The Barn Cast & Crew

Me

They say you always save the best for last, right?  Just kidding!

I saved myself for last because I’ve been dreading this moment.  What is there really to say about me?  I prefer to be like an app in the background, always there and doing something but not really making a big deal about it.

If you had to peg me with 10 personality traits, in no particular order, they would be:

  • Loud
  • Procrastinator
  • Nerdy
  • Hard Working
  • Loyal
  • Curious
  • Mischievous
  • Caretaker
  • Stubborn
  • Animal Lover

I deeply believe that we are put in this life to learn a lesson.  It took years for me to come to terms with the thought that I may not KNOW what my life lesson is.

I recently adopted “Chase after the dream, don’t chase after the money” as my motto.  Not sure how actively I’m chasing the dream . . . but I’m trying and I’m hopeful.

The Hubby

When someone asks me where The Hubby is, I can usually answer with any of the following choices:

  • Working – Where he is much of the time.  He’s a hard worker and has made our construction company a success!
  • Fishing – Bass, Crappie, Catfish, Ice, Tournament
  • Hunting – Ginseng, Deer, Mushrooms, Squirrel
  • Trapping – Coyotes (mostly)
  • Next door at his parents’ house

He is an excellent provider, dad, son, brother and the love of my life!  I always laugh at the movie “50 First Dates” when Drew Barrymore says the smell of fishy fingers reminds her of her dad and brother.  These pictures will make it obvious as to why!

Peace, Love & Family!

Hoosier Barn Chick

The Boy

13902575_10210147530347597_4480158276931805146_nAhhh, The Boy.

Over 11 years ago he came into our lives.

He was a hefty 8 lbs and 8 oz.  And over a week late.  He was a much wanted baby.  I had been pregnant the year before and had a miscarriage shortly after discovering I was pregnant.  So, with that, and being an only child, he has been spoiled.  He’s the last of the grandchildren on both sides of the family which doesn’t help.

Now that we live next door to my in-laws, he pretty much lives over there.  He comes and goes from our house here and there.  But, he rarely stays at our house much more than an hour at a time.  When he is grounded and has to stay home,  the in-laws complain that they miss him and come over to visit.

He’s pretty amazing.  Being around adults the majority of the time, he knows a lot about things like gardening, trees, canning, cooking, animals (both wild and not so wild) and hunting.

I’m sure he will appear a lot in this blog.  He’s made life frustrating, hilarious and interesting.

Daisy Doodle AKA The Wonder Lab

20170919_174852 (1)A few years ago, one of my friends who breeds amazing labs (look up Hawgback Labradors on Facebook) called upon me to dog sit a very pregnant dog while they were out of state.  It was most likely that she would have her litter during her visit with me. Keep in mind that I had never helped birth anything before in my life.  I’m not a vet, and I don’t even play one on tv.

They dropped Spooky off on a Saturday.  The following afternoon she was on the couch (this was unheard of at that time but she was a guest) and she jumped up and there was something on the couch.  It was a puppy.  No joke.  I put her in her delivery box and stayed up with her all night.  We delivered nine healthy and beautiful pups.  My whole house stunk.  But, I was in love.  I declared myself an auntie.

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Spooky & The Litter I Helped Deliver

Recently we went to our friends’ house to help out with some minor things.  They announced that they had the perfect puppy for us and they weren’t taking no for an answer.  It only took one look for me to fall in love.  And, when I learned that Spooky was the mama of this pup, it was decided.

I did ask that they name her.  They chose Daisy.  It didn’t take long before I added Doodle to it.  I’m not sure why.   It just worked for me.

 

 

 

 

FB_IMG_1506022116717So, we’ve increased The Barn by four feet.  Let’s pray I survive the chewing and potty training phase.

 

Dinky The Fierce

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I am an animal lover.  It’s no secret that it’s hard for me to resist the critters.  Well, the tame critters, not the wild ones around my house.

Last summer, an employee at my day job came running into the office stating that she could hear kittens somewhere in her truck.  After tracking down the sound to the underside of the truck. we removed the spare tire and found 3 female kittens in it.  It only took one look at them for me to ask if she was looking for homes for them.  She was.  You guessed it, I brought home a kitten that day.

