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I’ve Done Decided. October 15, 2012

Filed under: Musings — Piper Long @ 8:14 am
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1. I’ve decided that I like color in my world.
I can always count on the leaves to fill this void in my life.
Consequently, fall is my new favorite time of year.
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2. I’ve decided that rain is a true blessing.
Especially if it’s enough rain to fill 7 ponds.
Because any more than that could be too much.

Any less would be a slap in the face.

3. I’ve decided that white pants and boys do not mesh well.
Especially in football. They shouldn’t be wearing them after labor day anyway, right?
It’s a fashion faux pas.

Therefore, they should be off limits for football players altogether.

4. I’ve decided that I like westerns a lot better when Audrey Hepburn is the leading lady.

It saddens me that she was only in one.

It’s also saddens me that she was only one year younger than me in ‘The Unforgiven’ and Drover thought she was a teenager.

Maybe it’s time for a makeover.

5. I’ve decided that long hair and ranching does not mesh well.
Unless you’re Audrey Hepburn, in which case it’s not an issue.
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What was I thinking when I got a shaggy dog to live on the ranch?

6. I’ve decided that pecans are the perfect food.
Especially when they are in a pie.

You get your protein, fiber, antioxidants, sugar fix, bread group and with a big glass of whole milk, your dairy group.

Is it wrong that I considered these facts when rationalizing the idea of serving Chocolate Double Pecan Pie as dinner?

7. I’ve decided that I like that my boys have 3 day weekends throughout the school year.
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I reserve the right to change my mind on any given weekend.

8. I’ve decided that snot has no real purpose in life.

I don’t care what anyone else says.

9. I’ve decided that I missed my calling as a wildlife photographer.
This picture is living proof.

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The bug on this wildflower is obviously posing for my camera.

10. I’ve decided that my life would not be complete without this man.

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2 out of 3 October 5, 2012

Filed under: Musings,Uncategorized — Piper Long @ 7:45 am

When I went to write yesterdays post about gardening, I meant to provide the link to last year’s post about planting garlic in the fall but I got sidetracked by the old gardening pictures and forgot all about it. So if you’ve been thinking you might want to add some variety to your garden by planting garlic, you can read my quick tutorial here.

In my defense though, the old pictures weren’t my only distraction… I had also been interrupted by a phone call from the school which I immediately assumed had to do with one of my children being deathly ill because my children come home from school and tell me things like, ‘Little Joe got sick today and threw up all over the place and teacher didn’t even send him home, he just sat there and kept throwing up and tried to do his work.’

They also tell me that they get detention if they don’t put their name on their paper.

And if they drop their pencil, it’s 2 laps during recess. So they say.

What kind of school is this? I thought. Back in my day we got swats for that type of thing.

But seriously, I truly expected one of my boys to come home and tell me they spent the entire day in the chokey.

For those of you who haven’t seen the movie or read the book, Matilda, you probably don’t quite understand the reference to the chokey, but I will tell you it is not a place that any of the young characters in the movie/book ever wanted to be.

So when I got the call from the school, you can imagine my surprise when they informed me that my oldest boy had been selected to be student of the month and if I had time, which I did, that I could come up and watch him receive the award at the assembly which started in 35 minutes.

This meant that if I was going to make it, I would need to be out of my robe and into some clothes with my hair and makeup somewhat presentable within the next 4.9991 minutes or else I’d miss it altogether.

When I got there, the kids were filing into the gym like single-file angels, taking their seats on the floor, criss-cross-applesauce style.

Being that it is such a small school it took me no time to find my boys in the crowd.

We sat through a short presentation from Smokey the Bear and his assistant concerning the importance of fire prevention. Following the presentation, the football players were introduced and the adorable cheerleaders, in their cheer uniforms, showcased their talents with a quick chant.

It seems to me the teachers have their bluff in on my boys. Football players, cheerleaders and Smokey the Bear would never have been allowed at Matilda’s school, Wormwood Elementary.

Finally, it was time for the principal to announce the student of the month. Turns out, a student from each of the grades, Pre-K through 3rd grade, had been selected as student of the month. As they name one child from each of the grades, I’m pleasantly surprised to hear the name of my middle child announced for his grade as well as the name of my oldest child for his grade.

