Rural Housewives v. “Real Housewives”

Disclaimer: I LOVE the Real Housewives Franchises, this will not be a bash on them. Just a comparison between myself and my ladies on TV. 

Last night I was indulging in my favorite guilty pleasure. Real Housewives.  I love my break from reality to watch reality.  (thank you DVR for being invented so I can watch these shows when the entire house is tucked in bed). I snuggled down into my recliner, grabbed a glass of wine (Sutter Home, in case you wanted to know just how fancy I am) and I enjoyed an hour worth of women.  Afterwards, I started to think about the similarities and differences I have with them.

  • Clothes
    • THEM: Fashion Week. They went!  And they actually know the designers. I have literally never heard of 90% of those. Also, when they go shopping, ladies, they GO SHOPPING. They try things on that I would never touch,I get too scared of the “you break you buy” rule! They also wear white. I haven’t worn a white shirt since I had kids and NEVER in my entire life did I wear white pants. There is no way I wouldn’t get dirt, grime, or some other substance on them.
    • ME: Let’s just say it’s a stark contrast. The boots and pants I have on cost me less than $50 combined, the most expensive item of clothing I own (besides my wedding dress) is probably a dress I bought for a wedding a long time ago which cost $80. But let me tell you. I make that $80 work baby!
  • Vacations
    • THEM: They go to amazing places. They stay in amazing places. They travel first class. I am actually learning quite a bit about geography from this show. So I consider it educational.
    • ME:We go amazing places, but we RARELY  fly anywhere. We typically go to the mountains, up the river, to the lake, camping, fishing, or horseback riding. It’s not exotic, but it is amazing. I live near Hell’s Canyon, it is beyond gorgeous. And sometimes, when we get that wild travel bug, we will drive a couple of hours and go to the “city” and maybe even stay the night at a hotel.

Side story, this time last year, we actually rented a van with other couple friends of ours, drove to Spokane and went to an Eric Church concert. You haven’t lived until you have been in a 15 passenger van with your friends for several hours. 

  • Children
    • THEM: They have them. Sometimes they are so adorable I can’t hardly stand it! Sometimes they act like total S**Ts.
    • ME: I have them. Sometimes they are so adorable I can’t hardly stand it! Sometimes they act like total S***Ts.

In the area of children, basically I am the same as they are. I am sure that each one has messed up something with their kids schedules, lunches, snack days, etc. I think it a part of the natural mom-condition.

  • Drama
    • THEM: Well, they may not be very different from me in this area. However, the scope of their drama is much different. They get in dramatic flair ups over rooms, houses, glasses. That doesn’t happen here (as much), but the big things like the he-said, she-said or the allegations, accusations, back stabbing. GIIIRRRRLLL I KNOW that kind
    • ME: Rural America drama is different. Sometimes it’s local rodeo drama, sometimes it’s our local elected leaders. Sometimes it’s a super judgey frenemy who makes a mountain out of a mole hill. Sometimes it’s a jealous girlfriend or ex-wife who starts drama. Sometimes it’s the owners of a loose dog causing drama. We have in-law fighting and resentment, we have outlaws on the loose. We have High Society type feuds and we have knock down drag out fights. And bless your sweet heart, we are passive aggressive.


  • Quality of Life
    • THEM: They seem happy.
    • ME: I AM happy.

On this we are very much the same, regardless of the clothes, the cars, the vacations, the husbands, the money, the children, the drama, the diets, they seem happy. I know I am happy. I guess it’s true, we aren’t all so very different after all!


Why do this comparison? I don’t know, because sometimes it is easy to get jealous of someone else’s life. But in “reality”, the grass is just the same grass. All that matters is that you take care of you own on your side of the fence (this felt like a fitting rural analogy). I will continue to watch my RH franchised shows until Bravo stops making them, but I am never jealous of them. I have my own drama to tend to at home and my own chaos to manage. Speaking of, I just realized I need to find a shoe box lid for a school project one of the little’s has. Oh boy. When was the last time I bought shoes!!!!?????


Until next type 🙂


Even Sick Days have Silver linings.


Sick Days maybe aren’t all bad.
We had managed to escape the nasty flu; until last night. The night ended with a trip the ER for a crazy high fever I couldn’t get controlled. However, this trip did manage to include a strange amount of laughter.  These littles are always teaching me lessons, this was a clear lesson in finding for the silver lining.

First, it is important to know this little factoid: my daughter is OBSESSED with doctors. It is slightly bizarre, especially since our son could not be more opposite.  She wants to grow up to be a baby doctor and a dentist (her picks not mine), at her last check up she was more excited than a girl getting a new pony. She RAN into the office, was bouncing off the wall, asking tons of questions, helping the Dr. and of course telling everyone she was going to be a Dr. someday. Then at the end, she ASKED THE NURSE NOT TO FORGET HER SHOTS!!! After the shots, she looked at the nurse and says “Thank You” in the sweetest voice known to man. It is a sight to behold, this I promise you.

