Tax Cowboy

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Today was the dreaded tax preparation day. I say today, but all told it is at least a two day process. Some of our biggest marital disputes over the years happen when we start preparing our taxes to take to the accountant. The basic problem is my husband’s lack of paperwork organization. His receipts seem to pile up on him throughout the year. This udder dislike of paperwork combined with a tendency to procrastinate is like fuel to the fire, since his favorite wife rarely procrastinates and loves order, in all aspects of life, especially paperwork.

I know there are many ranch wives that are kind enough to take care of their husbands endeavors. I know many of these great women, I just wonder if they have to deal with the piles of receipts that have no order what so ever! We have set up accordion folders, 3 ring binders, boxes and hanging folders. We have discovered no system that my husband finds enjoyable enough to use!Was that receipt for feed? What is this 78.47 to Gustin Hardware? Did you buy that dump truck this year? The fun is endless! Then, when you feel a great sense of accomplishment, he usually goes outside to his pickup and brings in another couple of handfuls of straggler receipts.

Just remember what doesn’t kill you makes you closer? When the mound of half crinkled paper is filed away, it feels like you just won a marathon. The receipts bring back floods of memories of what was happening on that particular day. And if we have saved enough receipts we may have enough money left after taxes to buy some more cattle tubs!

David says that I am the one with the problem, since I am insisting on getting our taxes done on Jan 10th! (Instead of April 14th?). I will admit that this year seemed less tense than years past. Notice how the pile is shrinking?

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Ranch Birthday

Today was Dalli’s 8th birthday. We invited some friends over for a small birthday party, and ranch style scavenger hunt. I started by hiding clues one by one that would eventually lead to the actual scavenger hunt list. Putting this together took immense concentration (you laugh but I had to draw from my higher education for this!). However, once I got started I was on fire! It did help tremendously when my favorite husband took the children to check the red tank. This gave me some time to hide everything, and make the actual scavenger list. The scavenger list was fairly easy, mostly I just drove around the yard and found things that were out of place. It was like using child labor to pick up the yard. Come to think of it, maybe I should have another scavenger hunt in the Spring (think how clean my yard will be)

The clues were as follows:

You will find the first clue in the black case of an instrument that the birthday girl knows how to play well. (Violin case)

Look for this clue in a red machine that is used when the Cain family watches movies. (Popcorn maker)

Look in the mud room high and low, then open the door located on the left side of a big machine. (Washing machine)

The next clue you will find under a chair that the littlest Cain sits in, especially when she is hungry! (Booster chair)

Moving on, your dad uses this to change the channel. (Remote control)

You will find me inside an egg. A big egg that is colored. A big green egg. Don’t crack it, just gently lift the lid and look inside! (In the big green egg BBQ)

For the next clue, look where the horse treats are kept.

Now look for the list, you will have to lift the lid and look in. You will see it located where oval breakable things that you eat come from. (chicken coop)

Then came the actual list:

A purple rope
An antler
2 pieces of PVC pipe
A wooden spool
A blade of green grass
A piece of a dead garden vegetable
A branding iron
A snow shovel
Something red
A piece of trash
2 horse treats
A snow ball
2 clothes pins
A picture of a wheel barrow

And on it went.

We didn’t count on the high of 31 degrees that we were dealt, but it really didn’t slow down these ranch kids. After the scavenger hunt Dalli opened presents all kinds of loot including a package of Glitzi Globes!! (Oh yea, from aisle four) We ate some chocolate cake then we bundled back up and shuffled outside to destroy a piñata. A regular fiesta. We did have to improvise when the first swing decapitated Dora!

A great day.

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Triticale New Years

Happy New Years Everyone!

We welcomed in the New Year with a hodge podge of home maintenance. How does the hood over the stove get soo greasy anyway? The grill to the refrigerator, when is the last time you took that off? Why did we do this on New Years Day? Who knows, we were home and had the energy.

After all the cleaning we made a batch of hot coco mix. I will share the recipe with you, but beware it makes a ton! Great to share with neighbors, friends, and teachers.

