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There’s a lot of space above and I need a new look. I’ll go hunting for a new photo with my camera for a long landscape photo. Whoa! My blog is under construction and I need to do more reading on WordPress. This is really good because I’m learning another program. Our house is getting painted and porches are not quite finished. I love the new outdoor space. I’m thinking about our service projects, Christmas decorations, meals, presents, my daughter and family moving back to California from Laramie, our grandson going to Columbia, I’m still organizing our house for painting inside, construction of a porch on the outside, and then the painters are coming again to paint. This blog isn’t going to be listed as my last priority because it gives me a chance to sit down. It might take awhile to get to my messages–but I will.

Our LaMancha does were bred. I am raising Santa Cruz Island Sheep. My Finnsheep were too big to handle for me and the Island Sheep have the best wool, ever!

I haven’t changed much except my hair is longer. I miss blogging and the time flew-by. I guess I’ll have to write-out of my journal.

Today is filled with rearranging furniture. New blog, new outside, new inside, and a new me.

I’m changing this format and setup with Word Press. The people at Bluehost are absolutely amazing and moved my site very inexpensively. I’ve called them so much that they know me. I need to put-in the ’emoji face’ with big eyes. The truth is that they have such patience and the team is so friendly. If you’re a blogger and with another and you need help, these people are wonderful. I can understand them and they all talk slow enough that I can get-it. This is the best domain. I wasn’t happy when I found my domain was sold from my original blog host without even an email. Bluehost is great. Five Starts!

Please check back. I need to link my other pages and add a header and widgets, plug-ins and new fonts. And soon my site will look more familiar. Yay, I’m here and I’m grateful!

*I know it looks like we’re still having puppies, but right now, it’s all on hold. No puppies for us and also my daughter next door. My daughter in N.E. Colorado is looking for a Queensland Stumpy and will be breeding her little red stumpy to a blue stumpy. I will post photos of the puppies but it’ll be a few months. (Stumpy Cattle Dogs are those born with a naturally docked tail) The tail is about 1/4 or 1/3 longer than the normal tail. I haven’t seen any that have bushy stumpy tails and I’ve only seen my daughter’s and the sire to Laney had a stumpy tail. The tail is like my Finn Sheep; they’re a lot shorter.

Yes, We Are Having Puppies! Not Right Now (edit)

No puppies right now. Late Spring 2017.

We’re having puppies on the ranch again, It’s Duelly and Darby! Please check the Heeler Page tab at the top of the blog to get the contact information. It’s my daughter and she lives right next door. The puppies are due in a couple weeks. These are Dec. 2015 puppies.

Confession: We Have Puppies! Sneaky Dogs!

Please check our Queensland Heeler Page. Yes, it’s those rascals Darby and Duelly. Friday pictures because today is a thunder storm. If it brings drops of rain we’ll take it! Puppy love is happening all over again and all the puppies have been named. Of course, you can change it because they only hear “puppies!”

My grandson Charlie holding (I forgot the name) again last week. The puppies are growing fast. I have to look-up my baby goat’s name–that’s pathetic!  I’m very thankful I remember my 19 grand-children’s names.

It Seems We Just Meet Our Puppies and They're Gone

Our last two puppies are being picked-up on Saturday and one of my precious lambs. So hard to let go of the last babies. Our lamb is a yearling-past and skiddish. I had to put her in with the goat yearlings to get her away from our ram coming into rut.

See Laney, my daughter and family’s Queensland Heeler trying to help me? She’s peeking behind the gate.

