WALLS! We have WALLS! Well, some of them. They are still working on it right this minute. But man is it cool to see some walls up there. It actually looks like a house now,… More
Quick quiz. No cheating. What color are your door hinges?
If you can answer that instantly without looking, you are my hero. I can honestly say that never, ever in my life have I given any of my attention to the color of a door hinge. I seriously had never considered that there were even multiple colors of door hinges out there. But there are. And when you’re building a house you have to pick out your door hinge colors. Also the number of lines in windows. Never paid attention to the different options there, either. Oh, and when you build a house you should know what kind of front door you want to have. Who knew?!
MyFarmer and I went to the booming metropolis of Bowling Green on Monday to pick out our roof, windows, front door, interior doors, door hinges, door knobs, trim, the trim around the windows that has a fancy name, and a bunch of other stuff that I can’t even remember. (We had no idea… we seriously thought we were going to pick out windows and the roof. Whoops.) Before we could pick the roof and window colors out we had to decide what color the actual house was going to be. The two color options we had it narrowed down to were a buckskin color with brown trim and brown windows or a medium gray color with white trim and white windows. As soon as the window guy told us that brown windows are “considerably” more expensive than white windows all of our house color questions were answered.
Y’all we gonna have a gray house with white trim.
We honestly had a BLAST picking all the stuff out. Drew and I are both so “basic” that we just really don’t WANT anything extra and extravagant. Literally everything that we liked the best ended up being at or under what we had budgeted for. #winning. Our new BFF/sales guy was so helpful and fun and was totally cracking up at MyFarmer and I’s complete lack of previous research up to this point. But that’s how we roll. When I apologized for being so unprepared he laughed and said, “You are seriously my favorite female customer this year. You’re the only one that hasn’t pulled out your phone and said, ‘Let me show you what I saw on Pinterest!'” I don’t have Pinterest. In fact I just had to google how to spell Pinterest. That’s the level I’m at. MyFarmer and I just know what we like, go with our gut, and roll on. We had all of that stuff picked out in less than an hour and a half and I promised him that I will not change my mind. I intend to keep that promise.
Next step: picking out lighting and plumbing fixtures. Hopefully the salesperson for those locations are as cool as the door and window guy. They have to have a good sense of humor to deal with us. HA! And no, we have no idea what we want for that stuff either, but we are trying to get everything possible picked out before harvest and Ruby Branch season completely takes over our lives.
Another fun thing MyFarmer and I did the last couple weeks was drive the tri-county area and look at houses with the type of siding we are doing. (Vinyl Board and Batten). We only know of 4 in our area so we spent a considerable amount of time road-tripping. Luckily MyFarmer is my favorite person to get lost in the middle of Logan county with. Also, if you are one of the 4 families that have those houses, I’m sorry for creepily doing picture drive-bys of your house. I promise we are harmless.
We had a couple of MUCH needed rains over the past week, so they didn’t get a whole lot done on the house due to the mud for a couple of days. But they are now laying the block for the non-basement side of the house. Things are moving along!
3 weeks down… a considerable number of weeks to go!
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but the more the house gets dug out, the smaller it looks. HA! It’s such a strange optical illusion. MyFarmer and I often find ourselves standing in the middle of “rooms” to remind ourselves that we aren’t building a crackerjack box. We are very well aware that when you put walls up it will all the sudden grow – it’s just hilarious right now! It’s also strange how different everything looks with all of the dirt work they have done. We want the house to go at the same angle as the creek, and it is, but because of the dirt it looks completely strait. That probably doesn’t make sense to you so you just have to trust me on this one. I’m sure once all the dirt is flattened out it will look the way we want it to.
The basement is completely poured, as are the footers for the rest of the house and the front porch and back patio. I think I’m going to call the back patio a lanai because that’s what the Golden Girls called their back patio, and if it’s good enough for the Golden Girls it’s good enough for me. Granted, people in Kentucky don’t call back porches lanai’s, but they also don’t call a farm with 4 cows and two horses a ranch, so to heck with tradition. I’m going to have a ranch house with a lanai in Kentucky because that’s Ree Drummond and Sophia Petrillo would want me to have.
