Wednesday, January 15, 2014

I love this life

As I sit here it's 9:30 am.  I'm in Barnes & Noble in the big city drinking a Chai latte. I'm in my fancy Buckarette Collection Stormy Kromer & a big beautiful scarf.

I'm surrounded by business men & women with their laptops & fancy clothes working. 

That. Used. To. Be.  Me. 

Wow! 13 years ago that was my life. I hadn't even dreamed of my current life as possible!  Don't get me wrong; I enjoyed talking with my customers & helping them get to their goals.

But. My.  Life.  Is. So. Blessed.  Amazing!!

Yep, yesterday I spent 10 hours in the truck hauling hay & alternately freezing my fingers off feeding cows & stacking hay.  After basketball practice & chores then house chores I fell into bed at midnight. This morning I rolled our of bed lazily at 4 am to load a cow & drive up to the new Story City Locker. When I get up that early I don't turn any lights on in the house. So, the scarf & hat are necessary. I'm lucky to brush my teeth on my early days. Once the cow was delivered, I need to pick up some shoes for my boy in the big city. This the Tea break while I wait for the store to open. Then it's back home, feed the cows, check the other cows, load Missy & Buster (show heifer & Sale Bull) to take them to get their feet trimmed. Then chores.... You get the idea; busy, dirty, cold. 

I love this life. Really! Thanks to all the businessmen & women that make it possible for me to raise your food & live this life.

Love where you are. It will lead you to bliss.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

To the Mom who hasn't brushed her hair in a week

This was written in November 2013. It is now My birthday in August 2014. 
It is still true. 
Part two is now languishing in drafts. 
I blame the Crown for lettin me publish - and Kim :)

This is for The Mom who hasn't brushed her hair in a week

Huh? How is this possible.
Well, it is. As of right now, I can't remember when I last brushed my hair.
I've finger combed it for a second.
I've washed it.
I've pulled it up in a messy bun.
Ponytails & loose braids are my best friends.
Hats, yes every kind of hat is a near necessity.

What does this mean I've become?
Careless about my appearance?
Fat?  Huh-that adjective just popped right out? Wonder what that reeeally means?
A    m.o.t.h.e.r.

Yep, being a mother means that you put others before yourself.

But, if you don't take good (adequate) care of yourself how can you care for your family?

This first part is real. I've let myself sit with this revaluation for two weeks now.

I decided to brush my hair.
I decided that I should take time to look, really look at myself in the mirror.
I decided that.  I should meet that person in the mirror, because I don't have a clue who she is.
I decided I need to like what I see in that mirror.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Be a CowPuncher at the Ebersole Ranch

Would you like to be a CowPuncher at the Ebersole Cattle Co?

First, what IS a CowPuncher?

The dictionary defines it simply as a Cowboy.

To us a CowPuncher
  • Ranch Supporter
  • Ranch Help
  • Spectator
  • Receives Monthly Beef
Many of you have asked for a Beef CSA, or a way for you to fill your little refrigerator/freezer with beef each month.  So... Here We Go!

As a CowPuncher you will get a Punch card that lets you CHOOSE your monthly beef options.
~Delivery to East Village in Des Moines each month
~You don’t need a deep freeze to fit all your beef! 
*~*You will also get special access to Ranch work & activities like cattle drives!


Several Sized Options to fit your family

Full CowPuncher – 200  pounds/yr  $1400

Half CowPuncher – 100 pounds/yr  $800

Tiny CowPuncher – 50pounds/ yr $450

Remember - YOU get to choose what you would like delivered each month!  Your total CowPuncher Card will include about 1/3 Steaks - 1/3 Ground Beef - 1/3 Roasts & Special Cuts

Ground Beef CowPuncher  

200# Ground Beef/yr

Half Ground Beef CowPuncher

100# Ground Beef/yr


Monday, August 19, 2013

One year go today

I learned how much we DID have.

I learned STUFF doesn't matter

I learned about the depths of friendship 
I learned how amazing our community truly IS
I learned how wonderful our neighbors are
I learned that people ARE wonderful
I learned how to "run from my problems" and that physical running will get you perspective
I learned how much we can do without
I learned that Karma has a good side

Y'all are AWESOME


Sunday, June 30, 2013

Fire. Part 1

The past year has been a whirlwind.

We'll backtrack a bit.

Last summer my main goal was to make our little bitty old house into an inviting loving space. So I ransacked every single room. One by one I sorted everything. All the trash was tossed. Good things donated, stuff I "couldn't" get rid of went to the semi (our storage) & only the things we used every day were left.

August 19 was 2 days before school started. I has ALL the laundry done & convinced Beau to help me rearrange furniture. We loaded up the kids & headed 15 miles away to mow hay (I followed the tractor in the truck). Tractor gave us fits & so we went to check cows.

