"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

Monday, June 6, 2016

Happy Birthday

to my oldest.  You have been with us the longest, in fact, you have been with Dad and I almost as long as we have been together (minus 10 months).  We love you and delight in the man you have become.

Wishing you the Happiest of Birthdays...where mac and cheese, hotdogs, and rice are a mile high with cayenne pepper and ketchup~

 
I love you, my very firstest Bubboo.
Mom

***I tried to make this post time accurate to when First arrived!

A Post to Challenge Modern Thought

 I am about a year away from turning 50.   I am the seventh of eight children.  From ages 5-18 I grew up in a very rural area in the Midwest.  I was a tomboy, which when I was a girl was defined as behaving, playing, and acting like a boy.  It is funny because I was certain that as I began this post I knew where I was going, but here I am changing a bit as I begin.  You see, I also loved playing with dolls.  Soft baby dolls that I played school with as well as took them to bed with me when I slept.   I had the Fisher Price house, barn, school, and castle and played make believe ALL the time.   Therefore I was a typical child.

 I loved Matsu, our Akita.  He was so gentle and kind and followed me everywhere.  I used to pretend I was on expeditions where I was alone in the world aside from him.

I loved the stories of Daniel Boone and had my very own Daniel Boone coonskin cap.  I wore it far too much.  I also remember sleeping with it on.  I was an avid game player and I am pictured here in my coonskin cap, with my oldest brother and we are playing chess.

My imagination was always on full speed ahead.  This room was called the activities room and it was where the kids kept their toys and games.  It also had the washer and dryer in it.  I look at this photo and am taken back immediately.  I was playing train.  The card table in the back left was one station and the chairs lined up by the door was another.  Thank goodness boxes where permitted as toys as I clearly was oblivious that they were not real toys.   My companions were Pepper and Matsu. 

Matsu was an amazing dog as he became my horse in many of my adventures.  The winter knit hat on my head-with the fuzzy ball-was my imaginary cowboy hat.  Seriously.  I never considered that it wasn't anything but a cowboy hat.

My red wagon, which I was given for my sixth birthday, was never really a wagon but a prairie schooner.   I was a cowboy/cowgirl heading west.  I had everything planned for my travels and Matsu the Akita horse was the lead.

One time we went to a petting style zoo and were permitted to sit on the giant tortoise.  In that moment I was Jacques Cousteau and my adventure and thoughts were of the strange and amazing critters that were in the waters, oceans and far away places. (making note that I always have loved the keds style tennis shoes~and boy did I wear them out!)

 My brothers UJ and Pete and I were rodeo kings in this photo.  It is actually a series of three where we were completely hamming up for the photos.  I remember riding that horse all the time and at times I recall falling over the head as I was going so fast.  

My brother Pete and I along with a neighbor boy played that we were the Three Investigators (old throwback for any that remember), and I also thought that if we only had vines I could be Tarzan (not Jane).

I dreamed of becoming an ice skater like Dorothy Hamill, a baseball player like Johnny Bench and Mike Schmidt, and even an Olympian like Bruce Jenner.  I played hard.  I wanted to be a marine biologist, a farmer, a teacher, and so many more things...because I was a child. 

I never thought about being a girl aside from girls used one bathroom and boys the other (at school).  I bathed with my brother Pete and used to sit with Pete while UJ  was sitting on the potty, because UJ would read to us.  It is silly the memories I have now as they would all be interpreted and diagnosed and the leading thinkers of the day would say that I was a boy in a girls body, that identified as an athlete and on and on.  

In today's world I would have been steered hard to become a boy.  Maybe around 12-15 I would be coached into a gender reassignment surgery because as a child in today's world there is no gray make-believe area.  It is now iron clad truth who we pretend to be, is who we are. 

I SAY NO. 

You see, all of the fantasy, make believe and pretending that I did as a child, and that children do, is really training for adult life.  I was not seeking to become a boy because I enjoyed athletics, outdoor activities, and animals.  I was becoming the me I am today.  I most certainly am a woman.  I was then even though I desired to also be Daniel Boone.   If we cater to the pretend world of a child we are damaging or altering the course of life that it will become.  We destroy the innocence of a child when we discuss genders in the explicit detail that we are because at a young age it is not about identity it is only about how to use your body to go potty.  Sexual thoughts at age 6 SHOULD not be introduced.  

Telling a child that they are a boy trapped in a girls body is EVIL, when the child is playing.  We are destroying the next generation all for our own filthy lusts and desires. 

Because of this confusion we are creating what is happening in NY where a person can identify themselves out of 31 different genders. 1

 The world is upside down.   In 2 Timothy 3:1-3:7 we read:
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.  For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,  Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;  Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.  For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts,  Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

There is truth but one must seek it especially in a world that is so darkened.  


1 Hasson, Peter. New York City lets you Choose from 31 Different Gender Identities.  Daily Caller. com. 5/24/16. Web. 6/6/16

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Always something

to do in the life and times of the Double Nickel.

Old fencing needs to be unwound and re-purposed for new chickie pens.

I really

like these trees with the trunk that is green.  I haven't looked up what kind of tree they are but I see them a good deal in El Paso and think perhaps someday we will plant a few of them on the farm.