I still don’t know what will be happening next because I still haven’t talked to any of the guys… I’m just staying out of their way!
MyFarmer has decided we need to pick out siding this week. Pray for us.
Until next week,
It’s officially official. We have a big hole in the ground!
There was much debate as to whether our #littlehouseontheranch would have a basement or not. I was on team full basement with a walkout, MyFarmer was on team no basement. So we met in the middle, 1/2 basement, no walkout because marriage is about compromise… and concrete is expensive. In the end we truly needed it for storage. The house is going to have an upstairs loft that’s open to the living room/kitchen, so that won’t leave much room for attic space. The basement will also be a perfect annoying cat storage(looking at you, Zazzles) and anti-tornado facility. Both of those are much needed.
The only slight mishap thus far was digging up and breaking the water line that runs down to the horse barn. Luckily they were able to get it fixed fairly quickly and the horses never ran out of water.
We are now getting to “decision mode” so we are trying to line up where we need to go to look at siding, roofing, etc. The only thing we really know for 100% sure is that we are going to have custom barn wood kitchen cabinets made from a barn that was on MyFarmers great uncles farm. We are super excited to see those when they are done!
I’d tell you what they are doing next… but I honestly have no clue. I have yet to be at the farm when the guys are working to ask them. But I keep seeing progress every day when I do get there, so I think I’ll just stay out of their way!
Now’s the time that I ask for your opinions: What brands of appliances do you love and hate and why? We need to know! Seriously, we have no clue what we’re doing here.
If you are a carb-a-phobe, I’m going to ask you to calmly, but quickly, look away. This is not something you’ll be interested in and you’ll probably think less of me as a person. But, if you’re like me and carbs are friends, please continue to scroll.
I’m obsessed with those quick Facebook cooking videos. The only problem is that when I watch the videos I only remember bits and pieces of what the actual recipe was, and then I can’t ever seem to find the video again. This can be an issue when I go to re-create those recipes. I often try to replicate, sometimes I’m successful, other times… well, not so much. But let me tell you. I was successful on this one. Holy Moly it is delicious. Trust me.
What you’ll need for Farmers Market Corn Pasta:
- Pasta of your choice(I used spaghetti noodles “made with veggies” because, healthy)
- Cherry or grape tomatoes
- Garlic(3 cloves)
- Dry white wine or chicken stock/broth(about 1/2 cup)
- Fresh sweet corn cut off the cob (from Ruby Branch Farms, duh) (4 ears)
- Fresh herbs (I used basil and parsley)
- Fresh Parmesan
- Olive Oil
The vast majority of the ingredients are things you probably have in your pantry already! Anything fresh can be picked up at the farmers market this time of year, so that makes this recipe even better!
Start off by heating up your saucepan with a couple of tablespoons of olive oil and throw in your cherry tomatoes. I used about 3/4 of the pint. Throw a little salt and pepper on them because it’s fun. Cook the tomatoes in the pan until they start to get plump and the skins begin to loosen up.
Add your finely diced onion and minced garlic to the tomatoes and cook them down until the onions are soft and translucent. By this time your tomatoes should be starting to burst.
Add about 1/2 cup of the liquid of your choice. I used chicken broth because I don’t generally have dry white wine in the house. I’m more of a Boone’s Farm kind of gal, if you know what I mean. Mince up some parsley and throw it in the pan, along with a little more salt and pepper.
When the liquid reduces by half, add your corn and let all of it get married in the pan. (At this point I did add a little bit of dry Italian seasoning and some garlic powder. I’m not certain it’s necessary, but it didn’t hurt either!)
After about 2 minutes, add your cooked and drained pasta to your saucepan and coat all of the noodles.
Serve your pasta up in a big plate or bowl, top with some parmesan shavings and chopped parsley and basil.
It’s fresh, delicious, easy, and full of farmers market flavors!