The goats at this age are annoying! They both want to chew holes in clothing and do brodies off anyone’s body. I think I have hoof bruises. I hope they settle-down before they knock me down. They’ve got to stop that behavior; I don’t need to be pushed-over ever again. The buck just plain convinced me I don’t need that type of rough play. These young does are still so playful and I know they’re trying to get my attention.
I was taking a picture of the yearling ewe. Not a prize winner. She has such a thin face no brains at all (and that’s a shame because she a sheep) Her general conformation shows she needs generally more width.
We just had our sheep shorn recently and I had a really hard time making a full load of hot water to wash our new wool. There’s new regulations in temperature in water heaters so we all don’t scald ourselves. I remember wearing rubber gloves when we had the older HOT water heater to protect my hands from the hot water. 
I tried and tried to carry scalding hot water from my stove-top to my washer.  It’s pretty dangerous walking with heavy and almost boiling-hot water. 
Steve saw what I was doing and rigged a new method. I heated water on the BBQ and used Dawn Dishwashing liquid. We used the old washer that has a hard time agitating, but spins perfectly. All water spinned-out…goes directly into my flowers and plants. Here’s the set-up. Grease is gone. (basically)
I’m looking forward to getting it all done and dry. Pretty long process when we have winds or RAIN LIKE COMING TOMORROW. Wool dries slowly out on the make-shift racks. We use our extra chain link fence, hog fencing and chicken wire over the big holes.
I completed one and one-half fleece of the white. I don’t see much true white, it’s still more like off-white and darker…I don’t think I can use the darker. The wool has been felted on the sheep. I know most of it will spin. It feels like spider-webs.
The dry wool looks brown, but it’s faded black with lots of silver from our older ewe. Most off the silver wool’s still protected in the car and hopefully not getting glued-all-up together.
Is this the most fun, ever! Well…no. Finding someone in my genealogy gets a shout every time, but this is a dream to spin my own wool from my own sheep. I have a Schacht Spindle and it’s called The Ladybug Spinning Wheel, and there’s a secret ladybug hidden near the wheel. I found it! I received new cards because a lady took my old ones when I gave her some extra wool. That’s okay, because they gave me blisters. These cards are curved. There’s also extra bobbins and a drop spindle to learn how to draft to make my wool tightly woven. It’ll be fun when I go with Steve and use the drop spindle in the car or truck. This spindle takes some effort and isn’t weighted like the others, but my efforts will help give my legs and feet some added exercise, not to mention the concentration brain power to be able to feed the wool-in and not make “crazy yarn”. Crazy yarn is my specialty.
Here’s Trevor Hollenback Services for shearing our sheep. It was trained in Austria and New Zealand. The motor is above and never burns the sheep’s delicate skin. He changes the cutters often and then goes home and grinds them sharp again. I bet there were 50 cutters on his wire-holder up hanging on the fence to change-out. The fleeces came out on one-piece like a blanket. Be sure to look at his website for more information. He’s traveling the western states.
More wool washing after our rainy weekend.
Time tomorrow to say goodbye to the lamb ewe and our two little female puppies. The little girl puppies are both traveling a long way to their home. Tomorrow will be a good day with tears mixed-in.

The pups have great homes. Bye Mercedes and Jetta. We’ll really remember this darling litter. Thank you very warmly to all for getting your puppy from us and we are thrilled they’ll be blessed with such great families!

We Still Have Puppies Check-Out Our Heeler Page

Darby & Duelly

I think its my turn to show some pictures and they’re really just starting to really play!
We over-worked them before the pictures and poor Chevy, he was sleeping at my feet,
it’s a wonder we had pictures of him with his eyes open. 

These pups are still little and just starting to feel good about being without their mother and out in a field. They were either at my feet or in my arms or under the camera while Tanner was taking pictures. We tried for the middle of the day so not to have long shadows, but that’s their regular naptime and their playtime was only about an hour before they were sound asleep. Wake a puppy and we get a grumpy face. I’ll update again next week and we should have a “wild bunch” on our hands.

 Marnie’s Puppies Are All Sold

Lottie Sold

Can I Just Say Blur? Puppies Too!

We have puppies!

Do you want to meet them? Go Here

       My grand daughter’s caption was:
                 “Puppy Love Is Real”

I’d been working on taking puppy pictures. Yep, there’s two litters! We have a bundle of girls and three boys. They’re all growing so fast our pictures are out-of-date before I can load them. Here’s some of my grandchildren’s photos.

