"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, June 23, 2017

Asking for your Support

Tonight Bill announced he is running for Sheriff on the Republican ticket of Otero County, New Mexico. 

 I am asking my readers if you would take the time to swing by his website and make a donation.  As citizens we have been asked repeatedly what is needed for the country, and what can we do to make America great, to borrow from President Trump.  Bill's answer is simple. Start at home.

Bill is running for Sheriff because change happens at home. Not to stir up people into causing a riot, but by simply rolling up ones sleeves and figuring out what needs to be done and doing it.

I thought I would share the text of Bill's announcement speech while we are awaiting the video:

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Bill Garza and I am here today because of a couple of decisions I made in 1988.  But before I get to explaining those decisions, tonight, I am formally announcing my candidacy for Sheriff of Otero County.

Now back to those decisions.  I met my wife and two days later asked her to marry me-that was my first great decision, and the second-right after we were married I told her that one day I would be Sheriff.  Since that time I have been working towards that goal.

Let me explain.
I am a family man, married almost 29 years to my best friend Jen, and we have 4 children, and 2 grandchildren, oh and one more on the way, due in late September, early October.

I served honorably in both the Army and Army National Guard.  I have been in law enforcement on both the administrative side and the street for 23 years.

Over the following year you will learn much about me. My mentors, great leaders in their communities, will share their thoughts on my abilities.

But more importantly you will learn that I have a motto I have lived by.  Honest and true in all that I do, and I have instilled this into my children, my grandchildren will learn it...

and as Sheriff of Otero County I will continue to apply it.

Thank you for your time. I look forward to serving as Sheriff of Otero County. 

Vote Bill Garza

To make a donation to the campaign please click here.

The email: votebillgarza@gmail.com
Here is Bill making the announcement during the Republican meeting.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Something to think about

as you go about your day.  I recently saved a photo that was of a receipt from May 9, 2017.

I saved it from someone on Face*book, and to be honest cannot remember who posted it.  I am going to write about it here because this is my personal space to share my thoughts. 

Now all of my adult life I have been pro law enforcement.  I know many have opinions that aren't the same as mine and may even have stories to back up their opinions.  My opinion is based on my experience with my husband and family connected to the badge. 

Our country is at a point where hate seems to speak louder than love.  When we hate we stand and SCREAM from every corner, even if our hate may be stirred by false reports, the media, or even high ranking politicians who do not wait for facts but escalate emotions. 

I do not support this.  In spite of others, we must be the person that we are. Our character must remain intact.

When another tells us something we disagree with, we need not lower our standards.

That is what happened when this person did not tip the waitress.  They based their tip on her opinions and not the service.

They acted upon hate instead of love.  Now I am not some hippy singing person that thinks we all are going to be loving and kind.  Even Jesus turned over tables in the Temple.  But not liking cops is an opinion and based on the evidence-the receipt, that was the server's only flaw. 

I am so against this and how the waitress was treated.  I wish we could find this waitress and correct this action.  We don't even know who did this...or if it was done by one behind the badge.  But what we do know is this, times are quite different than they have ever been.  Social media seems to encourage negative treatment much more quickly than positive treatment.

I challenge everyone to stand to be a better person than even you think you are.  Rise to your potential instead of lowering to the gutter.

And with that, I will carefully step down off my soap box  and get back to my day job of being Gigi to a cutie pie that is currently playing in a box instead of the toy that came in the box!

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

June is the birthday month on the farm

for four of 10 members of the family.  Now that the kids are now adults we do things differently.  Bill and I have a theme each year and the first member of the year to have a birthday is First's sweetie and from her to the end of the year everyone has the same type of birthday.

It doesn't change that in my brain I still see my kids as wee ones and they have my heart and it smiles so much.  But I am content that the usual birthday meal I have made for First for about 25 of his 28 birthdays was made by his amazing wife this year.  