We were a mile back in the pasture when JP our neighbor calls us.
"Whatcha burnin?"
You're burnin something, I'll call you back! He says.
We then start out the pasture, shutting gates as we go.
JP calls back, nearly in tears. "I'm sorry honey, it's your house"
He then explains that the electrical wires are jumping & sparking. Roger was with him & he finds the electric shutoff at the pole & turns it off. Very dangerous! I stumble & babble through warning him that the grill had 2 brand new propane tanks. JP said they were going off bright & pretty (he is such an upbeat guy)
We let him go. Shut the last gate, and headed for "home".
The next neighbor Spence calls: "Whatcha burnin?
Beau in response "Apparently the house"
"Oh crap, we'll be right there"

The girls were nervous because they didn't know if it was the barn. Their horses were tied up. They were somewhat relieved, because no animals were lost.
Wyatt cried, named a toy, cried, named a toy & repeated the process all the way home. I couldn't help comfort them other than talking because we were driving so fast. When JP saw the house he knew it was too late to save anything.

The picture is what we saw when we pulled up. I took one with my phone. All the neighbors were there. More arrived to help as the night went on.
We are all ok.
Could have been much worse.
Even this many months later, my stomach still turns when thinking about that ride home.
Thankful for such amazing people.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

How do you tell people when something awful happens

I don't like talking negative.
I avoid it at all costs. I don't think it helps anything to focus on the negative.
Bad things happen.
Then what....
How do you tell people that don't know?
How do you respectfully ask for their patience?
How do you get it over with? WithOUT pity in their eyes?
How do you let them know; you appreciate their concern...but can we just talk about what we were before I told you?

I don't think there IS any good way.....
So, I just blurt it out.
Try to ignore the pity & complete incomprehension in their eyes.
Because as well meaning as everyone tries to be.....they really have no clue of how this feels.
I wonder how many people I have made feel this exact same way... Because I couldn't even really begin to imagine what they are living or going through.......

Ps, I don't proofread or re-read these types of posts. It is just my mind dump & my heart opening.

And we ARE all ok.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Lenny the Bull

Lenny the Bull is very near & dear to me.
Today, Today I bury Lenny.

Lenny was Born 11 years ago. 
On a cold morning, a heifer was calving.
It was only my second year calving cows.
The heifer was having problems.  She was too tiny. 
I helped get both feet out.  Then a head in the right direction.
I had a tiny year old baby girl in the truck watching.
I found some twines to get on his feet to get this little calf out.
It was the first time I had ever had to help a cow deliver.
We (the heifer & I) were both clueless about what to do.
Then he was out.
Cute little bugger looked at me & moo'ed
The heifer - now cow, wasn't doing so well.

The heifer didn't make it.

He was now a bottle calf.  I went to a local dairy farm & purchased some colostrum.  I fed him frozen holstein colostrum for 3 days, 5 or six times each day.  Little guy figured it out really quick.  He became exited to see me when I walked in the barn.  He took his bottle like a champ & didn't fight that much.

But there was an issue!  He was a born a bull.  "You can't keep him." I was told over & over.  I was bound & determined to make something of this bull.  I was NOT going to let him go to a feedlot.

Lenny grew & grew.  He ate well & was respectful.  See that is one of the issues with bottle calves.  When they get big, they don't realize they are big.  They might try to bump you & hurt you.  But not my Lenny, he was a good boy.

Lenny grew enough that fall that I convinced MyLove to register him.  So, Lenny became ECC Liberty.  MyLove said we could keep him as a backup bull.  We learned that summer to always have a backup because our old herdsire died at the old age of 8.  Most bulls are retired at 5 or 6. We have a tendency to get attached, so they stay as long as they live.

When Lenny was 3,  we had him at the big pasture.  We parked the truck at the top of the hill & walked down to the ditch.  It was a beautiful walk through the pasture!  But at the bottom of the hill we found Lenny.  Lenny had a sore eye.  Pinkeye.  Bad enough that it needed treated.  So up to the truck I ran.  Ugh, no halter, no rope?!...  But, I had an extension cord. Think it would work?  It was worth a shot.  So, he made a loop with an extension cord & took a throw.  A big hoolihan throw & it was on Lenny's head.  He struggled a bit, but we were able to get it looped through into a makeshift halter.  Now, we walk him out.  Remember, we were in the big pasture, 2000 acres without a road through it.  Lenny was never really halter broke, but he was tame enough.  So, MyLove took the truck to get the trailer, while Lenny & I started walking.  First I'd walk behind him, kind of driving him in the direction I wanted.  Then at the top of the hill, I was walking next to him.  We were both exhausted (it is a BIIIG hill).  We walked another 40 acres to the next gate.  we stopped there & waited for MyLove at the gate so we didn't get in with the neighbors bulls.  The trailer arrived & I opened the door & walked in.  Unsure if he was going to hop in, because Lenny had only been in the trailer once in his life.   Well, he hopped right in.  We shut the door & Beau says, "Guess he's halter broke now"

Every time Dad has come to visit & Lenny was in the barn or near where we were, he'd just smile.  Smile & remember that little runt calf sucking on his finger.  As he aged, Lenny's disposition remained wonderful!  He was never a bull to be mean or aggressive.  In fact, we never left him with the other bulls because they'd pick on him.  Even the little bulls would pick on him.  Lenny sired  Ultimate & Freedom, many more & just a week ago Lacey (my pet cow) had a Lenny Bull Calf.

Never say never, Never tell a ranch wife you can't keep a bottle calf.

Lenny lived his last winter in the big barn with the heiffers.  He died in his sleep surrounded by beautiful girls.

RIP Lenny

Shanen~Mama to the Momma Cows @ the ECC