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The Living Without Series

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Pie in Oklahoma

We’re going to Ree’s house!  This is the face Ellen gets when we go to Oklahoma to visit the Lodge and it stays like that until we leave.  We’ve visited Ree a few times this year each time we have a better time than the last.  Our family went out for a fun weekend in March and then we went with a group of friends in May and then this time which was very unexpected.

A couple weeks ago Ree, you know…The Pioneer Woman?  She emailed me and asked if I knew a lady from Oregon named Pam and if so, Pam asked if I could bring Ellen and come out during the pie workshop that Pam was teaching at the Lodge.  I was so excited!  I have known Pam online for years, but I never dreamed that I would get the chance to meet her in person and at the lodge!  So I casually responded, “Yeah, I know her, what of it?”  and, “Let me check my schedule.”  and, “Maybe, we’ll see what I can do, no promises.”

Then I screamed, “HELL YES!”

We had a heck of a storm Thursday night before we left that knocked out our power, so when I woke up Friday morning to pack for the trip there was no taking a shower because when the power is out, the well pump is out too.  Ellen and I pulled our hair back and dressed casually for the trip hoping we wouldn’t offend anyone with our ripeness.

This is me greeting Pam in the flesh.   Her first words to me were, “You’re not that tall.  I was expecting you to be a GIANT!”

I knew right then we would get along just fine.  She had been working hard prepping everything for the pie workshop.  Ellen and I jumped in and started peeling apples and washing dishes.  You should know that pretty much all the photos of me from the weekend look like this, the mouth is always running whether it’s laughing or talking.

This is Katie and little Evan.  Katie is Pam’s oldest daughter, she’s expecting her 3rd baby in about a month….no really, she’s pregnant, I swear that’s not a beach ball shoved under her shirt.  She is going to shoot me for posting this picture, but I think she’s just so cute that I had to.  I never looked that cute when I was pregnant.  I just looked like a large square person with an enormous butt.

Yes that’s a hole in the back of my shirt, my hair sticking out of a stained ball cap and a rubber band around my wrist.  I went all out to impress folks that day.

 

Ree and Paige came down with dinner and then we all went down to Josh’s house to ride horses.  I made Paige point to the poop stain on the back of the seat.  Yes, Paige drove us.  Speaking of poop,  Ree stayed at the Lodge and babysat little Evan so Katie could come with us to watch the horse riding, but she decided not to ride since she wasn’t too sure she was ready to give birth that day.  Little Evan had a massive blow out in his diaper that Ree got to change and she said, “I think he feels better, I know I feel better for him.”  Katie was rather pleased and thankful to have missed it.

This is my Ellen and Pam’s youngest daughter, Alyssa.  They were a bit stoked about getting to ride horses and they were both hoping that two strapping young cowboys would mosey across their paths while they were in Oklahoma.  They both have recently read Ree’s book “Black Heels to Tractor Wheels” which has skewed their reality on romance entirely.  To say these girls became fast friends would be an understatement.  We’ll get back to them later.  Just know, they are not as innocent as they look.

Josh had three horses saddled to ride.  Did you know that Josh trains all the horses on the ranch?  He does.  Did you know that all the horses used on the ranch are born on the ranch?  They are.  Josh rides horses nearly everyday and not just one horse, he rides several horses each day to make sure they all stay in shape and are well trained to do their jobs.  All of  his horses are in various stages of training, some are younger, some are older.  He knows all their personalities, when they were born (without looking at the brand on their butt that tells the year) and how well they’re trained.  He uses different horses depending on what he’s doing on the ranch.  Some of the horses will work harder, some separate cattle better, some have more endurance, some are more stubborn and on and on.  He saddled these three because he had already ridden them earlier and knew they wouldn’t be anxious to run or work.  Josh matches the ability of the rider with the horse.  He wasn’t sure who was coming down to ride, so he picked horses that wouldn’t mind having an inexperienced rider on them.  He also puts everyone in the ring so he doesn’t have to worry about horses running off across the prairie.  The last time we visited the ranch Ellen may have had a little incident with a horse named Might Mouse that decided to sprint toward a pond…I’m just sayin’.  And Josh may have had ten thousand heart attacks when he saw her and that horse flying across the field….I’m just sayin’, that might have happened.

Anyway, when Josh saw Ellen and I he said, “Hey!  I didn’t know you were comin’!  We’re riding in the ring for sure, you scared the #%*! out of me last time!”