On to the Birthday group posting~
Dear First, Happy Birthday my handsome sweetie pie.  Dad and I love you and are so glad that you are doing the things you are doing.  You changed our lives all those years ago and gave us our new names of Dad and Mom.  Thank you.

Dear Second, Happy Birthday to my handsome cutie petootie.  Dad and I weren't even sure we would ever be able to have another child after First and then surprise you joined the family!!  You changed Dad's and my name to Papa and Gigi with your lovely sweet little G1.  He makes me tear up with how much he has my heart. Thank you.

Dear GI, Happy 2nd birthday to you our firsty grandbaby!!! You are such a light in the family and you make us all happy.  The first time you said Papa and then Gigi you gained something you don't even realize, as we would do anything for you~even at our ancient ages!

And finally, the last birthday for the month of June is the writer of this post.  I am hitting a big milestone according to the world.  I suppose it is a big milestone but for me it is simply another day that I can have some pumpkin pie with cool whip. 

What unites the four of us is something that is pretty neat.  We all have something that makes us first.  Our First...was the first baby.  Our Second gave us the first grandbaby.  Our G1 is the first grandbaby and I am the first one that was born in the entire Double Nickel Farm family as I am the oldest~even older than my Bill.  Well not by much but in the eyes of the youth it is enough to make me seem like I have a foot in the grave.  For the remaining Farm Family~as we are all so competitive I am certain you can rebut this post with some first's of your own, and I expect to hear about them soon.  For Third, I expect in your next letter after I send you this post, for you to send me a response~

Challenge on and ps...I love each and every one of you more than I can even put to words.

Happy Birthday to the Four!!

Bonus Photo: BedHead Fashion Show:
Bill, Second and I did a really simple birthday this morning for G1, we will be celebrating the birthday with the family soon, but today we sang and gave him cake for breakfast and gave him his little riding rocket car.  But the prize photo of the morning was when he wanted to wear Papa's work socks rolled up a bit so they fit.  He loves to copy Papa in the morning, by shaving, brushing his teeth and putting on the socks...

ps...to my little sister who also shares a June birthday~for June each year you are a member of the Farm family. Love you and will never forget how much better life has been since you were born.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Not here

never, not in my town.  It seems like human nature causes us to ignore reality at times.  When Bill and I found our southern New Mexico home we fell in love.  We did check the crime stats and weather and all the things one does before moving.  It was a very safe place and to be honest still is a safe place to live.

But, and this is a biggie, we may have had the glasses of small town America on and somewhat have ignored the reality that bad things can happen anywhere at anytime.

We have known this a good amount of time, but we got comfortable in our simple life and forgot.  Then September 2, 2016 reminded us once again:  Officer Clint Corvinus was shot and killed while on duty.  His death rocked our community to the core.

Yesterday, our community had another wake up call.  We had an active shooter that engaged with law enforcement and citizens.  This shooter then holed up in a local pistachio ranch/ business.
I have written about McGinn's and even sent care package from McGinn's here and there about the country.  While fleeing law enforcement the suspect locked himself in the business with 14 citizens to include one small child. 

There were no fatalities.  There was a massive crime scene as it spilled on the highway with an accident,  shots fired,  and a hostage situation.  Madness can and often happens pretty much everywhere.*

We must never forget this.  We must be ever vigilant to our surroundings and live life but with awareness and not so into say our cell phone that we miss cues that could leave us safe when a crisis arises.

Be smart.  Be aware.  Be safe.
To the local law enforcement and first responders~thank you so much.

* Disclaimer~this is an active criminal investigation and what I shared is my narrative quite short and without much details.  My information came from Kenneth Bass: News FLASH Alamogordo
UPDATE - June 19, 2017
From: Community Radio 95.1 FM - KALH
Ken Bass reporting News and Commentary

and what was released to the community. 

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to my readers.

Dads are pretty important so I want to wish a very special Happy Father's Day to my goof troop's dad...also known as my Bill.