1 21oz nestle quick drink mix
4 packets Dream dry whip cream
2 cups powdered sugar
16 cups powdered milk

We also like to add instant coffee, but are still working on the ratio so I’ll have to get back to you on that. Mix 1/3 cup of mix with some steaming hot water and enjoy.

In the afternoon, we sedated Sienna (Macklee’s new horse) to examine her teeth, she has been loosing weight through the winter. What I found turned into a project. The triticale hay that we have been feeding was causing sores in her mouth. There were triticale seeds embedded everywhere. It was like removing cactus from the sides of a wet, slimy, dark rabbit hole. The only sounds that could be heard was David gripping about how heavy her head was to hold up! When I finally finished, we decided to float her teeth and deworm all the horses. It is not unusual for us to do horse maintenance on major holidays, this helps us remember when we did it! Bottom line, I don’t think feeding triticale hay to horses is a good idea. My professional opinion of course. I hope, that I don’t receive hate mail from all the triticale farmers!

Then, it was off to pick up dog and cat poop from the yard. Really? All this land and they have to defecate in our little yard. Aargh!

Next, some advice to all women dating ranchers. When your cowboy invites you to go with them, they really only want a gate opener. I have figured this out after 13 years of marriage. I am sure most ranch wives figure this out sooner, but what can I say. My husband is sneaky, he says things like do you want to go on a safari? This sounds great, like we are going to drive around the ranch and see wild animals (because looking at my two banshee children all day isn’t wild enough)! “Safari” is David’s code for can you come and open gates for me while I check waters?! Can you see why it took me so long to catch on? This time, it worked out, we saw a beautiful buck.

Chili rellenos for dinner. Yummy for the tummy. We use egg roll wrappers a trick I learned from my sister in law.

Use one freshly roasted and peeled hatch chili. Set it in the egg roll wrapper, insert medium cheddar cheese and roll up. Use water to seal edges. Sprinkle stuffed wrapper with water and then roll in corn meal. Fry them up! Serve with homemade pinto beans. They are even good to snack on the next day.

Made menu plans for the next week and went to bed.

Did I mention that I have wild children?  Doesn’t she look wild?

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Christmas Drama

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The Cain Christmas . . . . . . .

Some of this may NOT be appropriate for young people who still believe in Santa. So, if you are reading my blog out loud to your kids every night, I would suggest skipping this post.

‘Twas truly the night before Christmas when our favorite UPS driver delivered the tiniest package, the one that I had been waiting ever so patiently for. It was suppose to be the “glitzi globes” that Dalli had asked Santa for. Her letter was very specific.

She wrote, ” Dear Santa, if you would be so kind as to bring me glitzi globes, walking with the dinosaurs, and a makeup set, I would appreciate it please.”

I have to say that I didn’t have a clue what glitzi globes were, when I read the letter. I did, however, know that Santa was not going to bring her makeup to smear on her face, and dinosaurs are yucky. Why does my daughter like dinosaurs? Why not barbie dolls? Anyway, once again, I digress. I went to Amazon and ordered the globes and now I was holding the package, just one problem, this was an extremely small package. It was a micro glitzi globe, a refill for the real glitzi globe, argh. Ok remain calm. I should mention my other daughter asked Santa for a ball that she can use to play fetch with her little doggie.

We were headed to Albuquerque to eat our traditional Christmas Eve meal of fondue. Did I mention we have traditions? David and I realized shortly after Dalli was born that we had no traditions, so we had to invent some. Fondue was all we could come up with, that is fancy for us country folk. So, we will just make a pit stop at Toys R Us. This might become a new tradition, as we let the girls pick out one toy that would be their Christmas gift from their Papa. This was amazingly fun. After much thought, Dalli picked a scooter with helmet (extremely important if you know the genetics of this kid), and Macklee adopted another baby doll (with no sharpie aka makeup all over its face).

After gathering the loot, they went and sat in the car so Santa’s helper could purchase the glitzi globes, batteries, and a last minute stocking stuffer or two. My brother called on our way home, he was trying to assemble the go cart that was his Santa gift. The problem was he had a fever and was sick all week. Nothing goes together easily when you are running a fever. He wondered if a go cart really needed brakes? I laughed at his plight, not knowing my own Santa dilemma was about to begin.