If you are a fan of spicing things up a bit, throw some red pepper flakes in with the liquid. Or a couple dashes of hot sauce, if you’re into that kind of thing. You could also eaisly sub out the spaghetti noodles for zuchini noodles! I actually think that would be quite tasty.
Y’all, this has been a long spring and summer. It seems like we have been busier than ever on the farm, at our jobs, and just in life. The weather has been a bizarre mix of monsoon, scorching heat, then dry and crispy. It’s made for a weird first half of the year. Along with all the “normal” life we have had some issues with getting deeds and permits to get our #LittleHouseOnTheRanch project moving forward. Praise the Lord we *hopefully* have all of those problems behind us and we are full speed ahead! The only preliminary thing left is to close on our construction loan in a couple of days… surely that won’t be too dramatic. Other than the fact that I’m going to be sobbing in despair over signing our lives away. I really married into the wrong occupation for being terrified of debt. HA!
We mapped out the house location and put the little flags out last night. Our house is going to be a little over 1,800 square feet and let me tell you something; in the middle of a 70ish acre farm with two shops that are well over 5,500 square feet, that looks like a tiny little rectangle on the ground. For a second I really thought if I were to lay down in the middle like a star fish I could touch all the corners. But I can’t. And I have some really long arms. A whole house is going to fit in there. I’m certain of it.
They are going to start digging our basement TOMORROW! It’s about to get real! I can’t believe it’s actually happening. There’s been so much build-up and let-down over this project thus far that MyFarmer and I are at the point of “Let’s just get this crap over with.” Although I am pretty excited to blog out the whole process, and it will be neat to look back over everything that happens once it’s all done!
This photo is how I know Glenn is going to be a trooper through our building process. We got all the flags set and I forgot to take a picture. I mean, this is important stuff, it needs to be documented! Without hesitation he picked his tape back up again and posed beautifully for this life-altering photo. Bless him.
Friends, I’m so looking forward to sharing this #littlehouseontheranch adventure with you all! I think we are going to have a whole lot of fun!
Stay tuned – a picture of a backhoe coming soon!
You know how they say that humans go “back to diapers” in their old age? It’s so true! (Some) old people go back to having the mind of a toddler. Well, Mr. Theodore Bearhug, my resident geriatric horse, has 100% proven to me that he has decided to go back to his toddler ways.
The last 5 years or so I’ve noticed that his give-a-damn has been slightly busted. In his younger days (you know, early twenties) he was this sweet old horse that anyone could ride. He has now been retired from riding completely, even little kids, because all he wants to do is prance around and be a turd. But you know what, he’s 31 and he has probably given about 1,873,024 pony rides in his life. If he wants to be done with the pony ride life, I don’t blame him.
It’s not just the riding part, he also sometimes “forgets” how to lead, and just in general decides what he’s going to be doing and when he is going to be doing it. Granted, I can take the blame for a large majority of this… After he hit the age of 26 I pretty much quit reprimanding him for anything. I figured once he got to that age he deserved to live out his life as he pleased.
But last nights shit show really took the cake and proved to me that Theodore has in fact “gone back to diapers” and is trying to give me a heart attack.
The farrier was coming to my place, so I got both horses caught and took up to the shop where they get shod. The flies were HORRIBLE and it was approximately 1,927 degrees in the shade, so I decided to give them a bath really quick, in hopes that they would be dry by the time the farrier got there.
WELL, I was starting to hose Alvin off and I left Theodore loose to graze around in the grass. Out of the corner of my eye I see Theodore make a b-line at a fast walk into the shop and over to a yellow bucket of used oil. When he reached his destination he dunked his face straight into that bucket. There was no hesitation, no sniffing around, just a very purposeful plunge into that oil, up past the nostrils. Of course I go into panic mode, drop Alvin’s lead rope and go grab Theodore up. I start spraying his face, up his nose, in his mouth, just trying to get all of this oil off and out of him before he can get too much of it ingested. His teeth, nose, lips, everything was black.
