"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Life as I know it

begins each morning with the sun peeking over my mountains.

consist of kiddy pool desert doggie dives.

allows a clothespin to hang with the clouds.

always is a place where one can see the light.  Feel free to request 

 requires me to pass by this every single day.  Any idea what this is?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Simple Life

Salad made with shredded cabbage,spinach, greens, romaine lettuce and shredded carrots.  
Sides to add included onions, celery, cauliflower, and cheese. 

Monday, April 22, 2013


is how old I was when I had my first beer.  Did you expect that?  I was with my entire family and we were visiting another family.   I did not expect to be offered a beer but I was offered the beer by the 12 year old son of the other family.  Oh that was one horrible beer.

My step dad drank Stroh's beer.  In fact, nearly 34 years later I can recall the jingle " One beer lover to another, Stroh's beer."

During high school, I went to many parties and can honestly say, that every party had alcohol available.  Pretty much every single year I was in high school at least one student died while driving under the influence of alcohol.

 I did not like the taste of alcohol.  But it was part of the life where I grew up.  Graduation parties were expected to have a keg or two.  In cars at high school dances kids had alcohol and I can remember a few dances where I saw kids with beer inside the gym. I suppose it was a different time.  I do not recall one wedding before I turned 20 that hadn't turned into a place where a good deal of people got drunk.

When Bill and I married, we were married in a Mormon (LDS) church and the reception was the strangest reception I had ever been to, as no one was drinking.  When we went on our honeymoon, we ordered wine with our dinner, perhaps to establish that we crossed over into a new threshold of adulthood or something like that.    I am smiling now, as I took one sip and told Bill I think I would prefer a coke.   He laughed and said he would too.  Since I turned 20, I have not been to one wedding where alcohol has been served.  

I had my last taste of alcohol nearly 25 years ago.  I do not miss it.  I understand that many people drink alcohol responsibly and have never had an issue with it.  For me, I think my issue was twelve, as in twelve was when I had my first taste of alcohol.

I grew up in a predominately rural area that was  settled by a large population of German immigrants.  My step dad was a professor at a local college and mom stayed home.  We lived in a nice home and every single one of my siblings went to college.   Is this how America is now?  Is this how America has always been?  I wonder, as I type, because I cannot enter a grocery without passing the liquor section first.   Something that is not common out west but was common in Ohio was the drive thru convenient store.  In my 45 year old mind I am deeply reflective, as it makes drinking while driving incredibly easy, don't you think? 

I am not trying to step upon a bandwagon that is crying for Prohibition once again.  I am not one to say that if one has alcohol in their homes or if they drink that they are the problem or that it is a problem.  As I said earlier, I am deeply reflective as I type this post.  Most who read this are not alcoholics.  Many may be surprised by my revelation of when I began to drink.  If nothing else, I have tried to be as sincere and honest with the life I have and the life I have lived.  I am not perfect and have never tried to perpetuate that persona.

I am simply Jennifer a woman that should never been exposed to alcohol when a child.

I am Jennifer, the niece of an alcoholic.   I am Jennifer, the cousin of an alcoholic.  I am Jennifer, the grandaughter of an alcoholic, and I am Jennifer, the sister of an alcoholic. 

Life is like a

petri dish
if you forget to clean the coffee pot out.   

Bill was gone last week and I am not a coffee drinker so the pot was neglected until Thursday.  Hmm...can't decide if I am the worst at housecleaning or the best at growing spores of something pretty grossly cool.  

Have a lovely day from the Double Nickel Farm!

Friday, April 19, 2013

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

I recommend

 a documentary on Netflix~

Chemerical: Refining Clean for a New Generation
Below is the trailer 

Let me know if you have watched it.

Updates soon on easy to make, low cost cleaners for the home that are not toxic to the inhabitants!

