Remember the boys who wanted to know if we were going to eat or stuff the trophy stunk? They're back! And they've prepared interview questions, which they sent in an email, but that I'm going to answer on the blog because I know everyone is just dying for this information about us.
We have questions for you.......
How far is your nearest town? Our nearest town of maybe 350 people would be about 25 miles from our house. The nearest McDonalds is 80ish miles from our house, along with the movie theatre that shows two shows a week and the nearest Walmart. It's a town of about 8000 people, depending on whether the football game is a hometown one or not.
What is the nearest city? I guess the nearest city, or place with a mall, would be about 160 miles away. We have to drive 2 1/2 hours to get there. It has about 89,000 people and we are scared of the way they drive there.
How far away is the school? From our house, Maggie's school is about 10 miles, mostly gravel and dirt road. The bus runs a little longer route, because of road conditions, and it's about 15 miles that way. Our school has 6 students, 1-8th grades and 3 kindergarteners. 9 total students.
How long is the bus ride? About 20 minutes for Maggie, longer when the weather is bad.
How far is church? We go to church in Miles City, so about 80 miles away. And we are ALWAYS skidding in, running to Sunday school classes and looking for seats in the back, because we are poor planners and forget it takes a little over an hour to get there...
Do you farm with family? Yes! (Although I got in trouble because I called it a farm...we are a ranch, with cows AND grain, technically.) Wayland's parents are the bosses, and his grandma lives about 8 miles down the road. Maggie and Angus will be the 5th generation of Pluhars here, I think.
Does wayland farm full time or work elsewhere? This is a tricky one! He mostly works for the ranch, full-time, but occasionally does some welding or building work on the side. He also took reserve deputy training a couple years ago, but hasn't done that so far. But he has a great gun, and a little card that says he can carry it. Sort of like hunter's safety, only for big boys.
Do you have high speed or satallite internet out there? We are using satellite right now, but this summer our local phone company wired us for fiber optics, and it's supposed to be coming sometime this year! We can hardly wait.
Favorite tractor? We are a John Deere family! Nothing runs like a Deere....and Wayland just informed me he likes the 7810 over the 8300. Whatever that means. He just said they are both loader tractors. Angus is just crazy about tractors, and they are ALL PopPop's tractors, according to him.
Favorite truck? This pains me to type...I married into a Ford family from a Chevrolet family. BUT our personal outfit is a GM. And I don't know if you need this information, but Wayland likes the 1 ton pickups. (Here in Montana, we call them pickups. They will know you are from out of state if you call them trucks...trucks are for hauling grain.)
Favorite coffee? My ultimate very favorite in all the world is roasted in Miles City, in a little tiny Basque coffee shop called Kafe Utza. It's the blackest, richest stuff I've ever had, and once I bought the beans, I was spoiled for anything else. I drink dark, dark coffee...Sumatra and French Roast, usually. (I understand this question wasn't from the boys, but it won't hurt them to know that!)
If you have any questions for The Farmer's Wife, email me at the address on my profile page. It won't be like Dear Abby or anything, but you'll get some sort of answer. (My sister's girls call me Crazy Mary, and perhaps I could do a weekly column, here, entitled "Crazy Mary's Q & A" or something.)
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
FB...and I don't mean the kind with an endzone and cheerleaders.
I rejoined FaceBook, yesterday.
And I'm trying to be cool about it, but I just don't know.
It IS amusing, however, to people-watch there. My neice and godson are both in college, and their little walls are full of drama, angst and dating. (Or NOT dating, which leads to more drama and angst...) There are mothers and housewives, and on those walls there seems to be child-related-stress, house-cleaning guilt, and "what's going on in the world beyond mine and please, please tell me that life gets better after potty-training"! The men are all about guns, cars and work. Some sports. But right now, during hunting season, there's a lot of guns.
I sit in front of the little box asking me what I've got going on, completely paralyzed. Facebook feels too big for the little stuff (guess what I found in the back of my fridge?), and too little for the big stuff (marriage, birth, death, cancer, etc.). I start a thought, then find myself trying to explain so I won't be misinterpreted, then voila! it's a blog-post on FaceBook, and I end up deleting it. This obviously takes some skill, and I seem to be overthinking it...(Writing about killing flies, hole-y underwear and things like that just doesn't seem to work!)
There are two people that changed my mind about belonging to FaceBook; my friend Homer, who I'm trying to keep up with because he's so darned interesting and I can't be emailing him everyday, and Patricia from Pollywog Creek, who I admire greatly and if she can do FaceBook, then I can make the effort to try, too.
I talked to my friend and cousin Beth last night, and she may be the only remaining 20-something person in the world who is not on FaceBook. We are very, very similar creatures, and it's my goal, now, to get her signed up and see what she thinks....
And I'm trying to be cool about it, but I just don't know.
It IS amusing, however, to people-watch there. My neice and godson are both in college, and their little walls are full of drama, angst and dating. (Or NOT dating, which leads to more drama and angst...) There are mothers and housewives, and on those walls there seems to be child-related-stress, house-cleaning guilt, and "what's going on in the world beyond mine and please, please tell me that life gets better after potty-training"! The men are all about guns, cars and work. Some sports. But right now, during hunting season, there's a lot of guns.
I sit in front of the little box asking me what I've got going on, completely paralyzed. Facebook feels too big for the little stuff (guess what I found in the back of my fridge?), and too little for the big stuff (marriage, birth, death, cancer, etc.). I start a thought, then find myself trying to explain so I won't be misinterpreted, then voila! it's a blog-post on FaceBook, and I end up deleting it. This obviously takes some skill, and I seem to be overthinking it...(Writing about killing flies, hole-y underwear and things like that just doesn't seem to work!)
There are two people that changed my mind about belonging to FaceBook; my friend Homer, who I'm trying to keep up with because he's so darned interesting and I can't be emailing him everyday, and Patricia from Pollywog Creek, who I admire greatly and if she can do FaceBook, then I can make the effort to try, too.
I talked to my friend and cousin Beth last night, and she may be the only remaining 20-something person in the world who is not on FaceBook. We are very, very similar creatures, and it's my goal, now, to get her signed up and see what she thinks....
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
A Twilla the Hon
Introducing the newest member of the Pluhar family:
Twilla B.
She's quite the glamour girl. Here's her runway pose...
...and here she is with the wind blowing her silky ears back. She was purported to be camera-shy, but so far I think she'd give that old Heidi Klum a run for her money.
Irish Setters are not really known for their intelligence, (Molly hastens to add that most Brittanies ARE.) and Shelly told us that the reason they greet the UPS trucks so enthusiastically is because they are hoping UPS will be bringing their brain that day...
They ARE known, however, for their happy-go-lucky personalities and their absolute adoration of people. Twilla is no exception. She seems happy to be with the kids, tickled to go with Wayland, thrilled when we sit next to her and rub her fuzzy tum.
She's staked out the loveseat as hers, and grudgingly allows Wayland to sit with her. And Maggie brings her food, which is REALLY funny, to watch one Princess serve another...
I have more pictures, but my camera battery died as I was downloading. More later~
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