Jay and I ran to Casper yesterday after track.. on our way home Jay says, “do we need ⛽️ gas or something?”. I said “yessum, I thought about stopping at hat six to get gas and something to eat”. She says, “oh good, I am starving!”. I agreed. We got all of running done and headed for gas.. we go in and grab some food and something to drink.. she can’t decide what she wants to drink.. she finally settles on Stubborn.. I laughed, “very fitting”.. we blaze a trail 🏡 home.. Jay drinks about half of her Stubborn.. we are about 10 miles from the town house.. She picks up her bottle, which keep in mind does not have a screw lid on..it is a metal pull cap..my eyeball glanced down at her picking up her bottle.. she always puts the metal cap back on them.. she picks the bottle up, puts her thumb over the cap and continued to turn it upside down.. I scream “what are you doing?”. Pop pours out around the half ass lid all over the seat..she jumps and screams back “what?”. I look at her, “what? What? Wtf are you doing?? You just dumped pop all over the seat?”. She just looks at the mess and busts up 😂 laughing, “I don’t know why I did that”. I look at her bewildered “agreed..you moron..clean it up..when we get home you will need to get a wet rag and clean it up”. She dabs it with a napkin and then finger tests it to see if it is really sticky.. “trust me, no need to test it..you will clean it”, I say.. we looked at each other and busted up laughing.. so we got home and sure enough she spot cleaned with water.. I am sure there are a few sticky areas left… gotta love Stubborn..
Author: onlyinastauffworld
Magic Mike..genre please?? 😂
Sundays at the ranch are my day, my day to suck in the zen, clear my mind for the week, and just breathe. The Stauff gets this..he does a lot to make sure I get this..so today he says “why don’t you go get a long shower. I will get dishes ✅ done and everything ready to go”. I give him the old thumbs up 👍 and head to the shower. A long hot shower..thoroughly enjoying the rare moment with no kids and no dog..although the dog was sitting by the shower 🚪 door.. I get done and taking a few deep breathes when I hear Wyatt say “you will have to ask mom when she gets out of the shower”. Now.. when The Stauff is around, there is really no reason to ask me, they just ask The Stauff..my interest was indeed peaked.. I walked into the living room and said, “I heard my name?”. Wyatt says, “well, Jay was asking what the movie magic mike was about. She thought it was a horror movie”. I stopped and looked at the surroundings..jay was sitting on the couch thirty shades of red, The Stauff doing his dishes, and Wyatt with a raised eyebrow waiting for my answer. I say “um..well I guess it depends on who you ask if it was a horror movie”. I winked at Wyatt. He said “well, Dad didn’t know, so I told Jay to Google it..boy did she turn red when she read what is was about”. The Stauff still doing dishes..I said, “well it is about a bunch of male strippers”. The Stauff quit doing dishes and just stood there.. “what is it about?” He said still facing the sink.. I laughed..”a bunch of male strippers”.. Wyatt said, “yea I knew you had probably watched it, so I told Jay to ask you about it”. I looked at him mouth hanging open..”come again?? I have never watched it”. “Oh” he said “it is a kinda older movie so I just assumed you did”. The Stauff goes back to washing his dishes..I am sure a grin from ear to 👂 ear. I looked at Jay and said, “well, now that you know what magic mike is all about, do you need help brushing your hair?”. She nodded and walked into the bathroom with me.. I am brushing her hair and she says, “I still think there is a horror movie that has a Mike in the title, it just seems like it was magic Mike”. Still pondering it she was..lol..
A dogs life. How the Sydney became a Stauffer..