Monday, April 15, 2013

Monday Critter Feature

This is Crazy Hen. 
 Feel free to ponder that in the world of political correctness. 
I will come back soon and share more about her name and why we on
the farm call her that.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Window to my World

Here are some photos from my world:

I have shared my laundry room makeover, but I think I forgot to share the ceiling.
 Here it is!

Even kitty is reflective at sunset!  The views at sunset are breathtaking.

I have a sandy hill in my back yard.  It began very small and as I vacuum
and empty the contents of the vacuum canister it grew and grew and grew!

Okay, maybe this is photo from the White Sands of New Mexico...but anyone that lives in
my neck of the woods, understands that our home is a storage unit for the excess sand that is here.

I never shared last year's photos from the greenhouse. Here is a photo
from 2012.  If you look closely you can see that I used water bottles as 
my seed starting containers.  The plastic markers for each plant are cut
from plastic gallon containers. I reuse the water bottle planters.  In fact, currently 
over 100 planters are still waiting for transplant.

We still have one more freeze, then I will plant everything outdoors.
When the children were small Bill and I would take many photos
to get the annual photo.  No matter the age...it seems we do the same.
Laughter, silliness and even closed eyes happen at every age!!
No matter, I keep the out-takes as well, as I love my cuties ever so much.

Ah the White Sands...if you haven't been you should try and visit. 
For those that live here, do you still go?  It is such a lovely place to go
to barbecue and visit with friends and family.  I have repeatedly shared that 
stay-cations (vacations without leaving your neck of the woods) are great 
vacations.  With the cost of fuel you need not be dismayed, and instead should
just re-evaluate what you and your family can do this year.
The mountains I call my mountains~ this is why I love my farm and
awake each morning anticipating the view that awaits me.

and to close my window you can see another project behind the chickidoodles and 
turkey. A fence removed and a better fence to replace it.  The farm is a place of
a million projects, million dollar views, and my heart.  

Thanks for visiting the Double Nickel Farm today!

** I thought I would add that the water bottles were recycled as I am that frugal and often look at items wondering what other purpose it may have!

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

When in Rome El Paso

we enjoy eating at El Taco Tote.  It  is a Mexican restaurant that tastes homemade.

You order at the counter, are given cups for drinks, then you find a table and the food is brought to you.
While waiting for the food you serve your sides at a salad bar style booth

Here is a usual sampling of our sides:
1. lettuce and limes
2. cilantro
3.  red enchilada sauce
4. Hot red sauce
5. salsa
6. radishes
7. and for me white onions

The food arrives within 5-10 minutes and it tastes like the food we make at home.
Many people label the food offered at El Taco Tote as Mexican food, but for the Double Nickel Farm family it is simply our daily food and we couldn't imagine life without it!

Monday, April 8, 2013

46 years ago today

my dad was killed in Vietnam.   I once blogged that I would not write about this anymore, but I find it impossible to not share my father.  You see our soldiers sign up for something that most do not understand.  They sign up fully aware that the ultimate sacrifice may be required.

And as recently as this past weekend America lost more soldiers in Afghanistan.  The families of these soldiers are just beginning in their grief.  They most likely cannot see past today and the pain they are feeling.

I sit here at my keyboard and wish to convey that you will never forget your soldier.  For most it tops the news in the moment then they go about their lives.  For those left behind of the fallen soldiers, your lives go on in a different way.

You try to live in a manner that you believe would make your lost one proud.
You mark birthdays and holidays by how many that your soldier has missed.

You tear up when you ponder how much you missed as well.

Most importantly, you develop a thick skin as many no longer see the worth of our military.   By allowing this dialogue to go on, you hear what is not being said...you know that your soldier died in vain for some lost cause.

I cry foul.

My dad died while serving in the US Army.  He loved this country.  He was proud that he could don the uniform and stand for something.  He understood that many may not appreciate how fragile America's freedoms are, yet served anyhow, because he knew.

