Bulls, Boys, and Blessings
I'll love you till the cows come home???
Julia Jacobsen
At least on our ranch.. maybe back in the day when this saying was created they didn’t come home. Maybe they were free-range cattle and you just roamed and moved around with your herd? This saying makes me laugh because it reminds me of something my then boyfriend shared with me. A quote he created on the fly that puts the cows coming home to shame!
What will you be remembered for?
Julia Jacobsen
Grandkids told stories of how they could drop in anytime and Grandma would put on hot cocoa and always had a homemade pie in the fridge. She made everyone feel welcome, always. She never had that panicked look on her face that I get when an unexpected visit arrives at my country doorstep and I don’t have a
Terms of Ag-dearment by Addie Carstensen
Julia Jacobsen
Growing up in rural Eastern Washington to parents whose pasts were steeped in farming history, lead to a wonderful array of farm idioms or sayings for my sisters and me to pick up on. Though I think there are some universally used, understood, and recognized farming idioms such as “a hard row to hoe”, or “beating a dead horse”, some of my favorites are the ones that are the ones that I grew up hearing around my house and my grandparent’s house. I can easily smell my Grandma Hazel’s basement
Guest Blog: How Thelma and Louise came to be By: Kris Hubbard & Kim Cole
Julia Jacobsen
While I was on the phone I noticed the policeman who had been manning the road block was driving off. He had left a volunteer in his place. We slowly approached the roadblock on the wrong side of the road, as to look as though we were going to stop and ask a question. The volunteer glanced in our direction and continued his conversation with the first car in line. We fully believe he thought we were going to stop! However…I PUNCHED it! Kim and I both screamed as we went flying out of town!
Small Town Mentality
Julia Jacobsen
Do you remember the first event you attended after high school where you bumped into other bi-county kids? For me it was my first college party. I recall going to it with my neighbors from my apartment complex. I was lucky enough to live above a group of kids who grew up similar to the way I did. All rural with Ag backgrounds, it was the first time I think it dawned on me that Washington soil wasn’t meant to grow wheat on every available inch.