To my sons and I mean to each one of you...being a dad is such a wonderful thing to be and all of you are amazing~have a Happy Father's Day.

I have a million things I could say about how incredible dads are and that none have to be the same or do the same things.  In the eyes of a child a dad is and can be everything.  Take time to appreciate this and because some never have the blessing of having a dad in their lives.

Monday, June 12, 2017

Well I love learning new things

even if it is of no real importance.
I went thrifting the other day and picked up $8.00 worth of books.  Some were directed towards youth but I found Lincoln's Grave Robbers fascinating.  I don't recall ever learning that there was an attempt to steal Abraham Lincoln's body.  I guess in the scheme of things it really didn't matter because it was unsuccessful. 

I haven't read the book yet, but I have spent time online researching this little nugget from history and what I am amazed at, is how the plot was uncovered.  We think that because of technology that everyone knows our every move-which is most likely true, but in times past the nature of man allowed for the same information to spread.

With that, I challenge you to read for yourself about the attempt and discover how the plot was uncovered. 

Have a great day!!

Life and times of a little

living at Papa and Gigi's.
We attended a Memorial Day ceremony in Tularosa NM on Memorial Day.
I added this photo even if you only see my hair and arms in Bill's sunglasses 
as I love the saying on GI's shirt.
I would flex BUT I don't want to rip another tee!

Little ran around a good deal.  Papa tracked him all around the park.

We then went up to the mountains for a picnic...last Monday. But it was 
snow/hail/raining so we picnicked in the truck.

The pillows have become a daily activity. Pile them up, pack on
the blankets and jump or bury inside them!

This time we built the pile in the kitchen.

Here we made a pillow pile under the table which we made into a fort.
Leg sticking out for cuteness factor.

Little dresses himself now. 
Shirt on backwards-check.
Pajama shorts as bottoms-check.
Hoping Gigi ignores the climbing Monkey...well
she did, as she said careful, careful and then snapped a photo. 

Yes, the little lives with us a good portion of each week.  Life changes.
I have not explained too much, or I suppose anything as it is not
always easy to put in to words things.



Once again the blog reveals a life changing event.  
It is not something that matters to anyone but the farm.  It is not something that will change the world, nor will it make me famous but it will create new topics or things to share on the blog. 

Friday, June 9, 2017

Things I see

around the house.
Little tykes room...with
kitty that never likes to be seen by others,
Bonus! 

The server under the TV.
The wee one loves to pull a chair up to this and
talk about all the people in the photos.
 
Some of the indoor plants as well as some things
needing to be rehomed outdoors.
 
The stove while the old one gets repaired. Spice
area miscellaneous Jen busyness...as I love the 
color and craziness.
 
Coin Bill was given for giving the convocation
at Holloman Air Force Base National Police Week.

Back of the coin~or whatever they call the items 
they give out for such things. I know it is not a coin.
 
New area in the office that I have been working on.
Yes it is my sewing desk.  No it is not being used that way.
Oh and a bit of color is just the ticket for the chair.
 
The bookcase wall...

and finally I have been working on a drawing pencil/pastels 
I haven't been drawing/painting much lately so I am so out of touch.
But...it was a fun break. A bit more to do.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Throwback Thursday

Bill with Fourth at a Harvest Festival.

Bill with Third at a Harvest Festival.

The goof troop in front of Bill's patrol car.
l-r First, Second, Fourth, and Third.

National Police Week

Bill was asked to give the convocation for the  memorial on Holloman Air Force Base recognizing National Police Week May 15-19.
It was an honor to be able to do so. 

The memorial.


It was an incredible ceremony to witness and 
I am thankful that I was able to be there. 

The weather

was crazy last night.  The rains came, the wind blew and the house shook.  When I woke up this morning the world was calm again.  I think the storm is a reminder about things that happen in our lives.  The storms come~the storms go...and how we stand afterward reveals how we built our foundation.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Something I saw the

other day and thought of my Bill.
It was at a Hobby Lobby Store in Texas.