So this crazy ‘human’ dog came into our life about 4 years ago..2 days before Martin Luther King Day..so many people ask where did you get this dog?? So here is the story of how fate threw us together..we had a black lab named Sadie. She was the best dog ever, took a rattlesnake bite for the kids keeping them safe, never barked unless there was seriously something wrong, would ‘never’ think of jumping on our bed or sleeping on the couch..her dog pillow was just perfect. She raised the kids and was the dog that should have been cloned.. She started to get a cough that wouldn’t go away..the day before Thanksgiving we took her to the vet in an emergency visit..scans were done and lung cancer was found. The vet said she didn’t have a lot of time left, feed her well and love her the best for the few weeks she had left. So we did and it was just a few weeks before Christmas that she passed away..we were all heart broken.. I couldn’t handle not having a dog around..so I started trolling the internet looking for a 🐶 puppy. I found a coonhound/lab mix that we fell in love with on Craigslist in Cheyenne.. after going back and forth it ended up being a scam..we were bummed and I cussed the losers that posted it.. so not learning my lesson..I go back to Craigslist..I made my circle a little wider..I was looking for a hound..preferably a blue tick..I was clicking through the pictures and wahlah..here is a picture of the cutest puppy ever..a light gray and baby blue eyes.. I read the description, 8 baby Weimaraner puppies for sale. Need to go to good home..I fell in love..I had never been around a Weim..but their puppies were sure cute! I hollered at the kids “come look at these puppies” the kids fell in love too..there were pictures of all 8 puppies, with all different color collars. The owners named them by the color of their color and numbered each one as they were born. I show The Stauff and he just looked at me..”don’t you think it is too soon?” I shot him a look and said “I need a puppy”. The Stauff asked how much they were, I told him that the price wasn’t listed, just a phone number. He said that I should call and find out how much.. I grabbed the phone and called.. this guy answers the phone and I tell him that I was calling about the puppies he had. He told me all about them. Then I asked how much he was asking and he said “$800.00”. I about tipped over.. I thanked him and said that we probably couldn’t do that and hung up.. I told the kids well we wouldn’t be getting the puppy as it was too expensive.. we all moved on..about 2 hours after I had talked to the guy he calls me back. “Hey!” He says, “this is the guy that has the Weim puppies for sale, we had talked earlier?” I was like, what in the hell.. “uh huh” I say.. he goes on, “I just wanted to double check with you and see if you were sure you didn’t want one? I have a guy coming to get the last two”. I said “um, yea, I really appreciate the phone call but we really can’t afford that.besides we are just looking for a good dog for our kids”. Then I proceeded to tell him about our Sadie and what had happened to her etc. He says “well my wife and I are not looking to make money in these puppies. We put a high price on them so people who need dogs to train fight dogs wouldn’t bother..we have had a lot of people call and ask about the parents muscle structure and such and those people are up to no good. How about $600.00?”. I told him thanks but no thanks..couldn’t believe people could do such things to animals and hung up.. we eat supper and are watching tv and the phone rings. It is the same guy.. he says, “please don’t think I am weird..but the guy showed up to get the puppies, pink and purple, and I had a weird feel about the guy and I didn’t sell them.. my wife and I talked it over and we really feel one of these puppies needs to be yours. We feel that the puppy will be well taken care of and will be happy, so how about $200.00 and I will meet you half way with it?” Now this guy said he lived in Omaha..I visited with him and was like “well…um…OK!. We will take it”…We make arrangements to meet on Monday MLK day for the exchange. I run upstairs and tell the rest of the family, “WE ARE GETTING A PUPPY!!” The kids got all excited and The Stauff’s mouth fell open..I tell them all about our plan and what a ‘hell of a deal” we got..The Stauff still has his mouth hanging open.. the next day comes and the guy calls again.. “hey, I can’t meet on Monday, but I can meet today? Will that work? I can leave in about 30 mins and just start driving, we can keep in touch on the road?” I, full of excitement say, “well sure thing, let me grab my stuff and I will head out as well. I figure it would be about 6 hours”. I hung up the phone and announced to the family that plans had changed and I would be heading out directly.. I grabbed a blanket, my phone and checkbook. Smiled at everyone had headed out the door. The Stauff’s mouth still hanging open..about 2 hours into my drive, The Stauff calls..”hi there, where are you at?”. I said “um, about 40 miles from Bridgeport I think?”. He says, “I have a question for you, do you know what this guy looks like? Do you know anything about him other than you found a puppy on Craigslist and he really wants us to have this dog?” Things kinda sunk in.. I say, “um..no..I don’t.” He says, “really? You have no idea? Do you think this is safe?”