So fast forward to last night, she has a crazy high fever, body aches all over, and is generally miserable. I was unable to get the fever down so we had to take her to the ER. She was barely talking before we jumped in the truck, then from the backseat I heard a faint “Mom…….. are we going to see a Dr.?” I replied that we certainly were and immediately she was an entirely different person! Chatty, excited, giddy….. still with a 104+ fever, but the happiest sick girl. She bounced on into the ER and I couldn’t keep up with her questions about all the equipment, doctors, and people. She was in heaven, she was diagnosed, treated and sent on her way. When we got home, she was so excited to tell Daddy about the hospital.

She reminded me that even in the crudd-iest scenarios, there is always something to be thankful for. In her case, the Gatorade glass is half full.

However, we are in home quarantine for the next several days. I am day one in and I am already having some Lord of the Flies flashbacks. I can’t begin to explain how addicted we are to being outside, being wild and crazy and to not having to be stuck in our house! (I think any outsider could tell if they saw the state of my house cleaning) but I am looking down the tunnel at most likely 3 days inside……….. I am setting some goals

1)      Prevent other household members from getting sick

2)      Put all laundry away, perhaps get caught up on laundry for the first time….. maybe ever?

3)      Buy a pallet of Lysol Disinfectant to assist with goal number one.

4) Enjoy this unexpected time off from work and make some great memories with the littles

5) Keep finding the silver linings

This is unrelated, but I must also share, for those of you who happened to read my New Years Resolutions list, I FINALLY DID ONE!! I actually did a cute Pinterest inspired snack for the other little’s snack leader day! (link below) Rainbow Fruit Kabobs- I somehow, in all my rejoicing, did not take a picture. But trust me. I DID IT and I feel like the most powerful mother of all!!!I was slightly concerned about sending my son to school with the equivalent  of 18 wooden swords, but thankfully there was no issue!

Until next type, stay happy and healthy friends!


Fruit Kabobs:

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Dear Moms, You Rock.

Dear Moms,

You are crushing it. Thank you for being a mom with me. In case you don’t hear it often enough- you rock. Momming is not easy, and I thank you for being there with me. Whether it is in blogs, coffee shops, shopping cart returns, children activities, doctors offices, parks,  Instagram, Pinterest, Facebook HOWEVER we are sharing our experiences in momhood together. I appreciate you, I need you, I love you. Please continue to teach me, show me, encourage me, and share with me.

To stay at home moms, thank you for teaching me that children require time and sacrifice.

To working moms, thank you for teaching me that children require time and sacrifice.

To the rural mom, thank you for showing me the importance of the little things.

To the urban mom, thank you for showing me the importance of the little things.

To the organic Mom, thank you for encouraging me do the best I can.

To the non-organic moms, thank you for encouraging me to do the best I can.

To the single mom, thank you for teaching me what it is important and how to prioritize.

To the married mom, thank you for teaching me what is important and how to prioritize.

To the mom with a whole slew of children, thank you for showing me what balance and patience looks like.

To the mom of a single child, thank you for showing me what balance and patience looks like.

To the new mom, thank you for sharing your vulnerabilities.

To the experienced mom, thank you for sharing your vulnerabilities.

To the breast-feeding mom, thank you for showing me the beauty in feeding and nourishing.

To the formula feeding mom, thank you for showing me the beauty in feeding and nourishing.

Thank you to all moms, of all walks of like. We really aren’t that different and we all need the support. Thank you for offering that to me regardless of how different on the surface we may be. Our hearts are the same.

From this one mom to all of you, thank you for being amazing. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for sharing the parts of you that are beautiful and the parts that are messy. You are making me stronger.


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Our guide to an Idaho President’s Day Weekend

Round these parts, we get a little country to celebrate those Presidents. Nothing screams America (‘Merica) like campfires, cabins and children.

Truly though, this long weekend was a beautiful time. We headed out Friday evening (late due to a bull sale the hubby was attending)  to a friends property about an hour from town.  We pulled our home away from home (aka the camper)  and settled in for a wonderful long weekend.  The essential elements included:

  • Cabin
  • Snow
  • Family
  • Friends
  • Food
  • 4-wheeler
  • Sled
  • Fire
  • Good Music

As a friend, in case you want to plan something similar, here are some things I discovered over the weekend:

  • Making a pot of hot cocoa in a single serve K-Cup coffee maker will take an average 83.725 years. DO NOT ATTEMPT. BUY POWDERED HOT COCOA IN MASS QUANTITIES.


  • Gloves do not like to stay together in pairs; they actually have an aversion to being together, like Kim Cattrall and SJP. It is difficult to manage. (Shortly after this picture was taken, one of the gloves went missing, never to be seen again-RIP Glove, your purpose was appreciated)


  • Friends don’t let friends lose races to the boys. (Because Girls rule and Boys drool I don’t think we are actually adults yet)IMG_8304


  • Organizing a sled hill is actually worse than herding cats. I am saying this only because I think I can imagine herding cats, but I did attempt organizing the sledding and trust me it could not be done.


  • Friends are the spice of life, especially if you surround yourself with spicy friends. We have no shortage of that spicy, saucy—-whatever food description you want to use to explain what you see here. Nonetheless, never a dull moment!