The rest of the night was amazing, until we got back to the ranch. Dalli poured 2% milk, and stacked cactus shaped sugar cookies for Santa. The kids went to bed, and the “behind the scenes” preparations began. I truly hate this part, always feeling that I am one move away from getting “caught”. Shortly, after the kids went to bed the problems became apparent. The glitzi globes were no where to be found. I must have checked the suburban 15 times, willing them to be there, if I just looked once more. Nope, I had left them at Toys R Us. (I found this out the day after Christmas, when I called Toys R Us, and they said, oh yes the ones that were left on aisle 4!) Are you kidding me? What do I do now? So much for our calm evening.

My husband already thinks I am pre-menopausal and loosing my mind, this was not helping my case. At this point, stressed cannot even began to describe my emotional state. Friend Lori, had given me a birthday present for Dalli, I thought about raiding it. Suddenly, I remembered another birthday gift, that I had stashed in a closet. I nestled it with the tiny glitzi globe refill and went to bed.

As I was trying to go to sleep, I remembered that I had forgotten to bring home David’s gift from the clinic. I don’t think Christmas is suppose to be this stressful. I think us women try so hard to make Christmas special, that we wear ourselves out. We forget the reason for the season, in the mist of trying to make everything perfect. I talked myself off of the cliff by remembering all of the blessings that are part of my everyday life, and that one day I would be able to blog about this and make people laugh?

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Gymnastics Tough Love

We have arrived at Friday!  It seemed like we were working in quick sand today.  We have had staff out all week, and by the time you get to the end of the week, you are tuckered plum out.

After work, David the girls and our neighbor Mote came to the clinic to pick me up.  We sped through the McDonalds like a retired Nascar driver, so we will all have some “nutrition” in us as we watch Dalli’s gymnastics recital.  The recital was great, long, but great.  Most of those kids are blessed with amazing talent.  There were backflips and forward flips, and springs being sprung every which way.

Dalli is almost eight and will make an incredible lawyer, she will argue just to persuade you to some viewpoint that may or may not be her own belief.  This can be trying to us parental types at times.  After gymnastics last week, I recommended that she ask her teacher for some help with her cartwheels.  Currently, the cartwheels resemble more a sideways game of leap frog.  I should take a moment to say that she has inherited all of her lack of athletic ability from her mother.  Did I mention how great she plays the violin?

So back to the cartwheels, her argument was that her cartwheels were perfect.  This argument waged on, with me gently trying to get her to ask her teacher for a little more guidance or maybe some cartwheel homework?  Nope, her cartwheels are perfect.  I had to break out the tough love,  oh yes I did.  It went something like this ( I did mention the continued argument, and how frustrating that gets, right?). “Dalli, that is the worst cartwheel, I have ever seen in my whole entire life”. Can you say super mom?  That’s what my friends call me.  I guess it’s best that everyone who might be reading this knows right away, I am not a yuppie, new age, everyone wins parent!  No character building that way!

Anyway, the program was long but great.  Funny, my mom said the recitals were like molasses, long ago when she had to watch me!    Dalli had a great time performing her leap frogs for the crowd.  We made it back to the ranch at 10:15pm, another late night.

Boy the NM moon has sure been eerily beautiful, big and orange and bewitched with clouds.

Working Girl

It is the first day of Christmas break, although it didn’t translate to extra time with my children.
The clinic was extremely slow except for an unusual run on pet pedicures (aka nail trims). I wonder if there is a record on pedicures completed in one day? The best part of the drab day was my mom arriving and helping me declutter my office. It was starting to look like an episode of hoarders. Now, thanks to my mom, my workplace is a veterinarian’s zen den!
Off to my second job at the emergency clinic. I have been working on learning to blog, so hang with me as I navigate the trenches of the blogger sphere. Today I even wrote some computer code! Yeah me. Oh I guess I should mention that I didn’t win the mega millions drawing yesterday.