Poor Josh, stuck with all these women.  He tolerates it well.

And doesn’t he wear cool boots?

Every time I see Josh he has a new dog, that little blob of blond hair behind him is Maggie.  She’s a very fat Golden Retriever that Josh found dumped on the side of the road.  He’s been nursing her back to health, but swears he doesn’t need another dog.  While we were there I never saw that dog leave Josh’s side and I saw him treat a wound on her and give her a bath and brag that she’s lost some weight.  I don’t see Maggie going anywhere anytime soon.

Josh, Paige, Katie and I sat up on the observation deck and watched the riders.  Actually, Josh, Katie and I watched the riders, Paige picked on Josh.

 

 

“Paige….you better watch it.”

 

The pestering continued.  Paige took my camera to document her handiwork.  She was cracking me up with stinker skills.

“Josh, I think you have some trash on your hat.”

Josh took it as long as he could.  Then he threw Paige into the riding ring and buried her in the sand.  I’m kidding, he just flung her around and then sat on her and made her say, “I eat dog poop” and “Uncle” all with a giant smile on his face.  She got him back later though, I’m certain they will continue to pick on each other for the next 40 years.

Josh hopped on one of the horses to show off for a bit.  He can make those horses spin and stop on a dime.  They back up effortlessly for him.  Watching Josh on a horse is amazing.

I also took a turn showing off my horse skills.  As you can see, I can do all kinds of amazing things like making my horse turn his head to the left.  I can also make all my butt fat slide up on my back in order to fit in the saddle.  Nothing like a butt shot to make it clear that I’m not done dieting.  Geez.

More about the pie weekend later.

Broken Foot goes to the zoo.

Look!  I’m finally writing about our St. Louis trip.  I tell you what, we packed a week worth of events into two days and I still feel like I’m recovering.  But, it could be that I just got back from my high school reunion then went straight to celebrating my wedding anniversary and have slept maybe 9 hours in four days.

You might recognize the two people in the photo as our good friends Bryan and Melanie who have come to visit Coal Creek Farm many times.  We stayed at their house which is a good 40 minutes from the city.  The first day we were in town Bryan took Clay and four of the children into St. Louis to drop Clay off at his old office to have lunch with his buddies then Byran and the kids were going to meet Melanie, the other two kids, and I at the zoo.

Getting Melanie out of the house is like asking an elephant to crawl through a keyhole.  I know people that are late, but Melanie isn’t so late as she’s complicated.  She will need to repaint her toenails the very second you put your hand on the door to leave or she’ll need to repack her purse or grab twenty-five gadgets that she will surely need, she’ll need to read a book, send an email, make a phone call, comb her daughter’s hair, shave, changer her outfit, paint the house, clean the bathroom, eat a sandwich, trim a tree, organize the Tupperware drawer….you get the idea, right?  She rarely leaves anything behind, when she packs she has EVERYTHING, which is great when you’re with her, because if you need gum or a tissue, which I always do, she has got you covered and probably by the case load.  Thank God in Heaven she is the sweetest, most charming, adorable person, otherwise she might irritate me.

Back to my story.  I am in the car with the kids waiting for Melanie, because she had to run back into the house to get something.  I knew the second she stepped back into the house I wouldn’t see her for a while, so I grabbed a church directory off her dashboard…what?  You don’t have a church directory or two in your car just in case?  Anyway, I grabbed the directory to read through the names to see who was new to the church we used to attend.  Minutes passed and I wasn’t concerned because it’s Melanie.  I think I got to the letter T in the directory when Melanie opened the car door and plopped herself in the driver’s seat huffing and puffing, “I hurt my foot.”  She said wincing in pain.  “I looked at her foot and saw a huge bump bulging on the side of her foot, “Oh, my gosh!  Melanie! What do you want to do?”

I asked her if she wanted me to drive, but she wanted to drive to keep herself distracted from the pain.  After writing that I realize how stupid that sounds.

We were finally on our way and Melanie told me that as she ran into the house she kicked her flip flops off and caught her toe in one of them, tripped and landing on the floor with her foot making a loud popping sound.  When she looked at her foot all she could see was it twisted awkwardly.  She laid on the floor in agony wondering how she was ever going to get off the floor and extremely worried about how mad I was going to be at her for taking so long.  I loved how she was concerned about pissing me off, that made me feel like a really great friend.