Friday, June 3, 2016

My Love Story

Bill and I met almost 28 years ago.  I believe in love at first sight.  Yep, I do, as it happened to me.  I knew the minute I saw my Bill I was in love.  But being in love and having a long loving marriage are two different things.  I thought I would share my love story with an abundance of photos as that is me.
Love is something that isn't easy to define.  For me love is like breathing and without love (and by love I mean my Bill), I will not be.  Bill and I work daily at maintaining our love.  We are most definitely not the wealthiest people in the country, but we can fashion homespun things that are reminders for the other that we are thinking of them.  The photo above was the gate to my raised bed garden.  One day Bill left me a simple wire heart.  This was a love note to me from him. I am so thankful that I understand.  You see, men and women are different and what we think (or are conditioned to expect) a love note should be is far different than what a man thinks a love note should be.  This heart~well it is filled with a million words of love from Bill.
 
For no reason a window can be filled with love notes for a cutie pie.  I made these from  wax paper folded and melted crayon and then cut out the shapes.  

Doodles can say a lot.  At the kids computer center (we homeschooled), the area became just like in public schools with doodles on the table.  One day, I added my own.  The next day I saw the LOL, and I smiled because I realized that the doodle from me to Bill caught the eye of one of the kids.  It is important even if they LOL something that they know 100% that Bill and I love each other.  

When we were putting the floors in, the house was more dusty than ever (even for living so close to the White Sands), and I made a mess into a note for Bill.  Maybe notes in dust illuminate my not so amazing housekeeping, but I see a note as something that lets Bill know clearly that I love him.

Sometimes love notes can be created by using baling wire, gourd tops, and remnants of clothes.  You see I made the farmer and his wife and they are the main characters in my love story.
 
Do you want to know something incredible?  God writes us love notes as well.  This was one of the rams born on the farm.  Can you see his heart? 
 
Other times love can be reinforced because of a simple roadside picnic.  Being with my Bill is perfect no matter where we are.  We do not need fancy places to go, or expensive items to build our love.  It is simply being together and sharing ourselves that builds and strengthens our love. 

Flowers are the go to for gifts when in love.  I do not receive many flowers as why pay for something that will die, but my Bill does send me a bouquet photo from wherever he goes.  If we are in the store together he will point to a beautiful arrangement and say that I am as beautiful as that arrangement.  
 
I really understood how much Bill loved me when the kids were born.  I think I should say it more clearly.  You see, as a mom with four kids so small, Bill would take over and give me a break when he came home.  He would allow me to take a soaking bath or read on the bed for a bit so I could reboot.  This is the greatest of gifts to a young mom.  Time.  Bill showed many, many times his love by helping me.  Changing a diaper, making breakfast, and playing on the floor with the kids.  This is not something you should say~well of course he should do this he is the dad.  You should take the time and appreciate that love for you and your love in return are made up in a million teeny tiny things that no love story or movie can equal as they seem so mundane.
 
These gloves are a love note to me as well.  You see Bill puts these on and works hard on the farm to provide for us.  This is love.  His hands are a testament to our success as a couple as he has never hesitated to provide for us all of these years.  He is willing to do whatever to ensure our success.  Oh how a simple poem or card cannot even come close to the words that the gloves reveal even though they are not spoken but speak volumes. 
 
The wood pile is a warm and snuggly love letter to me.  It encircles me in the coldest of times and reminds me that once again Bill puts a tremendous effort in making sure I am comfortable.  That is love. 
Trust me, I am corny about letting Bill know I love him.    

I will say, if the moment hits Bill will create  a love note.  I received the above note when we only had one child. I still cherish it as seriously, Bill IS pretty crafty when he wants to be!
 
But this is as amazing to me as the love note above it.  You see, Bill drives home as quick as possible if there is a rattlesnake in the yard near the house.  This is LOVE.  I am so stinkin' afraid of snakes I cannot breathe when I see them.  I only maintain visual of the snake until my Knight in Shining Armor comes home and battles the dragon snake.  

The four letters hang in our dining room.  It is a reminder to any and all that we LOVE in this house.  

Sometimes I will leave a note for Bill where he will find it.  It is not on paper.  I want him to know when he is about working for the success of our family that I am thinking of him.  

Everything can be made into something to cherish and remind you of why you married your spouse.  Bill gave me a cookbook in 1994 that makes my eyes tear up...a simple moment captured from a young husband to his wife.  


Bill and I are older.  We are not models.  We aren't the fittest folks on the block.  I am completely gray.  Bill is 50-50 gray.  We aren't as up and going as we were.  But we are still in love.  We are the best we can be for the other.  In fact, I told Fourth the other day, that there are about 3.5 billion men on the planet and dad is the most attractive, smartest, kindest, gentlest, manliest man for me!  It is all about perspective.  

Oh and Bill, I wrote you another note.  I am not sure if you have seen it yet, so when you see this post, let me know where this note is!
Bill I love you forever and a day.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Jarritos

is a Mexican soda brand.
I usually drink about 4 of the mandarin flavored soda each month.  It is my sneaky delight when I grocery shop.  It costs $.67 per bottle.  I try and have one or two of the Mexican colas on hand for when one of the kids stops by as a sweet treat for them. 

Until I look at my pantry shelves or in the fridge I forget that food and drinks are regional and what is a choice food here may not even be heard of elsewhere.  Today I thought I would share a window to something in my corner of the world. 

If you have written about something or plan to on your blog,  feel free to share in the comments so we can come over and have a sneak peak into your corner!

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

I am going

to sew today. I have had a long several months and haven't taken the time to sew and I think it is just the thing I need to do for mental break. 

Carl Larrson print