For those of you that lost count, that’s 2 out of 3 of my children!

66.7% of my children…

More than half my children…

The majority of my children…

Most of my children…
If only I could raise that lil’ ‘un right…


A Good Seed October 4, 2012

Filed under: Gardening,Musings,Uncategorized — Piper Long @ 12:38 pm
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Once upon a time, I lived on a farm.

On this farm, I had a garden.

It was a good garden. Free from weeds. Fertile. Full of only good seeds and plants. Surrounded by lush, soft, beautiful green grass that smelled heavenly when cut. I’m obsessed with the smell of fresh cut grass lately. Mostly because the drought has deprived me of the scent I didn’t realize I craved. I smelled it for the first time in a long time when Drover mowed the few blades of grass in our yard the other day. I’ve been in a state of euphoria ever since.

Looking back at old pictures of this garden, I remember the euphoria it imposed upon me. And not just the garden, but the farm in general. The farm that has been in my family for years and years and will continue to be in my family for as long as I live. It’s the farm that we spent so much time restoring and manicuring. We built 4 big, new barns to replace the ones destroyed by the tornado. We dug nice deep ponds that filled with water back when it rained. We stretched sturdy, tight fences that actually contained the livestock we put behind them. For the most part.

In other words, we worked hard on this dairy farm.

‘We’ meaning Drover for the most part, I helped as best I could.

Each day I would throw my hair up in a bun and wrap it in a doo rag and head out to help Drover take care of whatever needed to be taken care of.

Looking back now it seems this typically involved dealing with manure.

Scraping manure from the lot… scrubbing manure from the walls of the barn… shoveling manure out of the chicken house…

My hair just wasn’t ever up for any of this. Hence the doo rag.

I don’t know why, but for some reason this picture always reminds me of the time when there was a thick layer of snow on the ground and I was going out to feed the bottle calves. Instead of just stopping at the doo rag, I decided to add a warm black knitted stocking hat… the kind that not only goes over your head, but your entire face with cutouts for the eyes, and mouth.

It also happened to be the day the vet was coming out to preg check some cows. He was dressed in Levi’s, a flannel shirt and a Carhart vest. No hat. I remember him looking at me with smiling eyes, trying to hide his amusement and saying, “Oh come on… it’s not THAT cold!”

Clutching the bottle carriers in both hands, making my way toward the barn, I tried to respond, to defend my cozy head piece, but by then the knit cap had worked its way up over my mouth and all that came out was mumbles.

Which brings me to where we are now.

Gardening at the ranch.

The ranch that has been in Drover’s family for many, many years.

The ranch that we decided needed a little sprucing up…. new fences… new ponds… new barns… new garden…


It’s a good thing we have three little braves to help us out.

They’re pretty good boys.


This one here…

He’s a good seed.

I think I’ll keep him.


A Dent in my Car October 3, 2012

Filed under: Musings — Piper Long @ 8:52 am
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There’s a dent in my car,
It twasn’t my fault.
Tis the spot where my horse’s hiney
came to a halt.
He was minding his own,
eating feed from the truck,
When he was startled by someone,
Who spoiled his luck.

Cause when a horse finds some feed,
it is fortunate you see…
Cause bicycle seats
aren’t quite as tasty.


Tis a good thing I saw this
after the fact,
the horse pen was built
to hold me back.

Through the gate


A Monday list, 8 hours 10 minutes late. October 2, 2012

Filed under: Musings — Piper Long @ 7:10 am
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1. Ticks take all the fun out of an unexpected, spontaneous stroll through the woods.
Especially teeny tiny eensy weensy seed ticks that your five-year-old can barely see good enough to remove with your best pair of tweezers.


2. Never underestimate an old cow’s greatest strength.
She might just hold the title of Head Butting Champion of the Herd. In which case, it might not be easy to rope her and load her in the trailer without going head-to-head with her.

