"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

Friday, January 13, 2012

Dear Mel I think we found your car

I had to go to town today, and ended up picking Bill up and running the errands. While out and about we stopped in here and there and ended up pulling over and snapping a photo of Mel Gibson's car. You know~the one from Mad Max.

Well maybe it isn't the car, but it certainly made a couple married many years giggle like school kids. Sometimes life gives you an opportunity to smile...so smile!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Something Old

My Bill celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago, and I did not share any photos. While sorting my desktop photos I found this one and thought I would share.

Bill is finally as old as me~for six months. Yes, I robbed the cradle. I couldn't help myself.His birthday was December 25 and we always celebrate his birthday with cheesecake. To my Bill I am so glad that the photo is the something old I am sharing, as you are the same as you were the day we met.

How I really feel about the 2012 election cycle

I had to go into town yesterday and realized that many were wondering how I feel about this candidate or that candidate. As I take you through my day, I will share my thoughts.

Elections in the US have become like sporting events. The masses are divided into two opposing groups and are riled up with slogans, speeches, and mud.

I think often about how easy it is to get the common man divided and fightin'. It is as easy as a hen jumping in the farm truck. This is Rose. I opened my door and then walked around to gather something from the other side. I cannot reach the other side so I must walk around. Rose hopped in. She is the friendliest bird we have had in a while. She will jump up on the porch and peek in the windows and even tried to come in the house once.

We common folks are busy. We have bills to pay, children to raise, and jobs that take us from home at least 40 hours a week without considering drive time. So our elected officials(I see them as the political class-or America's royalty), have to work hard to make us mad at each other, otherwise we will note something very important about them. You see if we do not work and supply money for them via taxes, they cannot live the lives they have become accustomed to. Our elected officials have many perks and they lead us much like these rams that I had to wait for while heading in town.
These rams are armed-in case you missed it, with horns. Our elected officials are armed with our money and fear. They say things that are horrible: Children will starve, racism will increase, the elderly will die-and then blame the other party.

Then they have the masses do their work ensuring that we loose touch with real concerns that our government should be involved in~and voila they are elected. This is Fourth opening the front gate. The basket is for FED EX...as they do not come onto the farm, but leave the package at the gate. Unlike the infamous tossing of a package our delivery guys set the box down and beep if it is large.

As I head off my property I drive on this county road. Note the lack of pavement. This is fine with me. We bought the farm knowing that it was remote. No occupiers here protesting the 1%'ers and paved roads of gold that go directly to their ginormous houses.

Our politicians are wasteful of our money, our time, and of our services. This is the first paved road I hit off the farm. Note the yellow line down the center. We have very little traffic on this road, I used to count the cars and came up with a grand total of 10 cars per day! Yes ensuring that this road has a yellow marker down it, right off an unpaved road...is, well interesting.

In town around 4 pm the traffic became almost unbearable. So many cars going through the intersection! All kidding aside, the presidential campaigns are unbearable. We were not allowed to use President Obama's middle name, mention his attendance in a radical church or any of his friends(that helped launch his political career) because they were linked to terrorism. Oh and we were never allowed to see one college paper, one transcript or any military service he did(because he did not serve). All the while, we are to question whether a Mormon can be president, question the intelligence of the governor from Texas, and read some thoughts by Paul that have some radical things in them. It is unbearable. Oh and what Clinton did with women was his personal matter, but we have to go over and over Newt's marriages and divorces.

I do feel like they are the ones out of touch with the people. Floating in their luncheons, dinners, and fundraisers trying to tell me about how things are for me. Things are fine with me, if all the politicians respect the Constitution. It is not a living document, but I do believe it can be amended. I wish to express that I do not believe any of the politicians will give up any money, or work to remove bills that are already on the books. Yet we the people bicker over Democrat and Republican like we are on a football team...all the while, in plain site our elected officials spend, waste and spend some more. Oh and they do not spend their money. They spend ours. They make sure their money is protected whereas ours is not even guaranteed to go to our children when we die.

Some folks have taken to blogs, Facebook, or Twitter giving shout outs to their guy, and belittling the rest of the folks that do not share the same letter~Democrat or Republican. We need to forget the roaring for one side or other and think very seriously about what we expect of our politicians.

I am one that lives very conservatively and love the code of the old west. Life really is that simple. When others start thinking about how they can spend your money things get muddled up.

