About Farmer Gal's Market

Welcome to our sweet little online home! In real life our home is a sweet little farm in Minnesota. This blog is our place to share our simple day-to-day farm life, faith, family and fun!

Farmer Gal, Mr. Blue Eyes,
Miss Peaches, Little Blue Eyes and Short Stack!



Remember When

This morning I awoke and asked myself, "To grocery shop or not to grocery shop? Is today the day to go or should I do it tomorrow? Is today the day to tackle the laundry and general cleaning or to go grocery shopping?"

I was perplexed for an hour or so, then I became fully awake, glanced around the house and decided -- oh yes -- today definitely must be the day for laundry. Today MUST be that day. 

Besides, I got milk, eggs and budda (butter) so we can survive one more day. The laundry, on the other hand, may soon be piled higher than the snowdrifts outside. It's definitely laundry day. A few weeks ago I bought several tall laundry baskets with aspirations to keep our laundry sorted in an orderly fashion. Today is the day I'm gonna' make it happen.

Yesterday, however, was not laundry day and I was considerably more lax in my housewifely duties. Somehow or another I came across a CD of pictures from 2004 and thought, "Hmmm... I wonder what we did in 2004?"

"Oh, that's right... We got high..."

High on a mountain top, that is.

For our anniversary that year we took a mini vacation to a little town south of Vail, CO. One of the days we spent road tripping from Vail to Aspen to Grand Junction and back to Vail again. Somewhere along the way there was a four-wheeling adventure company and Mr. Blue Eyes insisted that we must do a little four-wheeling.

I wasn't too resistant. Of the many things that I am too chicken to do (water ski, fly, eat worms), four-wheeling is not one of them.

See? Here I am...


("Burn dust! Eat my rubber!" Know what movie that's from?)

Before we knew it we were up above the clouds.

O.k., maybe we weren't quite that high, but we were a whole lot closer to them than we were a few hours before.

This is pure, unadulterated (unedited in Photoshop) Colorado. Remember that line in George Strait's song, Baby Blue... "Baby blue... was the color of her eyes... baby blue... like the Colorado sky..." This is what he was talking about.

I can't believe I ever forgot this view.

A view like this should be seared in your memory forever.

Evidently the altitude must have affected our mental capacity at some point because I came across pictures like these...

I'm sure it was the altitude.

Otherwise we would have never acted so silly.

Yep, I'm sure that was it.

Well, I'm off to tackle more mundane tasks at a significantly colder and lower altitude environment. But don't worry. Once again I shall be...


"Burn dust. Eat my rubber."

(Chevy Chase. Christmas Vacation. Best movie EVER!)



This morning.

Beautiful. Surreal.



Today's 'to do' list...

"We wait in hope for the LORD; He is our help and our shield. In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy name. May Your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in You." Psalm 33:20-22


The Donald

See? I told ya'. We've got a little Ms. Trump on our hands.

The picture says all you need to know, but she did ask me to tell you one thing...

You're fired.


Farmer Gal Ramble #3

The rambling may be even more incoherent today than usual, as I spent last night and into the wee hours of the morning -- helping a retailer that I work for sometimes -- counting inventory. For someone who thrives on the strict 'sleep from 9pm to 7am' schedule, it was pretty brutal.

Actually, it wasn't so bad. (I just like to be dramatic in inconsequential ways that won't really matter in the long run or offend anyone.) I did just fine until the last part of the drive home, when I did start to get a little punchy (in the figurative sense... I wasn't throwing fists around in the car... just to be clear) and once my head hit the pillow the show was over. (Except in my dreams... I was counting inventory all night. Do you think I can put that on my timecard?)

See? There's a bit of incoherence going on around here today, to be sure.

And don't think that it's a good hair day either, because that would be a wrong assumption if I ever heard of one.

Hello, Ms. Trump. Actually, this is more of the Anti-Trump hairstyle. Her hair seems to want to all come forward into her face. It's when we comb it backward -- against its will -- when the Donald Trump look comes about. I'll have to show you sometime.

To be fair, this was taken sometime last week. Since then I gave her bangs a little trim and now she's looking a little more civilized...

Ah yes. Very stylish.

So if she's not the one with the bad hair day and Little Blue Eyes doesn't hardly have enough hair to be the one with the bad hair day, who exactly is the one having the bad hair day?

Yep, it's me. And don't think I'll be showing you any pictures of it either.

When I awoke this morning the full effect of my late night took hold. I compensated for the watered-down-coffee shade of my skin by consuming a cup of definitely not-watered-down-coffee and began my day. After all, the kids weren't up until 3 a.m., and if the kids don't sleep in, momma don't sleep in neither. Miss Peaches must have sensed my dreariness, however, because she pointed at my coffee cup and said, "Coffee! Drink it!"

She's very intuitive.

Since today is sort of a day 'off' for me -- whatever that means... as most stay-at-home-moms can attest -- and I'm so droopy-eyed, I've been lazily lurking around on the web, looking for design-inspiration from other websites and blogs. I'm getting there. It's all swirling around in my head, like little idea butterflies being ever so selective as to where they might land. One of these days I think the overall 'look' will come together. The inspiration is there... It's the time for follow-through that I'm lacking.

Maybe if I didn't babble on and on, aimlessly and without direction, I would be more efficient.

('Aimlessly' and 'without direction' mean the same thing, by the way, in case you didn't catch that. I thought it was of utmost priority that I point that out.)

Anyhow, what I mostly learned so far was that I still really like using Squarespace as my platform (is that the right word... platform?). I also learned -- by looking at examples of others that use Squarespace as their platform and looking at other websites -- that I think my classification pretty much falls into the 'redneck' category of bloggers. I'm not really finding anyone else who writes about dogs eating horse poop or poison ivy or coyote hunting. It looks as if I've unwittingly found my niche.

Eh, that's alright. I was never really one for categorizing things anyway. Or for categorizing myself.

Nobody puts baby in a corner.

Somebody should, however, put baby to bed, or at least remove the laptop from my clutches before I lose my readership forever. It's becoming evident to me now that this is likely going nowhere.

I see it all so clearly now... The lack of direction (aimlessness, if you will) has been there all along, from the very first sentence.

I'm off to search for a compass.

p.s. If this all just wasn't enough random babbling for you, feel free to check out Farmer Gal Ramble #1 and #2. The three combined should be about all anyone could handle.