. I just laughed, “yes Stauff, it is fine”.. I lost service and started to get a odd feeling in my stomach..holy shit I thought, what if this is a scam?? What if he is going to kidnap me? Kill me?? When I got service I started to google his name..I got too much stuff on his name.court appearances..owners of companies..hmm..I wonder which one it is.. about this time I get a phone call from the guy. He says I am about 2 hours from north plate”. I told him I was about to Sydney..he said “well we will be in north platte about the same time, see you then”. I think to myself..hmm he doesn’t sound like a killer? But then I thought, hmm I don’t think I ever talked to a killer before..awesome..The Stauff calls..”where you at now?”. I say “about to Sydney I think. The guy called and said we should be about two hours away”. The Stauff just sat on the phone, “you think this is crazy yet?”. I really wanted to turn around and go home at this point..but my stubbornness won. “No” I said, “it will be 👌 ok, I mean it is kinda crazy that I am meeting some random stranger for a puppy, but it will be ok”. I continued on the two hours and rolled into North Platte about 7:00 pm..I called the guy to let him know we had arrived.. he says “perfect, find a spot with no people around”. I said “ok, sure.there is a park right across from a gas station on the interstate, I will be there”. He says “perfect, I will be there in about ten mins”. I hashed a plan in my head that I would take a picture of his pickup and license plates with my phone and throw my phone in the back of the 🚙 Jeep..at least the crime scene investigators would have something to go on..I see this old pickup fly into the parking lot..the passenger door flies open and out jumps a giant dog and two little puppies. Relief flooded me, at least the puppies were real..I snap the picture and throw the phone to the back. I get out and visit with guy..the father of the puppies was with him..this dog was HUGE?. I had never been around a dog that big.. I said, “oh wow, they get that big?” He said “no, they wouldn’t as they were females”. Whew I thought. “He says “well get on the ground and play with them, see which one you like the best”. Wtf? I thought, really? So I abliged..”here puppy” then I got the story.. purple was one of the first born, so she will be more on an alpha..pink was born later so she will be somewhat easier..I was like “oh uh huh..hmm ok” I had not a frickin clue what he was talking about. So I got serious, hmm well we call Jay pink, so I take that as a sign.. I told him “I think Pink is the one” so we signed papers and I gave him the $200.00 and he gave me a puppy and papers. He said, “I would like to stay and visit but my wife is kinda pissed at me, so I need to get back”. And just as quick as he came, he left, with purple and their Dad in tow..I looked down at pink and fell in love.. away we went back our 6 hours..I stopped at Sydney and got her a dog bed to sleep 😴 in the rest of the way home. I decided Sydney was a good name for her..I got home very very late.. I was too tired to do anything.. I brought her in in her pillow and I fell into my bed. She started to whimper so I picked her up and threw her in bed with me..and she never left..little did I know..she would take over the house and all our hearts.. I cuss her daily, but don’t know what we would do without her.
Word..word.. word..
Here is a short one liner… Jay is telling Wyatt and I her day.. She says “OH! Did you 👂 hear so and so’s Family is in intentional care?”. Wyatt and I look at her.. I say, “I didn’t hear that, but that is too bad.. but In the real world it is called intensive care, not intentional care”. She looks at me and says, “but I feel bad for them”. I look at her and say, “agreed, that is scary..when it is intensive care..not intentional”. She takes a long drink of water, “well, really, same thing”. Wyatt looks at her and says “jay no one intends to go to the hospital.. like they aren’t intentionaly doing it.. sooooo”.. I fell over laughing… my English major was grinning.. wahoo Wyatt got the meaning of words..now Jay on the other hand, in jaydar world..it’s all good..🙊😂
It is a tight, not quite stacked world..
So my hump day this past week was one of those days where going back to work at 7:00 P.M. seems like the perfect thing to do..the thing that might keep my sanity..so to fully ‘get’ the story. Last Sunday we are at the ranch talking over the coming week.. the week had track meets scattered throughout and at the end.. prom..the first for Wyatt. We were going over his attire.. The Stauff says “you should get him some dark jeans 👖 to wear with his suit coat” my first thought was “oh yea, that would look great” then reason tapped my brain and said “dude..where in the hell are you going to get dark jeans by Friday”.. hmmm I thought..I grabbed my trusty iPad and away I went shopping for the perfect pair of dark jeans to be delivered in Lusk by that Friday..and then with a ray of ☀️ sunshine through the window I found THEE pair of jeans.. I have Wyatt come over and approve the jeans..I gulped as I hit the pay with over night shipping of $20.00 on top of $80.00 initial cost. I quietly closed my iPad cause if The Stauff knew how much I just spent he would throw a nut..boom fast forward to Wednesday..I get home from a l o n g day at work. Wyatt’s jeans had been delivered and I was happy, content.. I roll through the front door and throw Wyatt his jeans and asked him to try them on.. I glance at Jay and she has her nose buried in her laptop concentrating on something. I shrug it off and wait for Wyatt to model his new jeans. He walks out and says “hmm..they fit a little different”. I looked at him “what the hell do you mean they fit different, they are the same brand, style and size as your other ones”. He hunched his shoulders down..I knew where this was going.. He says, “well I think they are miss marked, well…look how they stack on my boots? They don’t stack right”. I looked at him, “you have to be frickin joking me…seriously.. they don’t stack right? Wtf? Come again? You are 15..how do you even know they don’t stack right?”