It's been so long since I've blogged...literally years. But it's been years since I've had much of interest to say. Several times in the past few months, I've sent people links to my blog and I realize how awesome it was to chronicle things I would have certainly forgotten.
And of course, I realize how funny I am...at least to myself...but you know what? I got that from my dad. He thinks he's about the funniest guy around. Sometimes he's just sitting there and he'll laugh. He used to teach high school English. He'd tell a joke, which usually no one got, and then he'd laugh. And laugh. And laugh...which usually then made the students laugh because it's fun to watch my dad laugh. It really is.
Anyhow, I find myself doing the same thing when I read back over blog postings. I think I'm funny and that's all that matters. So maybe now that I have a milk cow and there are interesting things to talk about, I'll start blogging again. I really couldn't tell you anything interesting about working in a Chiropractor's office...or going back to college...or working for a money manager. But cows, now that's something interesting!
And really, I've turned into this crazy hippie about chemicals and food and stuff since working at the chiro's, so that might give me something else to blog about...in case any of you are interested in starting to make a shift. I've found some things that really work, so you won't have to go through the trial and error. And God bless Dow for going along with it. I do love that man. He buys me pigs. And cows. And keeps me in line. He's a good man.
I hope we're off and running!
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Saturday, January 22, 2011
back amongst the employed
After having a 3 month hiatus from work - and diligently plunging ahead with wedding plans - I am back amongst the employed. I suppose it's not nearly as exciting as dude ranching, but I am the Marketing Director for Irwin Family Chiropractic. I think that sounds pretty fancy, don't you? Just say it with me...Marketing Director. Marketing DIRECTOR. Yeah, that's right, I'm a director.
Ok, for those of you who are on my case about grad school, that is still in the works. I've taken my GREs and I need to get on the application. I'm getting there.
Right now, I'm going to be encouraging everyone to come in, get their back adjusted, get a massage to keep it there, and do their exercise to maintain. Woohoo!
Anyone in Ft. Collins need an adjustment? Lemme know!
Ok, for those of you who are on my case about grad school, that is still in the works. I've taken my GREs and I need to get on the application. I'm getting there.
Right now, I'm going to be encouraging everyone to come in, get their back adjusted, get a massage to keep it there, and do their exercise to maintain. Woohoo!
Anyone in Ft. Collins need an adjustment? Lemme know!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
biiiig news
I think the definition of "news" is that it is, well...new. And I think if the news is 2 months old, it doesn't really qualify as, well, new. But here goes anyhow.
Dow and I are getting MARRIED! I had to wait to tell you until the proper people had been told in the proper way.
November 10, 2010 we went up to Lars and Amy's old cabin to join the Texans for music. Oh geez, this is going to take some back story since I quit blogging around that time. Alright, settle in!
Lars and Amy have an old cabin that they rent out by the night for people to get away. In November 2009, The Texans came. And endeared themselves to us, after staying in the cabin for a month. The main Texans include George & Della, Bubba, and Leroy, whose family consists of What's-Her-Name and Her Kids. Bubba has got an amazing voice, one you'd expect to hear on country radio and he plays the guitar.
So, this year, the Texans were back and we had dinner plans. We were going up to the cabin where Della cooked up some chicken and dumplin's and we were going to play some music. Except when Dow and I got there, Amy, Lars, and some new Texans were sitting around the table with cookies in the middle. George, Della, and Bubba were nowhere to be found. It turns out that Bubba broke his arm when his horse took off bucking and they were at the emergency room.
But there were still chicken and dumplings left, so Dow and I ate while everyone else sat there. Then Lars said we should play music. Without Bubba? These Texans, and their teenage daughters, looked like they could care less. And when Amy started to protest, Lars said, "Just a couple of songs; the girls really want to hear it." Did I mention that the teenage girls looked like they could care less? They even exchanged glances saying, "What the heck?" And I thought to myself, "That's weird. Usually Lars is really good at reading people..." But, ok.
So they sang a song. And then they chose another. How about "Don't Fence Me in"? Now there are a couple extra parts to this song. First, the song says "Wildcat Kelly," but Amy always changes the name to someone there - 95% of the time she picks Dow. Then there's the sheriff and the sweetheart, who are usually the male and female there who know the song. Since she usually uses Wildcat Dow, I asked who the sheriff would be that night, since no one else knew the song. So Amy decided Dow should be the sheriff and Leroy should be Wildcat. Messing up Lars and Dow's plan, but she didn't know that since she wasn't involved in "the plan".