America is not perfect.  America was founded with the ambition to become the place where anyone could pursue happiness. Over the course of our history wrongs have been corrected.  All the while, the world has ventured home, you know~to America, as what we take for granted, those living on foreign soil know is precious.

America is still a place many line up to move to.  America is still the place that many will break laws to have the chance to live on her soil. 

Captain David P. Gibson
KIA  April 8 1967
 I love you dad...

In Honor of Captain David P. Gibson

Sunday, April 7, 2013

I Met This Guy

well I met this man awhile ago. It was a pretty strange meeting, but we were in a different country, so I wasn't too shocked about the meeting. 

 A person that had come to know a good deal about me introduced me to this fellow. One of the main things I distinctly remember about the meeting was thinking that he had reddish hair and was wearing all red. I mean who does that? 

 I couldn't hold in my surprise and smiled and laughed out loud upon seeing him. Our common friend was German. She was most certainly one of the kindest people I have met. 

Both myself and the guy cried a good deal in our meeting, and she did nothing to comfort us. In fact, she seemed to enjoy our tears. Our German friend took time away from her schedule to introduce this guy to Bill too. I can't say for sure if he cried when he met this fellow, but I can say this with absolute certainty, inside, he was humbled. 

 You see, 20 years ago, this guy we were introduced to by my Doctor...was our precious third son. Oh what an incredible day that was, and fast forward 20 years, I can honestly say that I shed some tears today. 
 All because.  
You see being this man's mother has been a great privilege that I take very seriously.

We had a simple gathering to reminisce about times of old and how our third son has left his teens behind him!

Third had cupcakes
and a family BBQ made by Bill and I.

I am thankful that our goofs are never too old to have us sing to them.

Now I am off to ponder a shocking bit of trivia...all of my sons are in their 20's, yep I am getting old!!

In Spite of the Times

We on the farm have continued on in our efforts to transform our corner of the world.  I haven't said much of late on what is happening in the world.  It is not because I am ignoring what is going on.  I have shared for several years about the importance of preparing for times of crises.  Never have I pushed for anyone to do anything more than we on the farm have done.

We had our own personal crisis that turned our lives upside down.  I am very thankful for that as we are more aware of how everything can change in an instant.  This is true for anyone.  Each of us is but one natural disaster away from a crisis.

Then what?  Could you and your family make due?  Could you and your family find shelter, food, clothing, and/or any medical needs or supplies?  Could you and your family start again with little to nothing?

Could you leave your home in less than an hour~for ever?  

Then what?  Have you implemented even the most basic of preparatory plans?  You know, an emergency kit for the vehicle, and a grab bag in case you must flee due to any circumstance?  

Like I shared above, my family has learned because of a personal crisis.  The times we live in may create a national crisis.   Then what?  Things are very sketchy worldwide because of gross misspending of governments as well as the citizens.  Every day the news is filled with political leaders pushing further and further against rights most of us have taken granted for far too long.

It is never too late to prepare.  I have written a good deal about things to do to anticipate pretty much anything.   With all of this, I will share things Bill and the kids and I have learned which in the files of restarting life have been proven critical:
1. raising livestock~caring for, butchering, etc.
2. raising poultry~caring for, butchering, etc.
3. growing foods in the harsh, arid, dry desert.
4. preserving foods by canning, pickling, drying
5. baking from scratch~including grinding flours from wheat and beans.
6. creating natural medicines using herbs
7. creating cleaning supplies using natural products
8. sewing
9. building simple sheds, coops, furniture
10.  living off a very finite amount of funding utilizing bartering, and work in trade.

I am certain we have done more, but you get the idea.  I have shared many times before that the government is not the quickest when it comes to response time for anything, so an understanding that you and your family need to act anticipating your response may be the only response for a while.

I pray that anyone that reads this appreciates that it is better to prepare before a crisis, instead of trying to plan during a crisis.

Oh and for the record, life can be amazing in spite of the times~and we on the farm have gone green...

