Ranch Wife's Slant

Cowboys, kids, and ranch life

Author: Amy

  • Girl Jam

    No matter where a person grows up, there are always going to be associations with the summertime of his or her youth that becomes a tradition as an adult. The events may be unintentional, but earmark the season every year. One of mine is picking raspberries, as well as for many others who grew up…

  • Will Shop for Ads

    Most women don’t realize how much men love to shop because most of our shopping takes place in a store. I have yet to meet a man who isn’t crazy about browsing up and down the classifieds. Men favor a good classified section the way women patronize a particular department, grocery, or craft and hobby…

  • People Needing Direction

     On days when you need some direction, it’s always smart to consider who to ask for advice. Answers differ depending on who you approach. Truckers would probably direct you on a route that includes all the best truck stops along the way. Linemen would have you looking at power lines and substations. Foodies would send…

  • My Apologies

    I’m apologizing to you readers for my inconsistency in posting my blogs. Maybe some of you have already figured this out about me and have chosen to accept me the way I am. Did you not read my column story about the butter dish and sugar bowl (Ranch Life Suits a Gemini in the archives…

  • Amy’s Unsolved Mysteries

    Those tangled bunches of miniature-sized sunflower looking blooms (I don’t know what they’re really called) I see growing along the highway right now are a sweet little treat for my eyes every time I drive someplace. They’re also one of those unsolved mysteries that need an answer but we’ll get to that in a minute….

  • Just Leave Me in the Dark

    I’m left in the dark at our place a lot, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m comfortable there. Once my husband and I started a family, we outgrew our tiny two-bedroom home and my father in-law agreed to switch houses with us. After moving into the home where my husband grew up, the sodium yard…

  • Livin’ on the Edge

    Ranch work isn’t as life threatening as say, working on an Alaskan king crab fishing boat but the way my husband and I go about getting our work done could be considered dangerous. We’ve become somewhat desensitized to the risks we take. We put the thought of consequences we could suffer later out of our…

  • Surviving the Fair

    I survived: the projects, being the 4-H project Nazi; critiquing and scrutinizing the quality of my kids’ projects, the big push to finish due to the time crunch, and resisting requests to let them drop a project in the end. I survived getting my kids through Achievement Days! I can’t believe how much better my…

  • A Barrel Horse

    I dreamed of being a barrel racer as a kid but should’ve considered saddle bronc riding instead. I got a lot more practice in on that kind of horse event. The horses of my youth weren’t papered, fancy, or always the soundest, and they each had at least one character flaw but every family member…

  • Seein’ Stars

    The story I’ve been putting together for next week is about sodium yard lights, er, the absence thereof. I thought it was such a co-inkydink (our slang term for coincidence) that I wrote about that particular topic the same time my family and I all slept outside and watched for shooting stars organically, as in…