Thursday, July 31, 2008
Where to start, lets start with our house we live in a turn of the century farmhouse that is HUGE
6-maybe 7 bedrooms 2 baths, and It runs us ragged keeping up with it. The place was a Land grant to my wifes Great Great Grandpa, we have the original document signed by the Secretary of war Edwin M. Stanton for service to the Union Army. Her Family has been on the property since 1858. I have always lived Rural...I don't think I could live in a town, I enjoy the sound of the creek running through the yard and the Coyotes howling, the Great horned Owls and the short eared owls talking at night. My water comes off the hill from a spring. 88 feet of drop to the house ( anyone who can calculate the head pressure gets a Atta boy or girl) and it tastes just fine I enjoy the fact that if I chose to I can step out my front door and Pee in the grass and ....so what. If someone comes to the house I don't know I step out on the porch to greet them, usually there is a pistol in the small of my back and my hand on it, I am not paranoid, its just that Its a long roll for the Sheriff to my casa, there is a good chance that if I know you there is still a pistol on my person somewhere, and I don't care what the caliber is as long as it starts with a 4. We have 4 dogs, Thug is the biggest and most socially unacceptable, the UPS man came the other day to deliver my nieces new lariat and Thug scared him off, Molly is the Pretty one, Harley is the crafty on and Willow is the smallest. We raise hay and have horses, we garden and hunt, I have been without power to the house for 14 days(one Hell of a Ice storm in the Willamette), I just deal with it. None of this is a rant its just a fact and I would n0t change any of it anyhow.
I want you all to have a Stellar weekend I will be getting ready for my baby Sister to come down and visit and raise hell with me
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
it went from this
It doesnt look like a lot but My hand loves it, no more hammer bite (No biting Hammer) and he worked on the trigger a tiny bit its a lovely thing. Ah yes Shooty goodness
then Saturday it was on to the back hoe and digging and install the frost free hydrant so I could water the horses (they like that) then beer
then Sunday I tried to go to the Dump but we found out it was closed after loading up the pickup so I plowed up a space in the garden and then rototilled it....I hurt this morning and I am Whining a little bit.
I manged to have made two firecalls also, One burn complaint and one MVA (motorcycle went down)
and made Venison tacos on sunday, MMMMMMMM, and drank beer
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
However, in Federal government, more advanced strategies are often employedin such situations, such as:
1. Buying a stronger whip.
2. Changing riders.
3. Appointing a committee to study the horse.
4. Visiting other countries to see how other cultures ride dead horses.
5. Lowering the standards so that dead horses can be included.
6. Reclassifying the dead horse as living-impaired.
7. Hiring outside contractors to ride the dead horse.
8. Harnessing several dead horses together to increase speed.
9. Providing additional funding and/or training to increase dead horse's performance.
10. Doing a productivity study to see if lighter riders would improve the dead horse's performance.
11. Declaring that as the dead horse does not have to be fed, it is less costly, carries lower overhead, and therefore contributes substantially more to the bottom line of the economy than do some other horses.
12. Rewriting the expected performance requirements for all horses.
And of course . . .
13. Promoting the dead horse to a management position.
Monday, July 21, 2008
I can grill in it or smoke in it, I have done Thanksgiving Turkey in it,It rocks. Its a Brinkman Pitmaster So I took the roast and I dry rubbed it with Mrs. Dash, dry mustard, Ginger, Paprika, black and white pepper, salt and sugar, then let it set for a couple of hours in the fridge. I lit a fire in the side pit and added briquets, with a even bed of coals in the side pit I tossed in some chunks of Hickory I cut this spring and but the roast in for two hours, at the end of the two hour I wraped it in tinfoil and shoveled some coals directly under it and finished it off to an internal temp. of 150 deg.
WOW it was yummy.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
It started with a 1/2 lb of tomatillos, some type of fresh chillies...I used Jalapeños, garlic cloves,
an Avocado, and some cilantro. You take the husk off of the tomatillos and cut them in half,
then peal about 8-10 garlic cloves, on the chillies it all depends on how hot you want it I cored out the jalapeño and left it whole. Take the garlic and put it on a bamboo skewer and put the jalapeño
and the tomatillos in a bowl and go and fire up your grill once it hot grill the tomatillos and the chillies and the garlic until its nice and brown. take every thing off the grill and let it cool down while you cut the avocado in half and pull the seed out and scoop all the flesh into your food processor then toss in some cilantro and the stuff you grilled and buzz it all together, salt to flavor and serve with lime chips...and cerveza, it rocks
the grilling makes the whole thing!
Friday, July 11, 2008
We never ran shifts, we would respond to the scene and if you started patient care it was kind of understood that you saw it out to the hospital. It worked for us? The two nearest Hospitals were 45 miles away but due to road conditions and seasonal influences (SNOW) it took an Hour to travel them even at a code three response. One summer day we get a call for a sick person (unknown Medical). It was a person Mrs. Fyreman went to school with. Lana Was Short and Bubbly You couldn’t help but laugh when you were around her. She had a miserable ex-husband who would cause her all sorts of grief. We get on scene and Lana Is grey, bad grey, and she coded right there in front of us, Now remember we are small town=only BLS, and we didn’t even have a lifepak. Anyway Mrs. Fyreman starts Compressions and someone else was bagging her. The Ambulance gets there we load her and Mrs. Fyreman did compressions all the way to the hospital…
I have never seen someone lose the skin from the palms of there hands from doing compressions….. Until that day.
There wasn’t a dry eye at Lana’s funeral, the community loved her and the tiny rural cemetery was crowded, Its hard to know your patients well, its hard to know that if you don’t do it ….Who will?
Epi I loved your Post it was really good, it made me think of this tale and this song
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
We volunteer annually for a local farm that has a Equestrian field trials (jumping).
All was good until the last girl went through …..she had a crash and landed on here noggin. Her helmet was intact but she couldn’t remember anything about the fall so I did C-spin and we boarded her and plopped a ice pack on her and waited for transport.
Restored the rig and went home and had a cold beer and bailed and loaded the last of the hay………yes in deed. The Garden is coming along great, I will post pics when I get some good ones.
have a great week.