Country Rules

Country living has its perks.  Clean air, room to run around, old fashioned values, friendly neighbors…  Well, some neighbors.

This past week Music Man and I were up late as usual (we are total night owls), and heard a loud BAM BAM BAM.  Music Man jumped up and ran to the window.  I yelled “get the light!”.  Music Man was gifted a crazy powerful spotlight for his birthday this year and he loves it.  In fact he uses it on a nightly basis to see if there are deer in our yard sleeping.  I swear I think the poor deer are saying ‘yes yes we are here old man.  Now quit it with your light, we are trying to sleep!’.

Well this night we were super glad to have this spotlight.  Why?  To catch the young punks who were bashing in our mailbox.  MM shines his bad boy light and all we heard was screeching and ‘Aaaaahhh’ from several teenagers/young men as they peeled away from our house a la Dukes of Hazard style.

Then here was the conversation that went down between Music Man and I.

Me “That sucks!”

MM “I wish I had a shotgun so I could have shot them”.

Me “SHOOT THEM????!!!  You don’t want to go to jail for a mailbox!”

MM “It’s not going to kill them.  But it will hurt”

Me “How badly will it hurt?!”  (I’m imagining a big gaping hole in a poor teenage boys chest at this point.)

MM “It will burn their a** which is what they need.”

Me “Uh ok” (I’m clearly confused)

MM (Sensing that I am not getting it) “A shotgun bullet has a bunch of bb pellets in it.  It mostly just stings.”

Me “So it doesn’t kill them?”

MM “Well it could if you were really close but we aren’t close enough at all to do that”

Me “Yes but couldn’t you still go to jail?”

MM “Nope.  Country rules.”

Well this is what we found in the morning.

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Was this really necessary?  I guess one hit wasn’t enough to get their rocks off.

I just might be convinced to settle up with some Country Rules.

*It should be noted that Music Man is well acquainted with Country Rules because he himself was administered this healthy dose of terrible teenage medicine while doing jerk things to neighbors growing up.  Guess a little sting helps put your brain back in your head*

**I don’t actually support real violence towards neighbor kids.  But I do support a 1950’s mentality where a neighbor goes to their neighbor and chews out that Denis the Menace kid who decided that throwing their baseball into their neighbors window on purpose, gets you a big dose of punishment.  And if that punishment should sting on the tush, then so be it.**

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Pipe Dream

Recently I’ve been consumed with thoughts of WHAT IF…..

WHAT IF ….  We only lived in Minnesota.

WHAT IF …. We lived debt free.

WHAT IF …. We didn’t have to work, except to pay a couple of bills

Here’s the thing.  If we were to sell our home in California, we could put all of that money into our home in Minnesota and OWN OUR HOME.  And I don’t mean, oh yes I’ll check the box that says “I own my home” vs “Rent”.  No, I mean ZERO MORTGAGE PAYMENTS.  What would our lives be like then?!?!

The stress of a full-time job would be off the table.  I could *potentially* have more time with my husband and children.  We could grow our own fresh food that we could can and eat for the entire year.  We could build a green house and grow even more food that doesn’t normally grow in our zone.

My kids would learn country living skills that you just can’t quite learn in the suburbs.  They would learn what seasons really mean.  They would learn to appreciate the outdoors instead of take it for granted.

We could have chickens and eat fresh farm eggs!  We could raise some to humanely eat later.  We could have a horse or two and could actually use that horse shed that is on the property.

But then reality sets in….

Then I wouldn’t see my family.

I wouldn’t see my friends.

I wouldn’t learn the truth and word of God with my beloved church family.

Music Man would still have to travel sometimes to make some money, which means there would be days and nights where daddy wouldn’t be home.  It would be me and 4 young children alone.  I hate those days/nights.

Homeschooling in Minnesota means more regulation and tests with the government.  There are fewer opportunities for my kids to socialize in a small town.  I certainly don’t want to ostracize my kids from the world.

Winters in Minnesota.  6 months out of the year in SNOW.  Holy cow, I’m not sure I can honestly do that.

So for now we are still going to live our double lives.  But man a girl can dream about living DEBT FREE.  One day my friends, one day.

Country Fair (part 3)

A funny thing can happen when you re-enter your hometown, or in this case your home state.  You begin to recognize familiar faces.  Going to the local fair was no exception.

Country and State Fairs generally have good bands and good entertainment.  Looking at the line up of bands playing, of course Music Man recognizes not just one, but several bands that he used to play along side with.  He was never in their bands, but was often playing the same gigs with them.

