Showing posts with label guest blogger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guest blogger. Show all posts

Friday, June 1, 2012

Guest Post on Thrifty Living


Today's guest post on Thrifty Living comes from a very special source.
Meet Darcie.
I talk about her often on this blog, and if we've met at a local show, you have almost definitely met her as well. She is fun, hard working, and has a heart the size of Texas. 
She is my baby sister.

After finishing her Undergrad degree at OSU, she has been working as a CNA at the hospital, while taking classes to prepare for nursing school. The big news came this past week with a late morning phone call from Darcie, "Lin, I got in!"
She did it. She got into the nursing program she was hoping for.
Chills covered my body, as I fought back the tears of pride and joy in my little sister.

Just yesterday, she read one of her scholarship essays to me.
By the end of the short and sweet 500 word ditty, I found that the corners of my mouth were turned up in delight. She had produced an entertaining read on a topic that has become a way of life for this stay-at-home mom...making me proud yet again.


Without further ado,
Darcie Rabun on Thrifty Living

During my time at Oregon State University where I earned my undergraduate degree in Human Development and Family Science I also learned the science, importance and sheer thrill of penny pinching.  It was during these college days that I held down a position at a local feed store, assisting the community of self-appointed bird and wildlife animal conservationists with all of their bird seed and squirrel feed questions and concerns.  The money I earned working 20-30 hours every week helped pay groceries and rent for my modest apartment I shared with 2 other girls.  I had a vehicle to drive, however the old Toyota with 300,000 miles was saved for lengthy trips, so the majority of the time I opted to hit the pavement, saving money on gasoline.  It wasn’t uncommon to walk 20 minutes to campus then another 20 to work, equaling a grand total of 40 minutes hoofing it home, usually in squishy water logged shoes thanks to a typical Oregon rain storm.  Over the summer months I was a bona fide poop scooper for local horse stables, which earned me cash that I put towards paying for school tuition and used during the school year.  By the time I graduated from college I was catering to over ten barns by feeding horses and cleaning stalls.  

Today, I am still nurturing my thriftiness but I am doing it bigger and better.  As I am about to start nursing school in the fall I have adopted many great methods of saving money.   The most impressive gesture I have made yet in the name of saving money is living in a barn.  My husband and I have seized the opportunity to live rent free in an old barn on my parent’s property.  We have successfully converted the old space into a cozy, semi drafty dwelling, with only the occasional uninvited bat, spider and mouse. (Although that takes the guess work out of what’s for dinner that night, another money saving tip.) We utilized yard sale finds and Goodwill treasures to furnish our abode for dirt cheap.  I physically cannot pay full price for something, my stomach begins to churn and I get clammy all over.  I treat this self-diagnosed physiological disorder by shopping at brilliant places like Ross Dress for Less, TJ Max and second-hand stores.  I have no mercy in the game of saving money, not even on my beloved tresses, so I have implemented the practice of minimal hair washing, usually every 3-6 days, and in turn my long locks are healthier for it and I save a great deal on shampoo and conditioner, although my husband can and does enforce the sniff test and informs me if my hair is due for a washing.  Along with these efforts I have bought a new cell phone for one cent, which does not have internet capability, I put water in my mascara to make it last longer and I line dry my clothes. 


Friday, March 23, 2012

Guest Blogger by The Farrier Himself #3

Howdy, from the creator of the farrier's daughter. The farrier and his wife created the person; not the business, 31 years ago. I like to take credit for my daughter's early exposure to the arts. However, some of the lessons were vivid, painful and accidental!

From about 4-6 years of age Lindsey was my traveling partner. She rode shotgun as we traveled from stable to stable, shoeing and trimming everything from draft horses to minis. She spent her days on the cover of my work truck's service body. She was safely perched, center stage, surrounded by coloring books, Breyer horses and a treat filled lunch box.

Early on she knew the difference between a pritchel and pull-off, a filly and a colt, and a cribber and a windsucker. She also learned that not everyone laughed at Dad's jokes and stories and when a horse bit or kicked, Dad sometimes forgot to say heck, darn, or shoot! She learned that sweat on the ground meant green in the pocket and that green in the pocket meant lunch of her choosing. She knew that an Arab is a breed of horse and an anvil is a heavy, pointy thing you shape shoes on.