Snow White

Dallin, My Grandson’s Favorite

I have been trying to be well enough to have my surgery on my thyroid done. And of course, I have another hurtle with my kidney infections not going away. I’m sensitive to a lot of antibiotics. Rare stuff and it’s frustrating and really a bunch of nonsense to me.

In between all of my trying to stay on the healthy-side…we had a great Christmas with everyone around here and New Year’s with our oldest daughter and grand daughter. So many of our family were gone or sick and we thought we’d be be on our own. Surprise! We had company! We had so much food and great leftovers. Really traditional. Very grateful for a New Year and a new start. 


I’ll have to add some Christmas information and pictures in between blogs posts somewhere.
One of my Wyoming daughters surprised us and on Jan. 3rd. It was cold, but clear there in Wyoming, and super good weather here so beautiful. Kiely and baby flew-in to stay a week with us. She brought our youngest granddaughter Dune. I was so happy to see “the baby!” “The baby!” “The baby!” Echoes…

Kiely, as she stepped out of the Toyota FJ… said, “Darby is having puppies!” and then glared at me, puzzled. I totally didn’t know! I think she thought we were going to surprise her. Darby let us know she was going to have puppies when she greeted Kiely. She was filled with milk. Darby wasn’t supposed to have anymore litters and she waited for Kiely, her best friend and “Kindred Spirit.” Darby had the puppies the next day and Kiely helped her. I know! How could we have missed this? We just thought she was eating a lot.

Kiely and Dune had a busy time. They went to Disneyland and Kiely was able to visit with old high school chums. Steve and I were in heaven watching our Dune sashay around the house entertaining us. We even had a family party here. I bought (you’ll never guess) the movie, “Frozen” so we could make the Wyomingites feel at home. We’ve had wonderful warm weather here and all just so fun. All of us missed the working daddy, Matt. And I’m so thankful to him for sacrificing so much for us, that we could see each other again. I needed a “Baby Dune” fix.

Tanner the oldest grandson, did get stuck-in-the-mud in the arena. Okay, everyone whipped-out their phones to save Tanner’s embarrassing moment for posterity. Tanner did get his car buried!

Our Dune and Kiely Pictures:

       Disneyland Makes All of Us Tired
Marnie’s Family went also! It’s a “monthly thing” for them.
Our Neighbor’s! Our daughter and family!
              The Beach! Of Course!

          Out For Sushi! We Are Hitting 
                    The Hot Spots!

            Dune’s An “Animal Lover* 
                    Like Her Mother

All the livestock were just drawn to the little person here on the place, even the chickens. I need to go back over this post and count how many times I wrote the word, “fun.”  I may say “fun” but in my heart it’s “joy!”

Dune looks like her great grandmother. Their hands are placed just the same. Steve’s mother is 91 and Dune Marie, is 1 years old and was named after her Norwegian great grandmother, Dune Marie Patten Lazenby. Both Dunes were born in Payson, Utah. Fancy that! 

Is This Just The Sweetest Picture?

I should stop here…need to get busy and load puppy photos on the Queensland Heeler page. I have so much more to add here on my blog for my family. I know they wouldn’t want to miss our sheep shearing marathon. Exciting and fun!

We Give Thanks For Rain

Beginning The Renewal of Green Again

We’re so grateful today to have had a whole day of rain.

It wasn’t a deluge like it was reported and we are thankful for the saving of the hillside homes. Mudslides cover homes not protected because of wildfires. A huge storm would’ve been devastating.
Our little town is having it’s own worry with the rain. We were in the news recently because of the Hazmat Incident. It hasn’t been cleaned-up yet. We ask ourselves will it leak into our great valley river and irrigation ponds?
Thankfully we are having the sweetest rain. It isn’t sprinkles and it’s just raining enough to hear on our roof. The ground is receiving the moisture and there’s no mud. Our land was so dry!
We had a lot of time to prepare for the rain.