We decided to get a babysitter and head on over to the night side of things at the local fair and catch up with this killer band.

At the door when they checked ID’s, the bouncer couldn’t help but notice our out-of-state licenses.

“California?!” said with indignation.

“Yup” I responded with a big of a laugh.

“You should have stayed there” said without a trace of humor as he handed me back my card.

Music Man and I head in to the sparsely attended concert and quickly found some seats.  It was still early in the evening so the crowd wasn’t yet loose enough to visibly enjoy the show.  They were politely appreciating the musicianship from the stage.  I couldn’t help but laugh at the stereotypes filling the room.

The band had its old as dirt guitar player who started the band along with some young’ns to spruce up the cool factor.  The new lead singer/lead guitar player looked like he was plucked straight off a pick up game of baseball.  Totally clean cut All-American.  The juxtaposition had me chuckling.  He didn’t lack charisma though.

I was however pleasantly surprised at the level of talent this band had.  I was digging it.

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During their first 10 minute break, we decided to be brave and re-introduce ourselves.  And low and behold the lead singer recognized Music Man before we even said hello.

“You may not remember me, but…”  MM uttered.

“I can’t remember your name but I definitely remember your face!” lead guy says enthusiastically.  They shook hands like old friends, which I guess they were.  Lead singer even remembered several key facts about Music Man, like where he was going off to college, and how good of a player he was.  I was truly amazed at this guys memory.  It had been over 20 years since these 2 guys had seen each other, and they weren’t even in the same band!

After introducing me and playing a bit of catch up, we were interrupted by a guy in the crowd who just needed to have a particular song played (the band didn’t know it).  We took our cue and left for a bit.

We decided it was time to go on a culinary adventure.  This was a pig sausage on stick for me and in a bun for MM.  Disappointing I have to say.  Later we had funnel cake sticks, for me, and a bag of mini donuts for him.  Much better.

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We never did go on any rides but we had fun anyway.

 

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We came back after this short break and enjoyed another loud round of rock and roll/country music.

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I have to say that exposure to this band and MM’s familiarity with them, gave me a glimpse into a parallel universe.  A “what if” adventure series book tale if you will.  (remember those?  I loved those as a kid!)   This is what our lives could have been.  My man playing gigs 20-25 nights out of the month and recording local bands during the day.  Not a bad life.

But I certainly am glad how things turned out the way they did.

California bound (again)

So this past week has been nothing short of a whirlwind.  We went back to California for a wedding and made it a quick trip.  But not so quick that we didn’t have some to party it up like college kids because we were KIDS FREE.  It was such a rarity that we honestly didn’t even know what to do with ourselves.  Music man was nearly narcaleptic since the moment we got on the plane (understandable since we had only gotten a few hours of sleep), but I was like a sugar highed preschooler who had just inhaled her last m&m.  I was hyper and ready for FUN.  

By the time we had landed I was sober with a lot more of my book read and back to the land of reality sleepiness.  So after a nice breakfast with the Mother and Father of the Bride, who were kind enough to be our airport chauffeurs, we did what every parent dreams of.

We took a nap.  

In the middle of the day.

For as long as we could (which wasn’t very long due to my inner sugar addicted child screaming for big fun).

And it was GLORIOUS.

A parental dream come true for sure.

After we got the most important thing out of the way we decided to check out our measley fruit trees and discovered that there were some peaches ready and ripe to eat!

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Since we had zero food in our fridge, these beauties became our breakfast for the next day.  

Now that we were rested and had nothing on the agenda we decided to live it up suburban style and go out to eat (where we could actually eat warm food) and see a movie that I had been waiting so patiently to see (Divergent).

We wound up eating our favorite cuisine, sushi.  It was heavenly.  Generous portions of amazing fish.  So good.  However, since it was an all you can eat situation, I decided to test my luck.  I thought “Hey things are going so well right now why don’t I screw it up?”  Ok so I didn’t actually think that.  What I actually thought was “Hey I’m going to be adventurous!”  Which of course was an awful mistake.

I ordered a quail egg shooter.  

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As soon as I saw it I thought “NO NO NO NO”.

But I can’t back down now.

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Down the hatch!  

I don’t recommend it.  *barf*

(please excuse the bad hair.  It looked cuter in person.  Or so I thought)

Main point?  We had a rare moment without kids, responsibility, or work.  Basically it was awesome.  

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*Music man and I at our friends mountain top/golf course wedding*