When you are a ranch woman or woman living at a ranch…
or a female who loves her serene country lifestyle even if it exists at least 30 to 70 miles away from the nearest shopping mall/friendly neighborhood coffee joint/specialty pub/bowling alley/mexican restaurant…
or a lady who happens to have an extensive fancy shoe collection hiding out under her bed but mostly just plops around in muck boots whenever she pulls her hair up to leave the house…
or just a plain old country girl surrounded by dogs and dirt and sky, there are certain and particular instances where you may have to leave the cats and the cowboy hat clad hubby in the dust, pluck your eyebrows, apply heat to your hair, dig out those shoes and head toward civilization to get some things done.
Yes, even though it takes a certain amount of coaxing for some, it is necessary, can and should be done for the sanity and femininity of our species.
That being said, besides the sudden realization that it may be necessary to pay attention to her outer appearance, there are a list of activities that increase a country girl’s odds of painting her toenails and taking the long highway to the big city.
One of the items on this particular list has to do with work, of course. Occasionally a ranch woman treks to the big city in order to network with other country girls, to learn about her profession and to talk it out the way women do so well. But rural girls are resourceful and if they are going to go all that way for the sake of professional development there is no way she is going to pass on the opportunity to enjoy the other items on the aforementioned list:
And all of the above are done with a passion that only a remote country girl can possess for the activities that city girls, surrounded by such luxuries, have come to take advantage of.
Luxuries like the easy access to pizza prepared in someone else’s oven, seventeen-thousand coffee choices, buffalo wings, specialty margaritas and brand new jeans of every shape, size and color waiting for you around every corner.
It should go without saying that in these situations country ladies waste no time and take no prisoners. And while we are waking up early to drive to the coffee-shop to get started on that list of specialty brews to help propel us through Hobby Lobby and Bed Bath and Beyond and Home Depot and all the quaint downtown gift shops before lunch at our favorite restaurant where we order a fancy cocktail, an appetizer, soup, salad, entree and dessert then take a deep breath of preparation to tackle the next phase of taking on the town and every store at the mall, we are busy making plans for the dancing.
Cue photo montage of a few country girls in action so you can catch the vibe I’m throwing…
Ok moving right along…
So while country girls immerse themselves in life between stoplights and restaurants and pavement, back at the ranch the snow carries on with the melting, the grass with the growing, the clouds with the rolling, the husband with the working, the horses with the grazing. We call home in the morning and get the report and most of the time it’s “Oh, nothing new, just working….the weather’s been shitty, the dogs ran away…nothing new at all.”
But sometimes a country girl, a ranch woman donning the appropriate footwear choses to hit the big town for a week and accidentally misses a milestone, some activity, a transaction, a big exciting, adorable event and nothing she can purchase or drink or stroll around in the big town could compare to being on the road on her way back home…
to find this walking out into the barnyard…
to tend to the newest additions to the Veeder Ranch….
This country girl’s not going anywhere for a while…
And while I love my fancy shoes and seventeen thousand unattainable flavors of coffee and music ringing in the streets from open bar doors, it is and always will be…
so sweet to be home.
I enjoyed this… reminds me of how I always wanted to periodically hit the cities when I was younger… still do on occ as my sisters live there, but now the shopping isn’t such a big deal… I order online … including all the exotic coffees 🙂 and other gourmet food products I like to pick up on occ.
Love, love the pics of the baby calves… so much fun!
Ahh, another awesome blog. The calves are so cute(reminiscing my time on the farm w/ calves). May not happen this year but soon, I’ll come by for a visit. Have a gr8 tomorrow. Nicole
I remember one year, some of us drove to teacher’s convention in Fargo and after one meeting, I decided to probe the town and visit my grandma and NDSU and 3 days later, we were on our way home. I didn’t get paid because I skipped the meetings and we were drinking beer all the way back. We stopped at Club 85 near Fairfield to relieve ourselves of all that beer. The guys side was on the north end. the ladies end on the south end. We walked into the restroom and wound up outside on a path leading to a single outhouse. We all almost peed our pants. The driver was a guy named Christianson who used to sing with the Jolly O’s. Fun Times. It’s a wonder we didn’t die.
Great photos – great story! As always, thanks for sharing!! In a tidbit of news from the East coast – I will be flying home to NoDak for 10 days in May! Yeeeha! I am bring wee little Alice home to show her off. Okay, that’s all. Take care!
Awww love those sweet little babies and that cute little cousin offspring 🙂
Aww, what nice welcome home gifts! I too have had those “sudden realizations” that I should pay attention to my appearance…I don’t think I’ve ever used a mirror so infrequently as I have since we moved up here. Just wish I looked half as good as you do before getting gussied up! Glad you had a good time on the town. 🙂
was that trampled by turtles, pert near sandstone? help
Hugh, it was Pert Near Sandstone! Good eye. Haha, should have labeled that one for inquiring minds 🙂
Great photos! Love the calves.
Thanks robin. Aren’t those calves just lovable. They make my day every visit to the barn with the big bottles 🙂