I looked out the window and what

did I see?  Tons of apricots on the apricot trees!

I have been drying the first batch of apricots.  I am using the solar dryer even though I am using my dehydrator trays.
We ended up with two large buckets of apricots. This is our first real harvest since we have planted them.

I wanted to use old school methods on the fruits so I washed, pitted and then flattened the apricots out.  No added citrus to stop coloring etc.   

This is how they look day 2.  Bill came up with the idea to use the old gate and swingset end.  We have the ladder on the end not photographed. If it doesn't rain, they should be dry today! 

Next I am going to freeze a bunch.
Finally I will can some preserves.

My Brother David

had a stroke on Monday.  Although he has a long road to recovery, at this point he is doing okay.  I thought I would take a few minutes and share about my brother Dave. 

Dave was the biggest of big brothers.  He was always doing things for me.  When McDonald's was giving away the character glasses of the 1970s-80s, he would always bring a glass home to me, even if I was asleep. 

When I was around 12, I nearly drowned.  I had never swam in anything besides a horse trough and had no idea that there wasn't a bottom or that a pool had a deep end etc.  My mom and step-dad were invited to an event and they brought all of us children.  The host, seeing such a large group in our family(and most certainly not thinking) yelled, last one in the pool is a rotten egg.  I took off like the rest of the kids, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the poolside and my step-dad was yelling at me.  I remember he was yelling things like, didn't you know that there was a deep end?   I was ever so ashamed and wanted to crawl back to the station wagon and go home.  But we stayed until well past dark(summertime), and I cried by myself under a tree.  Dave came to see me and brought me food, and my mom came and hugged me but I remained alone.

It was only later that mom sat me down and told me what David did.  David knew immediately that I was in trouble and went to me and began trying to save me.  He nearly drowned himself.  It was my mom, in a polyester pantsuit that walked on the bottom of the pool holding me up that saved me, and then she pulled David up as he had made it to the edge of the pool. Mom said she tried to swim but the pantsuit weighed her down.

This moment impacted my life. 

After my step-dad died ( in September of the same year), I asked mom if I could take lessons to learn to swim and learn I did at the local YMCA.

When my children were born, even though we could barely pay rent, Bill and I put the kids in swimming and I was at the city pool(well it was called a city even though it had about 5000 people) every single day in the summer.  It was a major goal that my children learned to swim and we scrimped in every area to ensure that they had lessons.

Sometimes when I awaken at night, I think about Dave, struggling and nearly dying to save me...and he was a kid himself.  A good deal has happened since that scary day, and Dave has had some serious highs in life and some even more serious lows in his life.  But to me, the Dave I remember is the brother that stood as everything for his little sister.

I pray that David recovers and is able to enjoy the rest of his life, as I love him as only a little sister can love a big brother.
Here's Dave with me by his side.
And yes, those are cleats on his feet
and saddle shoes on mine.  
ps...Cathy I am sorry I cut your head off in this photo.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Not Forgotten

Memorial is defined as preservative of memory.1

Memorial Day, an American holiday observed on the last Monday of May, honors men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military.2

This is a very sobering day.  
 Since I have been blogging here is my Memorial Day post:



Our nation has Memorial Day set aside to remember those who died while serving in the armed forces.


The price is sometimes heavy.


And although time marches on, the families never forget.   Time freezes the soldier in the age that they were killed. 
Yet the family continues on.


The weeks following the loss of a loved one must seem like 
years.
But time marches on.
Children grow up.
I love America.
I am thankful to be living in this nation.
I hate knowing exactly what is sometimes expected
from those that are in our military.
No matter how old I get, no matter how much time passes
by, I am, and always will be the baby that was born too late.
The reality of Memorial Day is that even though I am now
 a grandmother... in my heart, I am always the little girl
that wishes ever so much that she was a daddy's little girl.
 
