farmer and struggling to balance mommyhood, wifehood, work life, social life, and just time for ME!

I only threw a bottle at my husband once…I’m pretty sure

I cried the first time Kaylee fell down a flight of stairs

I yelled at Brent when he got home once because it was OBVIOUSLY his fault both kids were screaming, naked, covered in their own body fluids, and I’m scrubbing the carpet also full of said body fluids.

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I fed my kids formula after about 12 weeks because I wanted to. Me and the breast pump were through with 8-a-day milkings. 😉 As far as I can tell they are turning out just fine.

I realized just how much I like the taste of a Jack n Coke. Through many experiments. They all turned out a positive.

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I suffered some mommy guilt when i started working more and they were at daycare 5 days a week instead of 2 or 3. Again, they seem to have adjusted fine.

I probably didn’t get them their vaccinations right on schedule, but that’s what Kindergarten check ups are for right?! Get ’em all up to speed! Macy, at 5, still puts most things in her mouth and when you live on a farm…that gives you some pretty good coverage.

I let them play in the mud

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I worry about them not eating enough fruits and vegetables (as I dole out Mcnuggets)

I don’t give band aids unless there’s blood. Ice packs, however, can be put on anything.

I let them wander through the barn by themselves with 700-1000 lbs animals lumbering around.

I get nervous about letting them be out in the barn with 700-1000 lbs animals lumbering around

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I bought bike helmets…they don’t wear them…But like a “good mom” i bought them 😉

We don’t use the word “hate”

Other colorful 4 letter words have been spoken though…in correct context. I will take full blame for that.

Brent and I argue in front of them some…They haven’t expressed any feelings of fear towards this. Usually I hear, “MOM, stop yelling at dad, he works really hard for our family and you should love him!” Geee, I wonder who’s a daddy’s girl.

“DAD, you should really put your own clothes away like mom does.” AAAAAAND we’re back on track.

I’m only 6 years into my adventure and so far, I’m having a blast! Not everyday, but most days. We’re happier more than we’re sad. There’s more laughter than there is yelling, there’s more clothes than I know what to do with, and I am supported by Brent’s family and mine which is priceless.

I was a surprise to my mom too. She is no stranger to hard work and sacrifice so I can’t think of anyone else better to emulate. I joke about turning into my mother…a girl’s worst nightmare right?! It wouldn’t be such a horrible thing if I did.
I hope my girls can say the same one day.

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Enjoy your families this Mother’s Day.

Christmas lesson from Momma

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My mom sent me an e-mail today that has struck a chord…the woman e-mails me constantly because she refuses to add texting to her phone plan…I guess having my 17 year old brother still on their plan has something to do with it. Ugh mom! 🙂
The subject line says “its no fun judging people anymore…damn.” I was a bit confused, obviously, but the following message cleared it all up. Oh I get it…you’re being sarcastic!!! HA, you wonder why I’m so good at it…here’s the message…

A letter written as though from Jesus’ perspective about Christmas–

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season.
How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don’t care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn’t allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santas and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn’t be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was my father who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15:1-8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is My wish list. Choose something from it:

1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.

2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don’t have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.

3. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can’t afford and they don’t need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.

4 Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.

5. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don’t know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.

6. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word.

7. Here’s a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no “Christmas” tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don’t know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity and they will make the delivery for you.

8. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don’t do things in secret that you wouldn’t do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of Mine.

Don’t forget; I am Lord and can take care of Myself. Just love Me. I’ll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I’ll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember.
My Love,
Jesus

I just had the conversation with my husband that I really didn’t want to get the kids a lot this year. Mostly because I am SICK and TIRED of picking up Barbie shoes, My Little Pony crap, mounds of dress up clothes, and keeping track of all the plastic food and dishes. Oh of course they help me but lets be honest, at 4 and 5 they’re more likely to sit and play with the shit than they are to put it away.

Story of my life 😉

SO…the plan for this Christmas…encourage them to think of others, teach them to be thankful for all that they DO have, and empower them to be the best little people they can be because at the end of the day thats all that matters. Keep love, empathy, and forgiveness in their hearts along with courage, peace, and thoughtfulness.