. He hunched his shoulders lower “ho hum..it is fine..I will wear them..they are fine” for the love of God. I tell him “fine, fine, take them off, I will send them back”. I take a deep breathe and Jay catches my glance..”umm hey 👋” she says “if I ordered something from Amazon tonight would I have it by Friday?”. I turned and looked at her “oh me, so what in thee hell do you need from Amazon by Friday?”. She says, “wellllll. A girl on our track relay team wants us all to wear black tights and a black shirt to the track meet on Saturday..I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe.. “well jay here is the deal.. no..Amazon is probably not going to come through for you, as Family Dollar here in town probably won’t either or the grocery store..as we don’t live in a damn town that sells such shit..ARE you serious with me?”. She just stares at me and drops her shoulders..I thought I was going to have an outer body experience.. she says “well I need it, by Saturday”. I looked at her in a disbelief.. my brow line deepened.. “let’s review what I just said one more time..I really don’t believe I am going to be able to pull these all black tights and all black long sleeve shirt out of my ass tonight..SO..let me ponder 🤔 on how in thee hell I am..ok?”. I grabbed my tea and told the dog I would be back later.. both kids mouths hanging open.. so I went back to work.. I mainly needed to zen a little before I blew.. I get calmed down after awhile and The Stauff calls.. “and what are you doing?”. I paused, do I tell him of my hell I went through in trying to please our kids or do I keep it light? I decided to let him taste a little of my hell.. I tell him about the ‘ugh it isn’t stacking right’..I was waiting for him to blow, he says “oh really? They don’t stack nice huh?”. My brain stopped..did he just feel Wyatt’s pain?? He says, “well, I would say just send them back and let him wear his favorite jeans..I scratched my head and thought do I tell him how much I spent on these special jeans..reasoning said let it go.. so I did.. then I tell him about the tight dilemma..his reaction, “OMG your are frickin kidding me..$>}*}£,?+|+€\|>,+]*|,+*\|,!\~,\+£.. I sat there and said “welcome to my world”.. so after he calms down he tells me..”ok, well here is a plan, I can run to Casper tomorrow and pick it up for her after work”. I shuddered at the thought.. The Stauff doesn’t shop and he doesn’t like to spend cashola..but I had no choice.. I croaked an 👌 “ok”. I went home zenned up cooled off with a plan..the next day after The Stauff gets off work he calls me, “ok, I am heading up, where should I go to get this shit?”. I closed my eyes as I had a premonition that things were going to get ugly..I told him I would start at Dick’s the sport store”. He said, “ok then, I will go there”. We chit chat for a few mins and he says, “ok, I am here, now where would these things be”. I popped up the store layout in my head and started to direct him. He says, “oh here is some, what size does she need?” I was impressed, kinda like holy shit, this isn’t so bad after all, what was I worried about?.. I say “well in women’s probably a small or extra small”. He didn’t say anything.. “um hello..are you there?” He blares into the phone “$70.00 frickin dollars??? You have GOT to be shitting me”. Then I thought, yea yea.. this is what I was worried about.. I say, “well welcome to my world Stauff, shit is expensive”. He stammers and spits, “well this is bullshit, I am not spending that. Isn’t Target in this mall?”. I said “yeppers, that it is, just down the hall”. He says, “well I am going there, I am not spending that..{,!?€|?%*\'(grumble grumble blah blah)”. We talk on his walk to Target, I think he was proud of himself for beating the almighty dollar. He finds the sport sections in Target 🎯. I asked him if he was in the right area and he shot back with, “well I am surrounded by sport bras so I am thinking I am”. And finds nothing in the area of tights.. I tell him “well maybe try the girls section and get a size 16”. With triumph in his voice now he says, “oh yea, I found some that will work..yea, these are it”. I raised an eyebrow and my mind said “alert..alert..something is off”. He says, “do you want me to send you a picture of them?”. I said “yes please”, a Little too eagerly..he hangs up and “beep beep” the picture comes through in a text. My mouth falls open..I am trying to text, call, send a smoke signal..anything to stop the completion of the transaction..I get him on the phone, he still has the sound of accomplishment in his voice..I kinda felt bad to burst his bubble..”hey..abort the purchase of them.. those are Yoga pants with wide bottoms, she will skin both of us if you get those.. she is wearing them for track not to practice downward dog”. While all of this is going down, I am talking to my friend LaVonne who tells me that kohls is having a great sale on sport clothes.. so I have this intel in my back pocket.. he took the news well that the pants were not running tights. I quickly add in my new intel about kohls. He says, “well where in thee hell is that store?”