We incorporated art education into our schedule as well. We were shoeing on Orchard Heights Road for a unique, colorful, female client named Moonbeam, Starlight, or Rainbow...something along those lines. Her horse was a well behave Quarter Horse Mare with great feet. The chit-chat was flowing under the warm summer sun, and I knew that every month the horse owner had more ink applied to her ongoing tattoo...portions of which were visible on her neck and arms. When I asked how the tat was progressing, she proudly lifted her shirt to show us! It was a dragon or peacock, multi-colored, and extensive...very artsy. Certain items the ink didn't cover, and the gal could care less. Lindsey's eyes bugged out of her head, and I heard the words every father fears, "Dad, I'm telling Mom!" The kid couldn't remember her coat or shoes but took this story home.

Lindsey's exposure to the arts was stimulated and carries on to this day. Oh the punishment a Dad will endure for his daughter's education in artistic expression!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Guest Blogger by The Farrier Himself~#2

**For those of you who don't know my father, let me preface his guest post by saying that he is a jokester, a funny guy, he is the founder of sarcasm. His writing reflects his exuberant personality that he is well known for.



Hey again from the farrier part of The Farrier's Daughter. After shaking and squeezing the creative juices into the form of a rustic bird house, I was shamed into retreat-nary a bird showed interest. It couldn't have been the design. What wouldn't like a dwelling tacked together with horseshoe nails and junk wood? It was time for a change in venue. My granddaughter needed a bird house for her birthday present. We'll see how fussy the nut hatches are in Molalla town.

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Since our bird feeder is a revolving door of chirps, squawks, beaks and feathers I thought I'd give housing one more try. Shoeing season warms up with the weather so time is short. This project has to be no frills and efficient. A pull of Gatorade from Lindsey's cloth-clad flask (see the shop), fortifies my will and genius triumphs.


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A chunk of 5" plastic fence with factory cap, a hole, wood base, and boom! I'm done!
It takes longer to refill the flask with Kool Aid than it does to build the bird castle. Site placement takes a little longer, and is thirsty work. Installation time coincides with refilling the flask with apple juice and the job is completed.


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The chickadees have moved in and the mayor of Birdville has ordered an entire subdivision of houses for friends and family. I'm so excited I'm refilling the flask with non-alcoholic whisky to celebrate. "Don't soil my handiwork," my daughter informs me, "because you are paying for the next flask!" I'm not worried because I'm making my own flask covers out of the rear pocket of my old Wrangler jeans. Her cute, girly flasks are for the birds.



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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Guest Blogger by The Farrier Himself

Today is a special day, as I am having my first guest blogger!

Who better to kick things off than my little business's' namesake...The Farrier himself.

Before I hand over the reins (actually, he hates computers, so I will be typing his handwritten ditty for him), let me give a quick introduction.


My father, a farrier by trade, artist and writer at heart. He is a strong man with a gentle soul, and humor which exudes him. He is walking example of hard work, dedication, and pride to all of his four children and six grand babies. I take great pleasure in introducing my first guest blogger, my father, Marvin R. Fred


I'm the farrier part of The Farrier's Daughter. To share some history, Lindsey's creative inclinations were genetically transferred from her great grandad to her grandmother to her. Her mom and I let the creative field lie fallow. Lindsey has a knack for turning trash into treasure. My knack is to turn trash into the dump!


My daughter's creative endeavors inspired my creative juices. Mother nature needed my help housing her feathered friends. How hard can that be? The end result was a bird shanty built from wood scraps and shingles. The two R's of bird housing were accomplished-rustic and recycled. (My daughter would have created the same structure using an old boot and a hubcap.)


After drilling the appropriately sized hole in the bird shack, and mounting it on a tree it was move in day. Then it was move in week, move in month and move in summer. Nothing! Free rent, no cleaning deposit, and no takers. It couldn't have been the quality of the bird hut. Our wrens are just too uppity. I'm out of the bird house business, there are horses to shoe...and Lindsey wants to know if you have any old boots or hubcaps!


-Written by Mick Fred...the farrier


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