And to teach these things I have to take them on myself. And thats sometimes the hardest part.
Happy Wednesday everyone!!

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Sunday Funday

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OK, so about 4 year olds…does anyone want an extra one!!??
For the most part I’m a huge fan of mine, but today she is NOT my favorite.
I’m assuming I’m not the only one to ever feel this way and if I am…well, I’ll send you my address so i can receive my “Mother of the Year” award 😉

Macy, like a lot of other 4 year olds, is figuring out her world using one key method…making mistakes. How else do you learn? Well, I’d like her to learn by simply listening to me and her dad and taking our word for it. She, on the other hand, has her own plans. I absolutely love her for this, but often times I am frustrated having to constantly remind her of right and wrong.

Today she decided to spread lotion all over her pillow, her bed, her sister’s bed, on books, on books in the closet, and on tons of clothes. What on earth was she thinking? She of course could not answer this question, so I counted backwards from 10…twice…and took a deep breath and said, “guess what Macy…your Sunday Funday just ended…grab a laundry basket and start loading it up!” She now has done 2 loads of laundry by herself and she will continue to work at this all afternoon. She is now telling me she is tired and is very sorry for what she did. “Thank you, Macy, for the apology and if you are tired then you can go to bed…its either work or bed. You pick” She started picking up Barbies.

Does anyone else have a 4 year old who insists on learning things the hard way?! What has been the most difficult lesson to teach?!

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The trouble with girls, is nobody loves trouble as much as me!

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Recently I was in on a conversation about female hormones with some of my Twitter friends.  For more laughs you can follow @ezweber @heibri @greystone_farm @FunWithBulls @Zweberfarms & @GrassHapy99 @JPlovesCOTTON among others! The chat first started about hormones in milk.  Then it moved to the fact that females have RAGING hormones that make us do things that are unthinkable! 

We women always get a bad rap about our genetic make-up and men get to laugh about it.  My brother-in-law has a wonderful nickname for me…he calls me “The Devil.”  He has seen my hormones a few times come out in not-so-tasteful ways usually aimed at my “underserving” husband.  Now, anytime I exhibit even the slightest change in mood, my husband says, “Devil..put the horns away.” and he proceeds to pat my head in order to push them back in!   In my world, this is just as stupid as asking me, “Are you PMS’ing?”

Lucky for him we have two girls and I’m asking for more!!!! LOLOLOL!!!!! Crazy right?!

Kaylee, the oldest came home from Pre-School the other day and we went grocery shopping for things for dinner.  We also picked up ingredients to make cookies!  Later that day we went to pick up our youngest, Macy, from daycare.  I told Macy that Kaylee and I had gotten things to make cookies and that we could all make them together after dinner.  This is what I hear from the backseat…Kaylee-“I am NOT making cookies if SHE’S gonna be there.”  Excuuuuuuuuse me!  “Well, Kaylee, maybe you can help dad put the shoe rack together?!”  “NO, I will make the cookies, and SHE can help dad.”  Well then…miss thing…I guess we’re not gonna make this a mommy daughters bonding moment.  Poor Macy was sitting in the backseat looking at Kaylee probably thinking, “What just crawled up your butt and died!  Jeeeeeeez!” 

Sisterly love is spread on thick in our house.

Me and my two little women

  80% of the time they are best friends…the rest of the time…”spawn of the Devil”  Of course…again…its all my fault! 

I will end with a kick a** recipe that is full of hormone curing ingredients…I made it by myself without the help of my already sassy daughters.  The only thing I ask of my husband…a house with more than one bathroom BEFORE they reach puberty…I have high likelyhood of this happening!

 

Charlie Brown Pie

1/2 cup beanut butter

1/4 cup butter

Melt peanut butter and butter and then add

2 cups of crushed grahm crackers

1/3 cup sugar

put into 9X13 pan and pat down for the crust.  Let it cool

1 box of Chocolate pudding-THE BIG BOX!!! 6oz

mix pudding with 3 1/2 cups cold milk

let stand in fridge for about an hour.

Spread over grahm cracker crust.

Let stand for another hour or so and add

1 container Cool Whip to the top!

Enjoy!!!!!!

This pan has been in the fridge less than 24 hours and it is 2/3 gone! WINNER!

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