. I tell him, “ok, it isn’t In the mall, it is heading east of the mall on the main highway”. He calms down and heads to the next store. I tell him, “ok..do this..You walk into the store, there will be people working to your left, you tell them your story and what you are needing, they will help you”. He agrees..baboom I thought.. I got this covered. I get a phone call within 5 minutes. A little breathy, he says, “well ya, just so you know..Kohls doesn’t sell shit like that, I asked them and they said they were really 😐 sorry but they didn’t sell that kind of stuff, my best bet would be to try Dicks..SO I guess I am heading back to Dicks”. I was quiet..silently cursing every girl that worked at Kohls. I know they had them..I come back to The Stauff still yapping and spitting on the phone. I hear, “ya know I am about ready to go to Murdochs and buy her black long handled underwear, I have driven Over 100 miles (crazy exaggerating there..😂) on my car just driving in this town trying to find this shit..and now I am heading back to the place I started out to buy tights that are $70.00. How about you call our banker and he can put a few hundred dollars into our checking account so we can afford these damn things”. I just sat there, “uh huh..yep..uh huh.. I agree”. I prepped him for the trip back to Dicks, “ok, when you walk in, there will be people working on your immediate right, tell them your story, at this point they will feel your pain and they might help you find some other ones that are cheaper. Stauff you got this”. He takes a Deep breathe, “ok, I will do that, I will call you when I leave”. I don’t hear anything for about 30 mins, my hands are 😓 sweating. The phone finally rings..I answer, “yes…did you find them?” He says “well, I walked into the store told the girl my story, she points to a part of the store and says “yea over in that area”. So, I wanted to tell the stupid bitch that I was just in that area about 30 mins ago and didn’t feel the $70.00 vibe..but I didn’t..I went and found the first pair of tights and found a long sleeve tight 👚 shirt as well.. I paid the $119.00 bill and went to my 🚗 car, imagine my surprise when I looked down at my tire and saw a flat”. I held my head and breathe. ..he continued, “so I got the tire changed and the shit for Jay.. I will tell you one thing, she better live in this shit”. I just repeated, “uh huh, I know..yep..dang.. yep..oh man”. He told me he would call me later. I tell Jay, “your daddio has ‘the goods’. I am going to give you some advice tho, you should make sure your dad sees you wear this stuff till you move out of the house..like a lot..”. She smiled a weak smile “ok”.. fast forward to Saturday..track day and prom day..his jeans that he likes that ‘stacks’ nicely is ironed and ready to go..a return label slapped onto the other ‘not nicely stacked’ jeans to go back to their home. Running tights and running shirt drenched in black folded and ready to be thrown into a gym bag. I have successfully conquered the week.. I look at Jay and say, “hey Jay, what events are you doing again?”. She says, “high jump, 100 sprints and 200 hurdles”. My mind stopped..”umm you forgot your relay didn’t you”. Then Her mind ✋ stopped right after she says “no, I am not..um I mean I won’t know till I get there”.. I looked at The Stauff with a raised eyebrow.. He started laughing, “omg she played you SO bad”. So sure enough..no relay, but I will tell you one thing she looked good out there in 40 degree weather wearing $119.00 worth of tights..and we wonder why my hair is turning gray at a high rate of speed..🤔🙄😘
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Just for CJ..The night the raccoon star was born..
CJ had asked for this story.. I finally found it.. and was so funny I decided to post.. I forgot all about the tostito chips..A night at the ranch..1:30 am..the dog lights up barking..I hear something on the deck. I open the door and there are two coons sitting on the deck. I had left a garbage sack on the deck, they had tore a hole in it and had found the tostito chips.they were too close to the door to shoot, I didn’t want to shoot at the house, so I sat there with lights on banging on the door to shoo them away far enough to shoot. No luck..they sat there, would reach in, grab a chip and eat it while watching me.finally resort to get Wyatt up to help. Wyatt is helping locate ammo.. He grabs The 30 gauge…I look at him and explain that might be a little much..243..ehh still too much, I don’t want a hole in the deck..besides how do I explain that to chad..I finally tell him to grab jays pink 22. He looks at me and says that only has one shell. I look at him and ask if he expects me to miss..I open the door blast away and that raccoon did thee best fake death roll I have ever seen.. With his one little paw his grabs his chest and the other little paw is flung into the air. He keels over the edge of the deck. I look at Wyatt in half disbelief. Wyatt looks at me “I can’t believe you hit him”. I scoffed at him “Really? Really?? you thought I woud MISS??hahahaa.. silly boy”. I actually thought I hit him…but, obviously scared the shit out of him, he came back later..he must have been sneaker this time tho cause we didn’t hear him shred the rest of the garbage on the deck..Much to my disbelief he lived another day..I am sure he is up for an academy award..damn things..next time I will just use the 410 and clean everything up the next am..blah 👀🙈🙉🙊
Throwback.. don’t mess with mama..