As for the photo of the children and mom...
 The update is this.
Pictured front row left to right
Peter age-2~50 years later married 28years, 2 sons. John age 3-50 years later busy in Texas.  David age 4 in the photo-50 years later 4 children, 2 sons-in-law, 1 daughter-in-law, 7 grandchildren. Liz age 4 in photo-50 years later, 3 children, 1 son-in-law, 1 granddaughter and one on the way. Cathy age 5 in photo-50 years later married almost 33 years, 2 children.  
Back row-Mom-age 29 in the photo.  Remarried had one more daughter and a stepdaughter.  From these two daughters, 2 sons-in-law, 6grandchildren.  And the baby...me, Jenny to my family~married almost 29 years, 4 children.  2 daughters-in-law and 2 grandsons and one on the way.
Dad...remains forever 28.  
In memory of Captain David P. Gibson
KIA April 8, 1967

* I forgot to add that Mom passed away in 2011.  She outlived Dad by 44 years.

1 "Memorial." American Dictionary of the English Language.  Webster's Dictionary 1828-Online Edition. Web. May 29, 2016.
2  History.com Staff."Memorial Day." History.com. A&E Networks. 2009. Web. May 29,2016

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Wedding at White Sands


Throwback Thursday

with my Bill.
Oh how I love this man.

Dear Blog

I am sorry I have not spent more time here.  Well more time posting, as I have written a good deal and then just saved the post in the drafts.  Too many things going on and my world is in a period of readjustment.

I will return to a more scheduled blogging pattern, but for now I will play catch up over the next few posts.
I thought I would close with a photo from the desktop.  I have no idea who took it but it gave me such a smile.  Never underestimate those that think differently than you.  You may not get why they do things the way they do, but that does not mean that they won't accomplish things. 

Jen

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Happy Mother's Day

To my mother Dee 1938-2011, and to Bill's mom Silvina.  We are the people we are because of you.
Oh and the wee ones in the photos? Bill and I!

To the man that changed my name to Mom...thank you as it has been a wonderful life all because of that name change.

Friday, May 12, 2017

I went to Albuquerque yesterday

and as I was looking for a street, I remembered this meme and I began to laugh.  In the city, in heavy traffic.  It was so funny to think about how things were before our phone became everything.

Friday, May 5, 2017

The Wise Man


Matthew 7:21-27
Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?

And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:

And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

We must understand that everything in the New Testament must be built upon the Old Testament.  
Everything.

Sometimes

life is not easy.

Sometimes you feel gated.

And even the majestic views seem dull.

Sometimes.
You see, with ups there must be downs.  

Dear Delta Airlines

ENOUGH.
What happened this this young family is WRONG.



Delta is full of bs.  They rewrite rules depending on the situation...as the family flew on Delta one way, but when the flight is overbooked(not this man's problem), it is against the rules for the child to be in the carseat. The airline took his money knowing all the details of the people~as we live in a post 9-11 world, and they sold the ticket to the man.

ENOUGH.
I am really sick and tired of living in a world where truth and rules are defined in the moment...instead of having Truth which allows for all to function.

An apology is not enough.  If it is against FAA rules and regulations for the child to be in a carseat in an independent seat, and the airline took the money twice, once on the way there, and once on the return~then Delta should also be charged by the FAA~I know, I know, nothing will happen.

If we as a nation stopped flying Delta for 7 days they would start serving the people again instead of being a bully company that overbooks and forces the customer to be punished.  

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Bee-u-tiful Day on the Farm

Last Sunday we had an enormous turnout to the farm.

Usually just the kids that aren't working and their loves
show up.  Last Sunday a good deal of buzz was going on
about the farm. 

Pretty awesome isn't it?
Oh and they were not aggressive and remained for three days.

It Snowed Last Saturday

Yep.

And we drove in it.  Well Bill drove.

I took photos.
It was ever so beautiful!