My grandsons came and cleaned pens and water tubs. My husband made a great composting pile and everything that needed cover was put in our barn or tarped.
I suppose I’m just happy that this rain parted and went around us. This gave us an inch and we may another by tomorrow. It’s not the 5 inches and heavy winds like it was predicted for here.
The mountains are receiving lots of rain. Some towns are getting more than forecasted. We have just enough. Heavenly Father hears our prayers.
Our plants were dying and including weeds and our very old Oak Trees. The little growth under our feet was gone and when they died it left dust and rock-hard clay. There are no flowers, no foliage, no beautiful grass, and nothing green.
We’re starting over! This is my rain blog tonight. It’s pretty much “absolutely nothing” to the rest of our nation. But it is soooo important to us. We are grateful beyond words and because we’ve had to be patient and know prayers are answered. This was right; we had to ask and appreciate what The Lord provides. We’re very blessed this evening.
Look toward the sky for Eagle feathers. There the clouds that drift and we see the feathers with no beginning or end. (Cirrus clouds) 
We look at those clouds with hope and say to ourselves, it’ll probably rain in approximately 4 days.   It did.
— Cumash Belief

OOPS! Blogger Changed While I Was MIA

It is time for me to get back to regular; maybe regular blogging. One thing that keeps me from blogging is if I’m sick, or going through a tough-time. It’s fun to blog when life is a breeze or when it’s just downright fun.

There’s so many bloggers out there that write about the pain and suffering they’re enduring. It maybe really therapeutic for them or comforting and helping others going through the same challenges. The trials we face can run from emotional problems, grief, sadness, help others in need, to overcoming an illness or coping with a chronic illness. I know lots of bloggers write about their faith and ways to strengthen themselves or trying to build faith as they seek strength in their life. I’ve probably written about that a little or a lot. I have.

That’s not me exactly. I confess that when something happens my blogging hands quit. I guess I don’t want to face or see the my life’s burdens in print. I suppose, if I get-on with it things will be back to crazy normal. I really don’t even want my children or grandchildren to know that I have anything negative going-on in my life. No one is immune from trials and at the moment I can’t even jump over a very low hurtle. Now that I think about it, I quit jumping around when I had my first pregnancy. Dang. I loved to jump.

I have this genetic heart defect and right now it’s getting in the way of all I need to have done to take my Hashimoto’s Thyroid out of my fat neck. It’s another  “hereditary condition.” My thyroid has grown a lot this year and is starting to block my trachea. Everyday my voice goes-out or I become very hoarse.(horse, hahahaha) and that’s not too bad, but I really like to breathe.

There’s other stuff like my broken knees. I need find some reinforcement to help me walk better after surgery. No more prednisone for me and trying to get a referral to have injections of that “rooster-comb” cushion that gave me so much relief a few years ago. I haven’t liked my age of 63 one-single-bit. I need to jump-in and get all these health stuff done and have faith and be strong. I need to act like I did when I was a whole bunch younger and face-it. And saying to myself, “Let’s do it!”

There are lots of  tests that are required for surgery and the self-given shots are not for sissy’s. I think everyone has to jump through a lot of hoops to get any surgery accomplished. I’ve been practicing for these things my whole life. I said first, “Oh no, on the shots!”  I’ve got to keep telling myself,  “If I can have given a thousand shots ‘sub-q’ or ‘intramuscularly’ what was I doing all these years?” I was practicing for these days. I’ve been giving shots since I was only 10 years old.

Don’t Stop Reading Here!

I had to have this “episode” to make all the doctors jump into action and I quit the denials on my Blue Shield. Now finally there’s action. I can see I’m going to get my health in order. Finally. My episode happened and I had a crazy tachycardia/atrial fib session that I couldn’t get in-control with medication and I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night. This just happened.

My heartbeats were like a hummingbirds. It was going so fast my firefighter husband couldn’t get a count on my plus. It exhausted me after about 10 minutes of “crazy-heart-racing” It was like the emergency before almost 200/minute. Now even though my heart is racing everything else at the hospital was in super-slow-motion. It went from getting-in, testing me in one room, testing my heart, x-rays, all of it was so slow and I’m on SPEED.