Throwback to 2013. A night at the Stauffers..Sydney took me for a walk tonight and the kids trailed in behind us. Jaden started complaining about half way thru. I told her if she were going to complain we would go home. Needless to say we hooked a left and came home. Her mood didn’t change much after we got home. Grandma got the kids a over the door bball hoop for Easter. Super momma I am, I had assembled this thing and hung it on my bedroom door before our walk. Once home we had a quick supper, jay showered and then ordered Wyatt to play a game of hoops. I sat and watched this start as a fun game of tossin the ball, then Sydney joined in and things started to get a little wild. I told them that whatever they messed up they would pick up. Then the blankets all started coming off the bed..super momma got grumpy and promptly ended the bball game and ordered Wyatt and Jay to make my bed. Oh but Jay thought it was soo funny. Wyatt was breakin a sweat as he didn’t want trouble. Needless to say Wyatt abandoned the cause and apologized profusely. Jay started in on me. I grabbed my phone and started the voice recorder. She proceeded to lay it all out, Wyatt cringed as he foresaw bad mojo coming. I sat quietly while she went off for 2.52 seconds. Wyatt finally broke and ran to my room and started throwing blankets and pillows to reassemble the bed without Jay. Jay had an upside down smile and was glaring me down. I told her she had lost all electrical devices over Easter. She fell into tears and said she wanted to plead her case to the highest court(dad). I pushed play on the recorder and said sure, cause the defendant has it all recorded sunshine. Ahh words and tones she wouldn’t dare whisper to daddio. Her mouth fell open and was speechless. Wyatts eyes got big and started laughing, gut laughing. He asked me if I recorded the whole thing and what I was going to do with it. I said I recorded the majority and daddio would listen when we got home. Jay cries “my life is over!” Wyatt laughs and says “oh my gosh I have been waiting for this day since the day she was born, this will be great”. Ahh siblings and a black mailing mother..all in a days work… Lol Wyatt is still replaying the rant..
3:44 AM.. wake up call..
This AM at 3:44 AM I awoke from a deep 😴 sleep.. I was sleeping away, deeply.. when something brought me out of it. Now to understand you have to understand the scene. I was sleeping with half covers, facing the wall. I kinda woke up, still had eyes closed and was trying to figure out what had awoke me. As I was laying there it happened again..something sharp poked me on my leg..my eyelids were still shut, but eyes and mind were at full attention. Fear filled my gut.. WTF was that?? Kids are in bed..if it was them I was going to beat them..so I continued to lay there..again two pokes on my leg..I was planning on how I was going to handle this.. is there someone there, ghost, demon or human?? If it was a human I decided I was going to take out 40 years of aggression on them and beat the living hell out of them..And where is the dog? Geezus..and as if on cue.. the frickin dog let’s out a long growl..perfect I thought..this will be awesome news to hit town..keep up n mind th s all transpired in about 2 minutes..I figure it is either do or die.. I opened my eye to see what laid in front of me.. the street light filtered in through my room.. I see four legs sticking up in the air.. Sydney was laying flat on her back right next to me..then she bent her legs like she was running..two more pokes on my legs.. then a little whimper.. Sydney was dreaming….when she would ‘run’ in her sleep her nails would poke my leg.. complete relief flooded my body..geezus.. I slapped her ass and said “dog..find another place to sleep”. She stretched out as far as she could, rolled over and continued to snore..now.. I will tell you.. it was STILL hard to get back to sleep..it could be a long Friday…😴🙄🐶
Throw back…the river runs wild..