Sometime during this escapade, Alvin, who is a giant sissy/worry wort, thought that HE might be in trouble too, so he took off towards the pasture. Now I have a horse running off that thanks to all the corn around I can’t see where he’s going, a horse with oil all over his face that’s screaming for his missing friend and is running around me, I’ve got a hose and a bottle of VO5 trying to get all this oil off of him, and any oil that is coming off of him is going straight onto me and my glasses. So here I am, soaked in water/oil, blind because my glasses are covered, I have no idea where my other horse is, and my farrier is going to arrive at any moment. Just another day at my funny farm!
Thankfully, everyone was captured, bathed, calmed down, and alive when the farrier did get there. The ponies got their pedicures and we all lived happily ever after… except for my poor glasses. I have washed 3 times and they still have a little bit of greasy residue on the lenses. Seeing clearly is overrated, right?
All I can say at this point is T.G.I.to the F. For realz.
Have a great weekend!
I don’t know where I heard it, probably in some ridiculous Lifetime movie my mom forced us to watch, but for some reason it has always stuck with me: Life is just a series of firsts. First breath, first tooth, first day of school, first day of college, first love, first day of your first job, first house, etc. etc. Most of the time when we think of “firsts” they are good. But then sometimes we come across some firsts that pretty much suck. First heart break, first loss of a loved one, first broken bone, first wreck, and so on.
I’ve had a lot of really wonderful firsts with my sweet Theodore Bearhug. Catching the first steer I ever roped on him, first day of college, first college rodeo, first check in team roping, first rodeo short go, I could go on and on. He’s been with me since before MyFarmer, a full 10 years now. My parents bought him for me the summer between high school and college so the old boy and I have been through a whoooole lot of life and (me) growing up together. He’s been my faithful companion through it all, even when I didn’t deserve his love, and he has always been the sweet boy that puts a smile on my face. Sure, we have had some times that weren’t so good… like the time he tried to cut his leg off on a fence and that other time when he tore his suspensory ligament, but he came back from both of those injuries better than ever and went on to compete again.
He’s so adorable that it hurts.
I had yet another first with my sweet Theodore last week. And it was an AWFUL first. He is 31 years old this year, which is quite old for a horse, but I’m not really accepting his age well. I can see the changes in him, but I refuse to let myself feel them, until they come and hit me like a ton of bricks.
That day was the first time Theodore has gotten down to roll and wasn’t able to get back up on his own. And it was heartbreaking. Thankfully I was at the barn and saw him standing before I saw him struggling, so I knew he hadn’t been down for long. Also very luckily MyFarmer was planting sweet corn really close by so he was able to help in a hurry. When I got to Theo he had been trying to get up and had physically wore himself out. He just layed there with his head on the ground while I petted him and let him catch his breath… while I held mine.
Once MyFarmer got to us we were able to push his front end up and hold him there until he was able to get his back end under himself. Once he was up he went right back to grazing like nothing happened. MyFarmer looked at me and said: “Don’t you start crying now. He’s okay.” And with those seven words the water works began. Tears that he was fine, and tears that he’s not fine. He is THIRTY ONE years old. And there is NOTHING I can do about it. No amount of love, attention, nutrition, therapy, can slow down time. And that sucks. But it also served as a reminder to truly cherish the time I’ve got left with him, until I have to endure the very last first we’ll ever have. The first day without him.
Some people are reading this and it totally get it. They know the love a person can have for an animal and how much it hurts having to watch them age or lose them. Other people will think to themselves, “He’s just a horse. Get over it.” And that’s fine too. It’s impossible to explain the love between a girl a her horse, but trust me, it is a force to be reckoned with.
P.S. I feel like I need to add this in:
A few days later I got to witness another first for my Theodore… but this one was precious. MyFarmer (a self proclaimed “horse hater” *eyeroll*) came down to the horse barn to talk to me and was standing next to Theo’s pen. Theodore got this mischievous look on his face and reached over the panels to playfully nuzzle on MyFarmer. He started at his hip and worked his way up to his face. If a horse can smile, Theodore most certainly was, as was MyFarmer. My heart almost exploded in that moment. That little show of affection between my two favorite 31 year old’s in the world will forever be engraved in my brain. ❤