The Doctor came in again and I know this routine. She told me my heart doesn’t have any clots in the upper chambers and we can’t let you go home until your heart rate is at 100/minute or less. It had steadied about 115 and did a ‘swing-dance’ and then 114. It just went back and forth with the blipping in-between. I knew what was coming. I knew it. All this time is going by and it’s going so slow. My Steve’s beside me, busy keeping awake playing solitaire. I understand, he wasn’t the one that’s getting zapped with paddles and I tried and stay awake for him. It was almost 6:oo am.

The nurse took my blood pressure again and I was so tired I didn’t even look. My IV was in my hand? Oh yeah, never had it there before and it felt weird to move it. The nurse placed my hand across my chest. (important fact) I knew that the nurses and the doctor were monitoring me and I could hear them talking about the techs coming to work and arranging for my “procedure” to put my heart back in normal rhythm. I forgot, what is normal? j/k

So I’m singing to myself an old Peter, Paul, and Mary song–the only one I could think of at the time so I could try and sleep. I was over trying to stay awake. So it was, “____, the magic dragon lived by the sea and frolicked in the autumn-mist in a land called Onaleeee. A little thought darted through my head, “Where’s this place and what’s the stupid dragon’s name?” And then it happened! A loud, crazy buzzing was coming from my heart and my right forearm is completely stiff. I jumped thinking I’m getting the paddles without anyone being there except Steve in the chair next to my bed.

BREATHE! Oh yes, I could breathe. I felt suddenly so wonderful! I said softly to Steve, “I feel really good” “Steve, HEY! I feel really, really good!” Here I am trying over and over to get his attention and still in the “slo-mo-mode.” He couldn’t hear me like I wasn’t talking at all. He wasn’t asleep! OMGsh! I stopped and I realized I am DEAD! I’m DEAD!

Steve can’t hear me and I feel wonderful. Well, that stinks. I thought if I swatted-him my hand would go right through him. Naw, he looked-up at me and said, “What?” “What are you doing?” “Not dead, I’m not dead!” I practically yelled it at him, The nurses and doctor had come in and Steve and I looked at the monitor behind us and my heart had converted to 55. Wow! I know my husband is deaf!

Humor from Natural Horsemanship --Rick Gore
Humor From The Website: Think Like A Horse –Rick Gore

The doctor asked how I felt and they saw my heart change suddenly. I know you can change it by blowing super-hard through a syringe, pushing-down like your delivering a baby, coughing, sneezing, and there maybe other things but those have never worked for me. The nurse lifted the covers and there it was…. the blood pressure cuff was over my heart and had gone-off on it’s own and it startled me so much that I about fell-off the bed. Now I know why there’s baby-rails on adults patient’s beds.

The 30 second scenario now has taken paragraphs to write. I tried to explain to the doctor and nurses and they were smiling and then I ruined it by saying, “Puff!” “It’s Puff!” Oh no…I turned crazy on everyone. I could see on their faces I was saying something really weird out-loud that was meant just for me. The little bit of Tourette in me, I guess,

 It was time to get dressed and outta’ there. Steve told the nurse that the next time he’s going to pretend to run into a tree; skidding and just missing it so he didn’t have to haul me up to the hospital and pay so much money to get me discharged.

I waited for the FJ to come to the curb and I climbed-in and before we left Steve asked, “What was that you said in there?” He was asking me if I had a screw loose somewhere. I said I remembered the first word of the song I was singing … just before my heart went back to normal. I explained, “It was “Puff” you know, that mighty dragon?” He said, “Well, THAT was weird!” Me, “So this whole thing was weird! I THOUGHT I WAS DEAD!” So I end this delightful journey into my sick history.

My dear husband was trapped! I slammed-it-into one and or Mach 1 and let him have it. He was deaf and I’m tired of his inability to hear, he is deaf, and it’s his fault I thought I was dead. Blah, Blah, Blah, all the way home and I slept for two days.        