This story goes back about 6 years or so.. I remembered it on our way to town thinking about spring and all it brings.. baby calves.. YEAH!! And usually the river 🌊running..boo..makes going home tough and longer..so about 6 years ago the snow ❄️started melting and water began to rise..then is rained and added more misery..the Stauff called and said no way I was going to be able to get home..for those who know me it was like he just gave me a life sentence.. a whole weekend in town. Ohmeegosh..dread.. one weekend down in town.. the kids created their own moonshine still in the yard.. yea yea a story for another day..here comes the next weekend..I have now reached the point I NEED to go to the ranch. I tell The Stauff literally come hell or high water I am coming home.. He says “you might have to ride the cart across the river” I tell him “I rode that cart for 18 years..that is no problem for me”. “Hah” I thought. I am a big girl I can do this.. keep in mind the kids were little.. Wyatt was 10 and Jay was 8. The kids had always heard me tell stories of rides in the cart..now for those who don’t know. The cart is a little wooden box about 3×5 feet that is connected to a cable, like a trolley car. The cable was stretched across the river and was the way my brother and I went to school or got mail when the river got too high to cross. I had never really pulled myself across, that was my parents and brothers job..I was merely the passenger. I headed out of town later than what I wanted..groceries and kids, we headed north. We cross the bridge at the highway which our river eventually runs to..and it was big.. bank to bank and there, it is a big channel.. A little part of me was like “oh holy shit maybe I should have stayed”. But that other part of me was like “naw, you are a ranch girl..you have balls! You got this”. We slipped and slid through the mud all 30 miles. The kids were so excited to finally ride the cart. It is now dark..but the moon is shining like a flashlight lighting our path..We grabbed our mail and slid down the hill through all the gumbo mud to the river. Now once you get to the bottom of the hill there is one curve where you can see the river if it is big..needless to say, we saw water before the curve.. again..that little part of me said “oh shit, this isn’t good”, yet that other part said, “thank God you are almost home. Now move along and get home”. Chad was there waiting for us.. I parked the pickup away from the river just in case it got higher so the pickup wouldn’t get swept away. The kids and I grabbed some stuff and trudged through the snow, mud and logs to find our way to the cart. I threw the stuff into the cart and hiked Wyatt up.. that little part of me says “dang, I don’t remember the cart being quite this high off the ground”. The other part of me says, “wow..the moon shining on the water is pretty”..the water was big..really big.. Wyatt is so excited..Jay starts to cry.. she mumbled “bahhhh..I am scared…bahhh I want Dad…bahhh” I looked at her and said “well sunshine the only way you are going to get your dad is to get your little ass in the cart and move across the river..we are too far into this now..so MOVE!” Reluctantly she let me throw her into the cart. I threw some groceries that I had packed into the cart. Now the only way I could communicate with Chad was to scream over the rushing water that was about to be below me..my mind filtered through all the memories of my childhood on how we did this.. I jumped up into the cart and gave myself a push…the ancient cart moaned and groaned and slowly rolled toward the river. Jay was still bawling..Wyatt was still excited..and I was starting to panic..I couldn’t believe how big the river was.. it was moving fast..millions of scenarios started running through my mind.. one part of me said “WTF are you doing? There is NO way you can do this?” My other part of me, the badass side says, “frick, I agree WTF are you doing?” Then all three of us panicked..I get to about 3/4 of the way across and the cart stops.. here we are dangling above a raging river in the middle of the night.. I told myself that this was it..I was done.. no clue what I was going to do.. The Stauff is trying to pull the cable on his side..the cart lurked and slowly crept to the side of the bank where The Stauff could grab the cart and finish pulling us to the stopping area.. that little part of me said “Get on the ground and thank Jesus, God and every other Devine intervention”. While the other part of me said, “yeah baby, that’s the way it is done..baboom”. We all get out of the cart.. I am still shaking. The Stauff says, “you still have groceries in the pickup?”. I said “yea, there is about 6 sacks left”. He says, “ok, you guys stay here and I will run over there and get it”. He jumps in the cart and away he goes. He gets to the other side in seemingly record time. He hollers at me over the water “I think I got my fingers”. I holler back, “serves you right for going to fast”. He grabs the groceries and hops into the cart and pulls himself over, again, making record time. He jumps out of the cart and says, “the wheel ran over my fingers, I am scared to take my glove off, I think it cut them off”. I thought I was going to pass out. I told him that we needed to get to the pickup with lights so we could see..we all grab groceries and go stumbling through sagebrush and logs to the awaiting pickup. I thought I was going to throw up but knew somehow I had to keep myself pulled together. We got to the pickup and we opened the door to see what had happened.. he slid his glove off and thankfully everything was still attached..but there was blood. I told him that I would take him across the cart and to town to get his hand looked at..inside I was like “omg..I don’t think I can do this” but kept a determined look just the same. He said that he just wanted to go home that he would be fine. Guilt started to come across me. I felt bad that all of this bullshit that we had just went through was for me being stubborn.. half way home of the 4 miles he said “there is so much pain in my hand, I have to pull over, I think I am going to pass out”. He stops in the road as we were following a