I had Leroy move to the middle of the couch; I sat on one side of Leroy and tried to get Dow to sit on the other, but he refused. Instead he sat next to me on the smallest portion of couch possible and I wondered to myself why Dow had suddenly become so weird about sitting next to a man. Until I noticed his hand cupped on top of his pocket. And I wondered if he was going to do it then, but then I realized that I shouldn't think that way or every minute of our time together I'd start wondering if "this" was the time. So we went on singing.
When it came time for the sweetheart's line, I sang to Leroy in my very finest, "It's time to settle down!" and that's when Dow tapped on my shoulder, pushed my leg, pulled out the ring, and said, "If that's the case, will you marry me?" And everyone except Lars was flabbergasted.
Amy's mouth hung so far open, I think Lars had to tell her to close it. And the Texans, well, they had no clue what to think and the teenage girls just filed out of the room as soon as they could. I, as you might have guessed, said yes.
The ring was, is, absolutely beautiful.
He picked a ring from an actual jeweler and had a few tweaks made so my ring would be one of a kind, with diamonds and swirls on the side.
Dow and I are getting MARRIED! I had to wait to tell you until the proper people had been told in the proper way.
Lars and Amy have an old cabin that they rent out by the night for people to get away. In November 2009, The Texans came. And endeared themselves to us, after staying in the cabin for a month. The main Texans include George & Della, Bubba, and Leroy, whose family consists of What's-Her-Name and Her Kids. Bubba has got an amazing voice, one you'd expect to hear on country radio and he plays the guitar.
So, this year, the Texans were back and we had dinner plans. We were going up to the cabin where Della cooked up some chicken and dumplin's and we were going to play some music. Except when Dow and I got there, Amy, Lars, and some new Texans were sitting around the table with cookies in the middle. George, Della, and Bubba were nowhere to be found. It turns out that Bubba broke his arm when his horse took off bucking and they were at the emergency room.
But there were still chicken and dumplings left, so Dow and I ate while everyone else sat there. Then Lars said we should play music. Without Bubba? These Texans, and their teenage daughters, looked like they could care less. And when Amy started to protest, Lars said, "Just a couple of songs; the girls really want to hear it." Did I mention that the teenage girls looked like they could care less? They even exchanged glances saying, "What the heck?" And I thought to myself, "That's weird. Usually Lars is really good at reading people..." But, ok.
So they sang a song. And then they chose another. How about "Don't Fence Me in"? Now there are a couple extra parts to this song. First, the song says "Wildcat Kelly," but Amy always changes the name to someone there - 95% of the time she picks Dow. Then there's the sheriff and the sweetheart, who are usually the male and female there who know the song. Since she usually uses Wildcat Dow, I asked who the sheriff would be that night, since no one else knew the song. So Amy decided Dow should be the sheriff and Leroy should be Wildcat. Messing up Lars and Dow's plan, but she didn't know that since she wasn't involved in "the plan".
I had Leroy move to the middle of the couch; I sat on one side of Leroy and tried to get Dow to sit on the other, but he refused. Instead he sat next to me on the smallest portion of couch possible and I wondered to myself why Dow had suddenly become so weird about sitting next to a man. Until I noticed his hand cupped on top of his pocket. And I wondered if he was going to do it then, but then I realized that I shouldn't think that way or every minute of our time together I'd start wondering if "this" was the time. So we went on singing.
When it came time for the sweetheart's line, I sang to Leroy in my very finest, "It's time to settle down!" and that's when Dow tapped on my shoulder, pushed my leg, pulled out the ring, and said, "If that's the case, will you marry me?" And everyone except Lars was flabbergasted.
Amy's mouth hung so far open, I think Lars had to tell her to close it. And the Texans, well, they had no clue what to think and the teenage girls just filed out of the room as soon as they could. I, as you might have guessed, said yes.
And you can see the whole diamond, which is really cool...until you forget to take it off when kneading bread. Then it gets really nasty.
Anyhow, that's the big news. Dow and I are engaged and we're planning on getting married August 27, 2011 at Amy and Lars' cabin.
Much love,
The Dow Wrangler
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