Thank you Steve for being there and helping me. I love you!   


Always Too Late Making My Blog Posts

I had the best birthday ever! Considering I am now 64. I started my website when I was 47. It took a lot to get me to move over to blogging. My webpages were before Facebook and Instagram. It was even before Website Editors. I wrote all my Hyper Text Markup Language by myself. 
And my first page was a poem, then a page about “The Meaning of Flowers.” I learned so much. I had a webpage on my home, our weddings, how to grow gardens and I connected them all. My favorite was my genealogy and every page had “midi” music. I think I had about 25+ subjects and each with one or three pages long.
I was asked by dozens of people to set pages online for them. I was busy selling Automobile Emblems on EBay. I was the “Emblem Queen” after aquiring the largest known collection of emblems, hub nuts, and scripts in the world. I still have too much left over. It was so fun! I was a seller and even made my own page to sell my goodies.
It was interesting on EBay! You could actually SEE the bidding going-up as you watched the computer monitor. No sniping back then.
I made so many web pages for my friend’s start-up companies and even for a pest company my husband was working at part time. If I couldn’t find a picture I needed, I hand drew it (basically) on my art program. I even made the company’s logo. Work.
I always got this same let-down. “Looks like we can manage.” “We are looking for something a little more fun, business-like, or less wordy”  I was often told that I could have a commission of anything that the company or my friends’ sold. 
I put my heart into every page I created and my husband’s company outright stole my page. Something to do with him working for them. Okay, I learned a lot and I did a great job.
The others would change their page a bit here and there. So the website (they said) wasn’t really my project anymore.
 I wasn’t through because I felt it was my new hobby. I taught HTML for fun. Ugh! There was no change with everyone and I was still doing all the work. All anyone really wanted was a website and not learning how to put one up on the Internet.
Lately, I’ve missed so many events. I really need to go back and fill-in my blank weeks of blogging zero. 
I know this whole blog post sounds like bragging. Now, I’m just learning to blog on my phone. I hated trying to learn “Flash Scripts” barely managed “Cascading Style Scripts.” I still feel new(bie) I’ve always disliked that term. 

My brick-wall at blogging is that I’m needing new glasses and huge adjustments to my eyes. I hate typing; it makes me look like I’m crying with tears included. I have a handkerchief and Tylenol at my side.

I suppose I should’ve gotten glasses for my birthday. I adore my bright red Kitchen Aid with attachments! And goodies that never expected. 

My silver Young Woman’s with a ruby? I did earn it, but never expected to have one. I’m so blessed. 
What do I need to remember about my birthday? Don’t try and carry more than you need. Make more trips back and retrieve your presents because falling-out of a 4-wheel Toyota FJ can take all the fun out of playthings. Yes I did. I fell out on the driveway and knocked myself out.

Pause. I hold my silver, charm-necklace between my pointer-finger and thumb; thinking. It’s not the charm, it’s what I learned, what I did, and happiness I felt when I chose to do right. The right things were easy and hard. I think the really hard ones like studying the Scriptures every single day throughout this year started-out hard, but became easy like I missed my day without study, I couldn’t NOT do it. I really missed the feelings of having that extra strength in my day. I really love learning the Gospel and love the Primary and my challenges I have there and I also love the Young Women’s Programs; I still follow.
Maybe a sideways look toward the mixer… and I have the same feeling. It’s not the cookies I make for me. Oh No! It’s the little ones with me and watching my grandchildren and children after baking! I love to cook for them and WITH them as much as seeing them eating Gingerbread men, cookies, and Divinity. 
The homemade bread is for Steve and Primary treats are a joy. We’ll both be eating healthier with the slicer/dicer attachments. It’s about doing, giving, and learning and making memories to blog.
Yep, I want to say, “I remember that.”  HTML wasn’t for money, it was to get to this place of a journal about family. I would have never jumped right into blogging without some HTML knowledge. I’m feeling really blessed and it’s not going away.