3. Cinnamon Rolls are quite effective at removing kids from their 3″ memory foam topped mattresses.

4. Smoke alarms work well too.

5. Together, they’re brilliant.
Especially when the smoke was produced from the dripping buttery sweetness bubbling over the dish, having no effect on the deliciousness of the cinnamon rolls.


6. If you see a cowboy hat on the side of the road near the Drummond ranch, just keep driving. It’s prolly worn out.
Because if your kids are anything like mine, they’ll want to wear it anyway. Nevermind that they have nice, new fitted cowboy hats that are clean.


The Good, the Bad and the Positive. September 27, 2012

Filed under: Musings,Uncategorized — Piper Long @ 10:01 am

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I’ve got good news!! I found my domain!

The bad news: Somebody else owns it now and I’m not sure if they are going to give it back!

On a positive note: I will always have my WordPress name, so you can always read my blog at

I’m so glad we got that straightened out! And just think, I might not have figured all this out until tomorrow had the Mullendore cowboy not filled in for me today.

Because it takes a Mullendore cowboy to fill my boots.

Actually, they never really asked me to help out. Something about it only being one loose cow and me needing to be home to get the boys after school or some nonsense. OH! and I’m supposed to buy food because apparently my family is tired of eating beans and leftover spiral cut ham.

But it all worked out anyway because today is my Nana’s birthday AND it’s Thursday which means I have the perfect excuse to eat at Evelyn’s because Thursday is the day Evelyn’s has their fried chicken special. 4 pieces for the price of 2!

Plus I’m sure Drover wouldn’t want me to grocery shop on an empty stomach. Just think of all of they money I’ll be saving him by eating at Evelyn’s first.

I’ll have to be careful not to eat too much though or the whole plan could backfire and I’ll end up being too full to want to buy anything but salad and grapes. Then again, I’m going to have to eat enough to have the strength to push the cart which more often than not is so full that things are spilling out over the sides and into the isles.

This reminds me that I should probably make out a grocery list first.

I’ll need to pick up another raspberry filled Godiva chocolate bar because I just polished off the last of the one I bought while birthday shopping the other day, and after sharing it with Drover, it only left me wanting more.

“Where’d you get the Godiva bar?” Drover asked.

“I bought it to put in one of the birthday sacks, but it got smashed and I had to eat it” I explained, as I offered him half of the half eaten bar.

Now that I think about it… maybe I should buy 2.


Thank you Mullendore cowboy.


What’s in a name? September 26, 2012

Filed under: Musings,Uncategorized — Piper Long @ 2:25 pm

I showed up at the Tulsa Stockyards yesterday afternoon wearing a bright red peasant blouse and a pair of flat front khaki shorts. The blonde haired lady at the counter looked right at me, pointed her finger in recognition and said, “David Long.”

“That’s me,” I replied.

I’ve been known as Mrs. David Long ever since my freshman year of high school. We had a goofy coach named Coach Carter who would stand outside his classroom door and yell at students who were minding their own business in the hall between classes.


Nevermind that we weren’t married. As far as he was concerned, we may as well have been.

“Hey Coach Carter,” I’d reply with a wave and head on down the hall to my freshman class.

My husband (aka Drover) was voted best looking his senior year of high school, the year we met and started dating. I’m not sure he realized when he married me that I would be the face representing his good looks for the rest of his life. But now that we are one in marriage, I take the liberty to use his name whenever I need it.

When I get pulled over… when I need a table at a restaurant… when ordering food. I like to use his name when calling in Mexican food at the local restaurant. They too know me as David Long.

It’s so much easier for people to understand.

No one questions you when you give them the name David. It’s got muscle behind it. Piper, on the other hand starts a whole series of questioning.

“The name?”





“No, PIE-PER, P-I-P-E-R”

“P-I-P-E-R. Oh. …PIper …..where’d you get that name?”

“My Mom named me after an actress, Piper Laurie”

“Huh. Never heard of her. What movie was she in?”

“I dunno.”

I’ve since heard the name Piper on numerous occasions. I always turn to address the party saying my name because I’m still not used to having other Piper’s in the world with me.

But I’m glad they’re here… I just wish they would have come along a lot sooner.

Then Piper would have been more common and I wouldn’t have had to be known as David.


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