Yep...for this former Midwest gal, I have dreamed a long time about having a yard to walk barefoot and not step on...
thorns that have literally crippled me at times!  Oh Happy Day!

Friday, April 5, 2013

Attention Soap Makers

I am looking for a homemade soap that is pretty simple.   If you sell your soaps could you please contact me with your link, pricing,  and the ingredients in the soap.

Thank you!


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Random Morning Photos

 More beginnings

 If the ground could talk...oh the stories it would tell.

The rather rough looking paw prints intermingled with the turkey prints
are the brave Athena's prints.
stumped as to what to caption this photo

 Millie awaits the side pocket treat.  She knows me too well.

 Athena working diligently to erase her tracks.  Little did she realize
I already read the sign.

 Without one tennis court in the canyon many a tennis ball turns up
~I suppose it is another mystery that needs solved. Maybe it is the same

 Have you driven a Ford lately?  Yes, as a matter of fact, I have.
I am still content with our truck.  We bought it used in 2006 and it 
is nearly 13 years old and is our *newest* vehicle.

And here is a bit of over the bumper view awaiting the sun to peek over
my mountains. 

The photos are as a random as life on the Double Nickel.
Today I will water my garden (still all in the greenhouse),  sew a bit,
work on the finishing of the walls in the kitchen, plan my grocery list,
gather eggs, take out slops, read the news around the world,  read the Bible, 
transplant a lemon tree, make my bed, sweep and mop all the floors, make shampoo, 
and send a few texts.  

Life is not to be seen through bitterness and hatred, but through  
the eyes of one that anticipates the sunrise~even though one has seen hundreds, if not thousands before.

Life is not about how perfect things are, but how things are perfect for you~in spite of flaws.

Life is to be lived.
Today will end in a matter of hours, then what?

Make the time to see things new and wonderful because you have the ability to do the tasks.
Make time to ponder your existence as you have worth beyond measure and therefore each breath you take is a miracle that need be appreciated.

Go about your day and think upon your randomness~and smile, knowing that life is a gift, 
and that today, for many around the globe, it will end.

May you decide today to take me up on the free offer that we on the farm have.  
Ask today for this for free...as we will send it to you at no charge.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Moses and Aaron

Last years rams...
Moses is looking to the camera

Not much to see aside from wool, lovely wool.

And for my Bill

You see Bill, even before I knew you, I knew what kind of a man I wanted...and to quote Meg Ryan "I wanted it to be you," long before. 

In the foyer we stash the most elegant of things

Broken in and comfy, kind of aging around the edges and comfy, or out of the box and comfy...we stash prized items in our foyer. 

Monday, April 1, 2013

From the Files...

I have been going through old photo files wondering what hasn't made it to the blog~ and thought I would share some.  

This is one of about 10 photos in this series. 
I found them on my camera a few years ago.
Will I ever know the entire story behind the murder by farmyard eggs?
Most likely not. 
Did I crack up when I saw the photos?  Absolutely!
I do know why kitty's coat is so shiny and plush!

I will say that my kids make me smile.

Here is Third.
I did not take this photo either, but discovered about 30 photos 
that Fourth and Third had taken with one on the ground
and the other on the roof.
Pretty neat.

This is my daughter and one of her friends.
I love the White Sands of New Mexico.

When we first got this kitty she would sleep in crazy places
and we would search and search for her.

We found her this time on top of  a freezer in a crock pot.

My mountains.
I thought I would share a photo of them in white as this winter
we did not really have a deep, cold winter and I missed this.

And here are my mountains being overtaken by a dust storm. 
Yes it was that massive.

I can't believe how time passes so quickly.  I am slow to post the garden plans, the spring cleaning projects, my sewing projects, as well as this, that and the other.  

As this is the year of gratitude on the farm, I would like to share that I have been spending a good deal of time in thought, prayer, and appreciation for those around me~especially my handsome Bill.