Monday, March 31, 2008
There are Park Rangers, Interpreters, and Park Management. Customarily, many of the Superintendents were Rangers or Interpreters and have moved up to Park Management. Park Rangers are responsible for the overall safety of the Park; law enforcement, first responders (medical), and firefighters.
Interpreters are the ones who educate or actually "interpret" the park, good choice for a name, huh? With historical parks, they would be the people who give you tours and teach about the time period of that park, for recreational parks they would give "programs" about what weeds are edible and the animals in the area by identifying their poop. O.K. now my friend Flying Squirrel is an interpreter and she does much more than eating weeds and studying animal poop, but this is just to give you an idea.
Uniform staff (Superintendents, Asst. Superintendent, Rangers, and Interpreters) live on the park. This has its ups and downs, yes we have a nice home in a Park setting, but my husband is always at work it seems. This is one reason we have land and are building a get-a-way cabin. Previously, we were at a mountain park and now that we have been gone 3 years (this week) we can look back and see how we took advantage of such a wonderful place to live. I think since it is your home and you are immersed in it, you don't enjoy it like a park visitor does. But, for obvious reasons, living on a park is a great place to raise our kids.
Without you, the tourist, it is pointless. As The Park Wife, I just ask that you respect the resource --listen to the interpreter that is trying to share a piece of the park with you and take pictures but leave nothing but footprints.
Get out and visit the parks in your area this weekend. There are official Junior Ranger Badges with your name on them.
The Park Wife
Sunday, March 30, 2008
We just returned from our land where we were fortunate enough to have an engineer (a friend of a friend) that works for our State Highway Department come out along with a bulldozer guy to walk our land with Big Buckaroo and make some decisions about what to do with our road after the whole "stuck in the mud debacle".
I am going to write some posts soon answering the questions you left for The Park Wife last week. I think I will give you the "quick" version of our love story, as to not bore you nor get comments (again) that I am trying to be like that talented blogger from Oklahoma that lives on a ranch.
As I have said numerous times (maybe to convince you, maybe to convince me, I am not sure... I did not pay attention real well in my college Psychology class) I am very unapologetic for who I am and my beliefs, I do not want to be like anyone else, I just want to be me. Sometimes that is scary, and a bit boring, but that is how it is!!!!
Off to church for a wonderful parenting discipleship class.
The Park Wife
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Littlest Buckaroo wears his gun belt and hat the majority of the day and Little Buckaroo decided he would indulge his brother by tearing himself away from his trains and play cowboy with him.
A good friend of mine that I used to work with BB (Before Buckaroos) is driving to see us today with her children. Her son is bringing some old football pads for Little Buckaroo to wear while they throw the football. From cowboy one day to football player the next, he is so diverse.
Have a wonderful day,
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Since I have always been a little different (even though growing up I wanted to be just like all the other girls), rather than posting 100 things about me, I am going to open up The Park Wife Manual on Life and answer your questions.
How do you become a Park Ranger or more importantly how do you marry a Park Ranger? What is the difference in The Park Wife's chicken and the chicken at the store? How does The Park Wife respond when a buckaroo throws her an attitude? How oftern do I get my haircut? You know, all the life-changing important things you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask. O.K., I might be flattering myself, but it's my 100 post party so just indulge me please.
So, think hard and nothing is off limits.... well, except if I feel attacked, the answer is unflattering, or it has yet to be written in The Park Wife's Manual on Life and I can't think of an appropriate answer. Hey, I have 5 brothers so I learned to set boundaries early, right after I got shot with the BB gun.
Happy 106th post to me!
The Park Wife
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Little Buckaroo was able to express himself with his signature red high tops. Sometimes he reminds me so much of Opie on the Andy Griffith Show. I am sure Happy Days are ahead for him (sorry, I could not resist).
The boys are so oblivious to the whole Easter Bunny thing. We have chosen to focus solely on Christmas as Christ's birth (no Santa Clause) and Easter on the resurrection (no Easter baskets or Easter Bunny). Our choice, our beliefs, I know everyone does not agree.
We did let them do the egg hunt right before Sunday School, they just thought they got to get some candy before church, the Buckaroo's do get to have fun. But, let me tell you, that wandering person dressed as a bunny running around Wal-mart the week of Easter tends to provoke conversation among the Buckaroos. I am sorry to any children that heard Little Buckaroo explaining to Littlest Buckaroo (a little too loudly) last Friday who the Easter Bunny was or actually was not and what Easter is really about.
Can't you imagine what they were saying:
Max: Thanks Buckaroo, mom says it is time for Sunday School, I gotta go.
LB: See ya, I probably have to go take ANOTHER picture.
This is Little Buckaroo's Sunday School teacher and babysitter. She is one of only a few people that I have left my children with, ever. I adore her and her family. Her mom is my mentor mom I have written about. She has a heart for children and is exceptional with our boys.
It was a fabulous weekend focusing on Jesus' sacrifice and teaching our children about what He did for us. For that, I am in awe and so very grateful.
Have a wonderful week,
Monday, March 24, 2008
The Buckaroos started off the weekend riding their Go-Kart, yes, it is still working. We have not had a Go-Kart Debacle for a while, I better go knock on wood right now!
Little Buckaroo is a very safe driver, no they do not have on helmets. Believe me, they were not going fast enough for me to have to even jog to keep up with them. Not that I would jog, or run, unless someone was chasing me.
The lure of a mud puddle was too much to resist. Big Buckaroo was washing our vehicles and the water ran down the driveway and made this "oh so fun" pool of clothes staining mush.
For some reason, I do not think Little Buckaroo is remotely worried about getting the mud stains out of his clothes. Yes, his brother does whatever he does, and I would not change that.