Moral character is as important to me in a politician as their political beliefs. But as a nation we have put aside this trait. We have ignored behaviors of our politicians that are bordering on criminal if not criminal.

I am sickened by our politicians. This does not mean I do not pray for them and pray for our nation to get back to our roots. I find every single candidate lacking more than in simple things to become a president. I believe that our nation has stopped promoting good morals and standards and as a result~everything goes.

It is time to be serious. Stop the political nonsense and figure out that most of what our government is doing is wrong. States should decide what goes on in their states. Local communities should decide what local schools teach. Lowering the standards has only produced candidates that are not as much worried about America, as much as they are worried about themselves. I am not interested in this anymore. If the Tea Party is serious then we need to get back to basics...
By the way, on my adventure to town, I found a cute Pyrex bowl. I really love Pyrex and enjoy collecting a piece here and a piece there-but always within my budget. Unlike politicians, here on the farm, I know that when the money runs out I cannot spend any more. So I collect Pyrex-at thrift stores and yard sales. It is wonderful to find a new piece for less than a dollar.

It used to be our citizens understood egg money, putting things up and planning long term. We have disconnected ourselves from our roots and go for flash...or someone that can speak very well, even if using a teleprompter. I think I would like to see a callous or two on the candidates hands. I would like to know if they know how to change a tire. I would like to know if they instilled in their children the hope that America had for so many years. I would like to see if they or their children served this nation. I would like to see the rolls of their families and how they supported their communities- not in uprising and occupying, but by showing up after a crises and helping their neighbors. After Hurricane Katrina, I would like to know how many politicians rolled up their sleeves and helped out their fellow citizens?
Not many, although a large number went to Louisiana to oversee the damage and then come back and blame then President Bush. I think it is time to stop blaming anyone but ourselves. We allowed this to progress to the point where we are electing pain in the fanny~ narcissistic people who want to spend the sweat of my earnings for their programs.

Enough already.
To clear things up~I am sickened by our political system. I say NO MORE. It is time for real hope and real change~unless it is already too late.


New Blogger: link fixed

A new blogger is sharing her journey becoming self-sufficient and I thought I would share her blog with the readers of the farm. Her post about having to put down a hen really brings to life what we farmers do and the emotions that go with it.

Please jump over to Patti's and welcome her to the blog world and say Jennifer sent ya!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

I can so I can

The political scene is a bit crazy so I have been posting simple posts about life. Yes I have an opinion. No my vote does not matter. Now before anyone gets up in arms, please recall I live in New Mexico. One does not show identification to vote here~and although I am an optimist, my vote against those that may or may not be legal/alive/or even human is cancelled several times over. Not that my optimism will end, but for today and for the last little bit, I am thinking upon the times and what it will truly take to make a change in America.

Now back to my regularly scheduled blogging post! I have made 2012 the year of the flower and the year I am canning a large volume of our foods. If we cannot eat the foods fresh, then my goal is to preserve the food to eliminate all the extra nonsense added. I cleaned the fridge yesterday which made me realize that it was time to can vegetable stock.

My archaeological dig in the fridge uncovered 1/2 head of lettuce, 1/2 head of cabbage and two carrots that had seen better days. I chopped these items up and added four potatoes, 3 garlic cloves, 2 onions, and some dried parsley. I went back one more time to the archaeological site and discovered 1/2 cup of chopped tomatoes~perfect!

With these items I added 7 quarts of water.

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And as I looked upon the veggies I realized I needed more green so I added 1/2 cup of frozen spinach. I simmered these veggies for a good long while.

Then I strained the liquid. Three times.

And look as these veggies. All mushy and ready for the chickies. Well not today as these veggies are going to make something more for the farm! I canned the vegetable stock according to the canning book~food safety is of utmost importance. After simmering the veggies and straining them~
I ended up with 5 quarts of vegetable stock.
Remember these veggies? I added them to 20 lbs of tomatoes and another onion and some salt~

and began simmering tomato vegetable medley juice! It was so amazing to squish and squeeze the veggies one more time and once all was strained (twice),

I ended up with 7 quarts of what can only be described as a V-8* compatible drink!! I am looking forward to the year and what else I am able to can maintaining my frugal lifestyle with taste. (once again follow the book on canning and be sure to add either lemon juice or an equivalent).