  • There is nothing in the world cuter that can compare in cuteness to a baby and a new puppy. (We had both this weekend- Cuteness overload)


  • The winter Olympics is for talented athletes only, much better to watch than actually attempt any modified versions at home (i.e. sleds are not luges and curling is harder than you think without proper tools)

But most importantly, and I think the President’s might agree, a weekend in the woods is exactly what the soul needs, both young and old.DSC_0072


Annual Mimosa Tour

“God Made Mimosas because Momming is tough.”

I am sure that was said by some insightful philosopher once, I am just not sure who. If it hasn’t been credited to anyone, I will take credit!

Before I get into the details of my Saturday, I need to paint you a picture of what my town is like. We have no skyscrapers, we have maybe a two-storied building in the main part of town. We have no suburbs. We have one movie theater, one Wal-Mart, a Costco and a handful of roundabouts. We do divide the region up into 4 “sections” of the valley. I happen to live in the “Heights” (named that because we at slightly above sea level (FYI I am near Hells Canyon). The Heights is full of small hobby farms (horses, sheep, chickens, pigs etc.), baseball fields, a school and little grocery store (picture 3 aisles and some slushie machines). Up here in the Heights, I am fortunate enough to be surrounded by some very like-minded moms, but unfortunately, I don’t get to spend near enough time with them. So, cue Mimosa Tour.


The Mimosa Tour is truly a gift of mommy empowerment.

Here is how it works, 10 moms get together the Saturday before Valentine’s Day (we have had enough time to recover from the Holidays and it’s just enough time in front of the crazy spring schedules – Fair, branding, baseball, school concerts, spring break etc.). We meet at the first stop (home) and our hosts (2 of the moms) prepare for us a mimosa and brunch item. Then we spend the next hour or so in their kitchen, living room or deck (wherever we can all gather) and begin the mom-battery recharge. We talk about all things under the sun, from kid ailments to Real Housewives, from pig weigh in to pinterest crafts. We reconnect, we offer support for each other, and we remember why it is important to have quality girl time.

After we have finished our drink, food and have a good spot in conversation to move on, we take off to the next stop. Keeping in mind we span a 3 mile distance at max, so our stops are strategically planned so we are within a close distance for walking, biking or maybe someday horseback riding (we are just that rural), however we always have a husband who is available to drive us as well if the weather is nasty. Then we do it all again the next home.  The entire morning will take us a little over 5 hours for the 5 stops.

The other important piece to this, is that each stop is an empty home. The husbands and littles are all gathered at my home with my husband. They plan a morning of games (football, baseball, even the Wii) and eat, visit and enjoy each other as well, so basically they tailgate at our shop with the kids; this leaves them all as eager for Mimosa tour as us ladies are each year.

What is the “moral” to my story today? Fellow moms, you need each other, you need time together outside of sitting at dance or wrestling practice. When we became moms, we joined a sisterhood of moms, and we must remember to nurture our bond. Each year, the mimosa tour allows a chance for me to see the insides of my friendsIMG_7990‘ homes, admire their work, laugh with them (cry with them too if needed), and build us all up. I am fully recharged and ready to tackle this next year of mom-hood! If you don’t do something that brings you and mom friends together, I strongly encourage it! As a reminder, I started into this group only barely knowing some of the moms and now I consider them a sister-mom.

As women, we need each other, we need our time together, and we need champagne.


So, I got bored

Momming has parts that are no fun. 

The list of chores is endless and I swear the housework is NEVER DONE!!! So I try to devote a weekend time block to catching back up (all rooms, all chores) even though I spot clean and do constant laundry throughout the week. But that time block IS BORING!! No woman ever said “I can’t wait to get home to do the dishes, laundry, vacuuming”.  So I have to make it more exciting.

Last weekend I got really bored and the girl and I did this:

I did this on purpose to send to my other mom friends via text, which I did and they LOVED/LAUGHED (probably pee’d a little). So, my hope is at least you giggle a little.

Add fun to routine folks, it prevents boredom.


Simple Pleasures of Mommy-hood

Listen, I used to be much more diva-licious. I used to be put together. I used to care about my hair, nails, makeup and shoes. Then I became a Mom (best day of my life) and I had to make sacrifices. My nails are hardly done, my hair is often a little on the “iffy” side and my makeup is often confused with my 4 year olds since we both use Wet N’Wild and Bonnie Bell. Listen though; I did NOT give up shoes.  img_5276.jpg

So this said, things basically change when mommy-hood start; which gives way to a new appreciation for small things.

Case in Point, I splurged and purchased the nice shampoo, conditioner and hairspray. And immediately the world is brighter, the grass is greener, the messes look cleaner. I am quite positive I currently look as if I belong on America’s Next Top Mom Model.

It’s amazing what a difference the small things make.

Next trip to the store, I may even splurge for the face primer. No, scratch that– I just remembered I had to budget for 100 valentines this year (will they be pinterest worthy?  maybe- we will have to wait and see). Two daycare parties, 2 school parties, which if you are doing mom math will roughly equal 1.5 bottles of wine.

I will just enjoy my fancy smancy new hair stuff and live my best life for the rest of this month. Maybe next month will be face primer month (AKA March).img_5258.jpg