Now, this is fun! I pray that they continue to delight in the strength and wildness that God created in them. I want them to grow into adventurous men, not bored boy's whose hearts are lost to emasculation. Alright, enough of my Wild at Heart preaching today.
I think this picture would be an ideal advertisement for a Gap and Old Navy outdoor line for kids.
We did have a bit of a "skunk episode" on Saturday. We were finishing up lunch outside on the deck and Big and Little Buckaroo had walked up to the garden, I ran inside to the kitchen and Littlest Buckaroo was still on the deck eating. I heard Big Buckaroo screaming for me, I ran out and a skunk was running across our yard. Our crazy boxer, Lucky, was chasing the skunk, right up to our house. As the skunk was trying to get under the one way under our house, he sprayed Lucky, well, he was not very lucky that day. All the windows in the house were open to get the fresh air from the beautiful day, but then, skunk smell!!!!! After putting out vinegar, turning on all ceiling fans, opening all house windows and doors, then leaving for a couple of hours, the house was almost skunk smell-less. Oh, the life of The Park Wife.
Have a wonderful day,
The Park Wife
Saturday, March 22, 2008
It is a fact that a good family photo of us is few and far between, it is a fact that I have had to come to terms with. So, to not try to gloss over or misrepresent who we really are, let me let you into what really happens during picture time.
Littlest Buckaroo adores his big brother and looks to him for answers to questions like why is the sky blue? what's Walker, Texas Ranger's real name? why does mom have us sitting in the grass with this basket between us while we are wearing these uncomfortable blue coats? Oh, the knowledge this boy is acquiring from his big brother will take him far in life.
We will try again tomorrow morning before church.... maybe, if we are not running too late, my hair does not look too horrible, the boys have not spilled food on their Easter clothes, Big Buckaroo gets dressed in time....etc. etc.
Friday, March 21, 2008
They are digging around an 1840s home, the archaeologist is showing Little Buckaroo where they have just found the home's old well (see arrow).
The archaeologist was very kind and stopped what he was doing to spend time with Little Buckaroo. He explained how the dig process works and some of the things he had found. The fact that Big Buckaroo had his gun on his hip was not the reason (see left side of photo), I think the guy is just nice. Little Buckaroo is holding a medicine bottle they found. The archaeologist is so knowledgeable that he could narrow it down to almost the year that this type of bottle was used in this area.
Just so you will know, the Jonquils are still beautiful around here. And, this is one thing that the archaeologist can not dig up!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Life’s pretty good, and why wouldn’t it be? I’m a pirate, after all.
Yarrgh! Ahoy me matie!
(yes, that is a plastic bucket boat, a pirate needs a ship)
You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow (AKA Cowboy Littlest Buckaroo).
We have a wonderful opportunity today. They are doing an archaeological dig at the Park. This has been done on several occasions in the past and over 250,000 archaeological artifacts have been recovered, some dating back 3 decades before the Civil War. Little Buckaroo sure is excited about "school" today. Check back tomorrow for the full report.
The Park Wife
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
This is our second rooster, the first one was very mean so we gave him away. He also must have been blind as he crowed all during the night. I REALLY questioned the whole chicken husbandry idea during the "mean rooster's" reign.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I just finished tilling the garden (for the second time) and am getting ready to plant soon. I can't wait for fresh tomatoes to use in my salsa!
You can see the chicken pen in the far back left corner of the garden.
The Park Wife
Monday, March 17, 2008
Over the weekend, we witnessed many different ways to get to and around the big festival at the Park. It was crowded, so you had to be careful of all the people and at times very creative to get from point A (the bloomin' onion stand) to point B (the craft area with all the cool, creative people selling their wares).
Or, you could just get pushed around in a stroller all day. I figure that I am putting my time in pushing him around now in the hopes that when I am old, he will push me around. Sorry, ladies, this is the beautiful wife of the Ranger in the previous picture.
In my opinion, the best way to get around the Park during festival time is walking around with a good friend. I was fortunate to have another park wife and other friends with their children to hang out with all weekend.
We have to wait a whole year before the festival comes back around. I am alright with this as I am about festivaled out and Big Buckaroo is definitely festivaled out!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Here is the thing about festival food, you get so excited about ordering it, but then after you eat the grease you think, "why in the world did I get that?" Needless to say, we had a vegetable heavy salad for dinner last night to alleviate some of my guilt and to balance out the Crisco heavy lunch.
Alright, if you don't want my child-rearing philosophy, please skip on down to the next picture because I am about to give MY opinion, this does not mean that everyone agrees, but it is MY opinion (and this is my blog, and I am the one typing here).
When children are this small it really bothers me when adults come up and see scene like the above picture and say "oh, look how cute, is that your boyfriend?" People, they are 4 and 2! If you allow them to give their hearts away at this age and start talking about boyfriends and girlfriends you are setting them up for a lifetime of heartbreak. I pray that our boys save their heart for their wives, not continually giving it away to every little girl that comes along. We are actively training them toward this goal.
Divine Miss M's mom and I talk about this often and are teaching our children that it is the job of the older children to take care of the younger one (as Miss M is doing above) and never even putting into their minds anything remotely close to boyfriends and girlfriends. I hear kids at church talking (as little as 6 years old) about who they are dating and talking about getting a kiss on the playground. Those kisses are for their future spouse. Parents who think it is cute, do you want your daughter to marry a young man that has been kissing every girl on the playground, making out with any and every girl in the movie theatre, or doing a lot more in the backseat of a car?
Then don't set your daughter up to be one of those girls that these boys are doing those things with. If you think it is cute when they are little, that will encourage it and you will have a big problem on your hands when they are teenagers. Please teach them (boys and girls) to protect their hearts and not only honor God's design for marriage but to honor themselves and their bodies.