 

We made it to the zoo and spent exactly 45 minutes there.  It was a scorching, humid summer day in St. Louis and the zoo was HOT!  Except for the penguin and puffin exhibit which is FREEZING and smells like fish.  Everybody at the zoo wants to be in there when it’s hot outside.  Bryan rented a wheelchair for Melanie, which was the only way she was going to be able to move, her foot kept getting more and more swollen and turning black and blue.

The zoo has cooling stations located throughout that spit out a mist of cool water for the visitors to get relief from the heat.  But, we were done and Melanie needed to get her youngest to a birthday party.  I took my kids and Melanie’s daughter to eat lunch and then we headed to Clay’s old office to retrieve him.

That’s afternoon we had been invited to another friend’s house to swim and have dinner.  I told her I would stop by a bakery to get dessert.

Federhofer’s was the bakery that I used when we lived in St. Louis if I wanted to pick up something special.  They have the best little butter cookies, petit fours, breads, cakes and if you like them, gooey butter cakes.  I personally never cared for the St. Louis traditional gooey butter cakes.  People rave over them, but I think they taste like an undercooked cake.  Which apparently is how they came about, a baker used the wrong measurements but sold the messed up cakes anyway and wah-la people loved it.  I think they’re gross.  I spent 9 years living in St. Louis having to eat them because everyone thinks it’s the best dessert to serve to company or take to a potluck.  I would just eat the edge piece which was more cooked.

More to come about our St. Louis visit….

The Birthday Saga Part IX ~The Critics Review

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I knew Clay wasn’t feeling 100%, but he’s not much of a complainer when he doesn’t feel well.  I can usually tell that he doesn’t feel good by his face, which is why I had asked him earlier in the day how he was feeling.  Now as we sat around the dinner table I saw him quietly fading.  Just as I was going to ask him if he was okay he announced, “I’m just going to get a little fresh air.”  I knew by that statement that he was either going to go puke his guts out or he really was going to go outside and try to get some air to clear his head and or stomach.

Several times that evening Melanie tried to take a good photo of Clay and Bryan.  This was the expression Clay gave Melanie when she asked him to smile.  Let’s get a closer look at that healthy glow he’s got going.

Oh, poor Clay.  He was such a trooper all day.  He’d been running around town, dropping off kids, picking up kids, dropping envelopes in the hands of people to deliver to me, cleaning out my van, cleaning the house (yes, he cleaned the house!!!), texting me sweet messages, making sure our children were fed and cared for during the evening, buying a new shirt, arranging my bags to be packed, and the whole time he had been running a fever and popping Ibuprofen.

We have had a very good time looking at this photo and recalling how close to death he appeared and laughing about it.

He thought that a nice meal would make him feel better.  But, lo…he was mistaken.  He got about five bites into his glorious steak and knew if he didn’t evacuate the premises that he would be sharing those five bites with all of us and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

He actually did go outside the restaurant and attempted to get his nausea in check. It was a windy spring evening and the temperature was hovering in the lower 70′s.  That was just brisk enough for him to start shivering uncontrollably.  He gracefully made his way back through the restaurant, handed me his debit card to pay for dinner and said, “I’m not feeling so good.  You guys take your time, I’m just going to go relax in the van for a bit.”

The three of us looked at each other and then Bryan solemnly said, “I think we have a bad affect on you two.”  Last year when they came to visit we ate at a seafood restaurant and I spent the rest of the night revisiting my meal in the bathroom.  I’ve never experienced anything quite like that little bout of food poisoning.  During that same visit, Bryan, Melanie and I were all chatting away in the living room when Clay got up and quietly went upstairs.  We all thought he had gone to the bathroom, but instead he went to bed.  Bryan has never let him forget about it, he desperately wants to do the same thing to Clay, but he’s usually the one talking and he loves to be involved in the conversation, so it will never happen for Bryan.  Clay just figured he wouldn’t interrupt our chattering and decided it was his bedtime.

Clay made his way to our van which was parked at least a 5 minuted walk away from the restaurant.

Back in the restaurant I said, “Well, sorry guys but we should probably get back home so Clay can get some rest.”  Bryan looked at me and said, “I think you have another surprise.”

“What?”

How could there be anymore surprises?

 

….to be continued!  Oh, for crying out loud when will it end?