Finally, although I was thinking of ways to use the squeezed tomato/veg medley, I opted to toss the tomatoes into the chickidoodles slop bucket!

Oh and have you ever heard of a shortstop? We call a shortstop someone that takes something while the food was being passed to another at dinner. For example, "please pass the peas." As it is passed (to the left) if someone decides they want peas, they say, "shortstop!" While cooking the veggies, both Bill and Fourth shortstopped the canning process, as they could not resist the aromatic flavors wafting around the house. Like always simple things makes me smile on the farm!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Did you ever

do something because it reminded you of your childhood? My mom made a train set that would fold up on the wall like a Murphy bed. On the bottom she painted every state where each child was born. I loved it. I always knew in my home I would do something like that.

Many years ago we bought a pine table and benches. I began adding where each of us where born and down the center added two food scriptures. I was not a Christian so I used a Bible on hand not knowing the many versions that exist in the world. I have not changed anything aside from adding several years ago all the places we have lived along the edges. Thankfully we have only moved 34 times so the places we lived fit around the edges.*I was playing around on picnik dot com and kind of liked how this showed all the nicks and cuts. This table has been the school table for 18 years as well as the breakfast~lunch~and dinner table. Many family memories are affixed to this table. In fact many forts have been built under this table!

Thought I would share this again. This is a simple remedy to hang work gloves. It is a yard stick cut in half with glued on clothespins. We use gloves every day on the farm to feed, work on projects, as well as gardening. Extra pairs await any day workers that show up for in trade items (farm fresh meats or eggs). My gloves~on the bottom right are the garden gloves and the turquoise gloves. Gloves are kind of big for me so I ended up using children's garden gloves. I have the turquoise gloves because I do live in New Mexico, and they match my Crocs!

On the table are some granny squares I am working on. I have never made a granny square quilt but decided in 2012 I am going to.

To maintain my theme of being careful to use it up, wear it out, make it do, I am sharing what a farm sheet looks like. And yes, the cat is just about to roll off the bed. She was attacking playing with me as I was putting the freshly solar dried sheet on the bed. Many may scoff at repairing something to the point that the repair takes place of the item, but for me it is about being debt free. By the way, the sheet does match the rest of the bedding~

This is a blanket I sewed about five years ago. All of the denim is from pants that the children, Bill or I wore. I have saved from the point we married cutting pieces out and putting them in a box collecting until I had enough squares. For me, home is filled with my creations. It is a place I can set the tone for the family. By the way I do like the simple majestic beauty of Creations. Rough around the edges, imperfect to landscapers but captivating~

Like the view from my front porch. Beautiful, unique, and breathtaking~don't you think?

Now back to an unedited photo of the kitchen table~

In all its glory. Top places are purple- Germany, blue-Utah, brown-Texas, Pink-California, Red-Georgia, and green Germany.

In the King James the verses are:

Galatians 5:22-23
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

Matthew 4:4
But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.

*we were active duty military during the Clinton years draw down.The longest we have lived in one place is...drum roll please~the farm!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Where's Waldo~New Mexico Style

As we have mountains to surround us many children in New Mexico missed out dearly on playing the shape in the cloud game. I played that as a child. The rules are simple, lay on your back and see if you can see a shape in the clouds. We do have clouds in New Mexico. Magnificent ones at that, with incredibly wide open skies, but the ground is too hot, the snakes slither too and fro and grass is something that one has to go to the park to walk upon. So most children play the shape in the mountain game.

The children find the Lady of the Mountain while they play. It is easy would you like to play?

Check out this photo.
Do you see the Lady of the Mountain?

While wondering if you see her, I will share a few photos from around the farm.

The little bird with the red breast is a pyrrhuloxia. I love them~and love the calls they make to one another.

Saturday the oldest came home and so I was able to snap a quick bench pile up! Third was working so as life is the photo is only of the three.

My lovely Fourth, Second, and First! Thanks to these goofs, we were able to have more wood split and stacked, as last February reminded us that winter can surprise even a desert dweller!

Now back to the Lady of the Mountain. Did you find her? Here she is!
Can you see her? Some people say she is hard to see. For me, after several years I look to her as I drive in the community and smile. What makes your community unique? Do you have something that makes you smile as you drive here and there?

Have a lovely day!