muddy rut trail and laid down on the flatbed for a bit. The kids and I and all our groceries stuffed around us. Wyatt looks at me in the midst of the utter quiet and whispered, “what are we going to do with Dad?” I looked at him, jay was still whimpering Wyatt needed answers.. In my best adult advice I could drum up I said, “I don’t have a damn clue”.. Wyatt just sat there and was like “oh, ok”. About 15 mins goes by and The Stauff crawls back in the pickup and away we go. We get home and he tried to wash the blood off, but water flowing on top of it sends him over the edge. I got sick.. I grabbed my Google machine and Google smashed fingers, symptoms and treatment. According to Mayo Clinic, he would survive and there is nothing a Dr. could do for them. I felt some relief.. I told The Stauff of my findings.. I don’t think he found comfort in them. He somehow pulled through the night and was able to clean them the next day. We went back to town on Sunday and since the water had dropped significantly by then we were able to cross the river in the pickup to get to mine. One would think the story was over.. but it picked back up a few weeks later.. we had gone in early to attend church. We were sitting in our pew in the clear back. It was the usual seating arrangement, me, Jay, Wyatt and The Stauff. The Stauff was pestering the kids as usual and I was busy hushing giggles and laughs as usual. Chad leans over the kids and says “hey, smell my fingers do they smell?” I glared at Chad with the ‘hush’ look.. he stuck his fingers to the kids 👃 noses and the kids shreiked “yuck, that is gross”. The Stauff looked at me kinda funny and he leaned over and whispered, “I think my fingers really stink, can you smell them?”. I looked at him and said “really? We are in church and you want me to smell your fingers? How about after lunch?” He just smiled at me and agreed..we finish church and go grab lunch. We are kicked back at the playhouse and he says, “hey will you smell my fingers, they really do smell”. So I gave in and smelled his fingers..the same ones he smashed in the wheel of the cart. I thought I was going to puke after a brief sniff. My eyeballs jumped up and I said “holy shit, your fingers are rotten, get your shoes we are going to ER room.. away we go kids in tow.. we get the Dr and explain what had happened earlier.. a couple X-rays of his hand and he pulled up a chair with the diagnosis.. when Chad ran his fingers over in the wheel, the pressure actually blew the tips of his two fingers out and he had fractured the bones in his fingers. All four mouths kinda hung open.. the Dr continued to tell us that the hide under his nails was basically rotten so he would need to remove that and scrub all the bad gross stuff out..so sure enough the Dr pulled both nail beds completely off. He scrubbed the fingers until he had good blood pouring into the pan..the kids and I just sat and stared…that one part of me said “poor Stauff, geezus, I feel terrible”. The other part of me said, ” hmmm,that didn’t go as planned”… that following summer we bought a rope that would pull us across so we wouldn’t he to use the cable.. and to this day, have never had to use it.. 🤔😜🤗 and if the river would be too high to venture home again..I would buy more alcohol and stay in town..lesson learned. 🍻
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Throw back..snakey day..
Since I am sick I was thinking about other days of craziness and I remembered this post..Up at 6:30 on a Sunday? I am sure most of you are in shock and amazement..but, let me tell you why..after my nieces wedding last night and home late..I had every intention of sleeping in..the dog came into our room this morning pacing around. I thought..oh she wants out..I get up, let her out and she blows up barking..I think to myself..stupid dog..she is barking at the air. I get a drink of water, holler for her to get back in and we go back to bed. She is still antsy in our bedroom.. Then all of the sudden she barks..eyes fully opened now, I roll over and say ‘you sum bitch shut up’..she repeats..I look at her and she isn’t barking out the window she is barking at me.. I ponder why would she be barking at me? I rolled over to look at the side of the bed..sure enough..I find what the fuss is about.. My heart stopped.. My eyes kept focusing and re focusing..I grabbed chad’s arm and said ‘Chad, there is a bull snake that just slithered under our bed’.. Chad kept on sleeping..I raised my voice and repeated.. He awoke and was like, ‘are you sure it was a bull snake?’ I told him I was pretty sure..the dog leapt up onto the bed with us. We just sat there for a few minutes processing..Chad gets off the bed to grab a flashlight..he looks under the bed..nothing.. He looks at me.. “You sure you were awake?” I just looked at him.. “Yes, there is a snake under the bed”.. Chad said “did that damn Jake bring him in?” I looked at Chad and said “unfortunately Jake has been outside all night”.. So Chad gets some gloves on and I get shoes on. I am to watch my side in case it slithered out..I have picture prints under our bed.. He starts pulling them out one by one..nothing.. We look at each other.. “Let’s tear the bed apart”.. We tear the bed apart..nothing..except for the hole in the floor that we put in to bring our tv wires upstairs..I looked at Chad and made a cussing remark.. Chad says “well mark last night as the last night the kids will ever sleep downstairs, and I can’t really blame them”. We let Sydney in to sniff around the bed frame.the only thing left is a roll of Christmas paper..Chad goes to pick it up and it is laying right underneath it. The dog jumps, I shriek and Chad repeats my cussing. He says “get the door” so away we all go out into the driveway shovel in hand with a roll of Christmas wrapping paper. Chad kicks him off the paper and kills it.. We come back to a room that is tore apart..Chad looks at me and says “I guess today we try to figure out where he got in”.. I am thinking the bed looks fine there..right here in my living room.. So..the hound finally paid her dues and Jake wasn’t involved..although the next time she barks inside I will probably pee my pants if not something more..