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Dinky The Fierce

Now Dinky The Fierce is all grown up.  She’s such a tiny cat but she makes up for it with a big personality.  I often joke that , like me, she’s bipolar.  Days on end I pretty much only see her hanging out on the beams of The Boy’s loft bedroom that overlooks the living room.  Then, suddenly, she will be all over me and purring.

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DTF on her normal perch

 

The Hubby is not fond of her.  He’s not a big fan of cats.  The Boy loves her but she rarely lets him pet her and she hates for anyone to actually hold her.  Everything, like a lot of cats, is on her terms.

She hates everyone but me, and most days she’s not that fond of me.  It doesn’t matter.20170212_173941

I love her anyways.
The Cattle

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Walnut & The Girls

I used to drive a big Cadillac station wagon.  But, after several months at my current day job, I decided I needed something smaller and better on gas.

I let the hubby know my plan to sell the car and decided to take a nap since it was on the weekend.

Upon waking from my nap, he informed me he had sold my car for cash.  That was great!  Then he said I needed to help him go load up some cows.  You guessed it, he sold my car and used the cash to buy a bull and 2 cows.  I HATE cattle.  Yes, red meat it important to me but I really have a fear of cattle.

Walnut (the bull) was bottle fed as a calf and is ALL about my husband most of the time.  He watches for The Hubby to pull up and he runs to the corral.  The cows are not nearly as friendly.  One will hang back and the other will only approach the trough skeptically after taking in the scene for a few minutes.

None of them are thrilled when they get closed off from the corral in order for us to clean their stall.  Walnut bellows the whole time and frequently pushes against the corral gate.  When I’m over there helping, I usually end up arguing with him.  So, if you hear about a crazy lady arguing with a bull out in the middle of nowhere, that’s me.

On the plus side, I’m pretty sure Walnut has done his job and both cows appear to be pregnant according to my inexperienced eye.  Stay tuned for birth announcements!

Oh . . . and don’t let your husband sell your car while you take a nap.

Peace, Love, Cadillacs & Cows!

Hoosier Barn Chick

The Beginning

The Hubby and I met in 2001 through our work place.  I was married.  He was not.  In 2002, I started through the process of a divorce (no, I don’t have any huge or negative story about it) and I became single.

I was determined not to settle for anything less than total love and I wasn’t even looking for that.  But, he caught my eye during that time.  He would come in and hang out by my desk shuffling his feet and avoiding eye contact.

Hinting around that I would love to be asked out did not work.  Believe me, I tried it for more than 2 weeks.  We only ended up going out because he had a friend that wanted to go out with me and I agreed to it if he went and I could bring one of my roommates.

At some point in the evening, the three of us decided to ditch the guy while he was away from the table.  My roommate wanted to call it a night.  That left the future hubby and myself.

As we parted ways that night, he kissed me.  At that time, I had a strict rule of no kissing on the first date.  I figured I made enough bad decisions in my life without adding hormones to things.

When I got home, my roommate asked me how things had gone.  I remember telling her that he had kissed me and that it hadn’t even really been a first date and I wasn’t thrilled about it having happened.

Fast-forward 15 years and we have been married for what feels like always and have an 11-year-old son.  And it all started with a non-first date and a stolen kiss.

We did things the hard way over the years.  We started our own company just about a year after we got married.  I do not suggest that.  It’s hard enough being newlyweds without adding the stress of where your next paycheck will come from,

I had a miscarriage before we had our son.  I was over the moon when I got pregnant.  And then, less than 2 weeks later, I had a miscarriage during the middle of the night.  I was heartbroken and I’m amazed our marriage survived it.  The Hubby was so supportive, but I had a hard time coming back from that blow.

But, now we have a company that supports itself and our family.  I have a day job to keep me occupied and it doesn’t hurt our finances obviously.  And we have an amazing son.  He’s smart, funny, caring and a true outdoorsman as well.

Even when things are crappy, I know I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Peace, Love & Family

Hoosier Barn Chick

 

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