Posts from the ‘Farmwife Project’ Category

From the FarmWife Project, I Should Have Known Better, Amy Vice

I had plans yesterday.  I was going to stay home, catch up on laundry, do some spring cleaning, and listen to good music.  My husband took my youngest with him to the farm to do chores.  She is my busy ornery child, so I was thinking about how much more I was going to get done without her help.  They had 3 calves to tag and then move momma and baby to the other pasture.  We have a pasture we calve all the cows out in and then we move them to another a day or two after birth as we feed them differently according to their needs.

Heading down the road.

They weren’t gone 20 minutes when the phone rang.  Our neighbor needed to move some cows down the road, just over a mile.  He always helps us, so we are always glad to return the favor.  I love our neighbor, not only is he always willing to help, he is so kind to our girls and is always helping them with their horses when he can.  His cows are also slower movers than ours are, so it was a perfect time to let the girls ride and help.  So I quickly threw on my jeans, a sweatshirt, and my new tennis shoes.  I got my other daughter dressed and was going to take her to the farm so she could go with them.  I was going to drop her off and have the house to myself for the morning!  I should have known better… Read more…


From the FarmWife Project: Busy Day, Amy Vice

  • Steam cleaned the living room, hallway, and basement.
  • Rearranged said living room.
  • Fell down the stairs to said basement with the steam cleaner.  Finding many more sore points today.  Ouch. 
  • Planned to take kids to ride their horses. Read more…

From the FarmWife Project: Hockey, anyone?, Jean Meinzer

I figure when it’s cold outside and we’re facing daunting chores such as chopping ice half of the morning, we might as well enjoy it. I like to “become one” with the ice, so to speak. It takes my mind off the sore muscles I know I can expect later that night and off of the seemingly unending striations of ice I have to chop through before I see the “liquid silver” (water).

Joe, the goalie, celebrates a block.

            So a few days ago, I thought I’d try my hand at ice hockey. I’ve never been much of an ice skater—my ankles can’t handle the stress of standing on a thin blade while I’m sliding down a sheet of ice at autobahn speed. I love watching ice hockey and my husband and I even attend games at the Air Force Academy when we get the chance. Read more…

From the FarmWife project: Agriculture Country Club, Jean Meizner

Fitness club memberships seem to be the rage these days. If you happen to be in a city that has health clubs and you drive by at almost any time of the day or even late into the night, the parking lots are nearly full of cars whose owners are inside lifting weights, swimming laps, riding stationary bicycles, and doing whatever else it is they do inside the fitness clubs.

Weight lifting equipment at the Agriculture Country Club.

            Here in the agricultural world, we own a lifetime membership to fitness workouts. We don’t need pilates (isn’t that European for something?) to get fit. There are no stationary bikes at our fitness club. Our “tools” are simple—shovels, pitchforks, rakes, miles and miles of fence line, hammers, too many vehicles (or implements) and too few drivers…the list is nearly endless. Read more…

From the FarmWife Project: A Rancher’s Wife, Worse Shape Than Sheep

A week after running with the sheep, er, I mean, sheep trailing the pain has subsided and my legs are working again. Thank goodness!

Last week I mentioned we were bringing the sheep off the mountain and back to the ranch. Let’s just say I unintentionally ran/walked a half marathon on Sunday. No one told me the sheep would run for the first few miles and keep a fast paced walk the whole time. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if I wasn’t in worse shape than the sheep and if I didn’t have to stay ahead of 2,000 of them! That’s a lot of pressure!

After mile 3ish, the sheep started to slow down. I took this time to catch my breath and take in my surroundings. It’s really beautiful in this part of the country. While on my (power) walk I thought of lyrics to a song I heard recently, If God wasn’t born in Colorado, I’m sure he spends most of his time here. 

While walking down the highway, flagging oncoming traffic to let them know there view is about to look like this:

Deer would stop to check me out. Once they realized I was just an out-of-shape female they continued to eat their greens.  Horses in nearby pastures ran up to the fence to see what was going on and what all the baa-ing was about. Cows began moo-ing as the sheep passed and dogs barked and barked. It was as if they were talking to each other it felt like I was in an episode of Babe.

 Around mile 12 I saw the open fence at the ranch. It was open and ready for the sheep! It was so neat to see all of the sheep file onto the green grass and eat. It’s as if they knew they were home. These animals live such a great life.

Flagging was fun and I’ve already (been) signed up for next year. I’ll make sure I’m better prepared. 

 Happy everyone made it home safely,
A Rancher’s Wife

Everybody's home! Sunday at 1 p.m.

A Rancher’s Wife:         

I am not where I am today because my plan went the way I hoped but because of unexpected events. And ‘ve learned that is what life is…just a bunch of unexpected events. Nothing ever goes to plan. And for me that has been a very good thing.


Born and raised in Southern California I thought I would live my entire life in the city.

 My life changed the day I met my husband. I think what intrigued me most about him was that he lived such a different life. His dad was/is a sheep rancher and he grew up in the country..unpaved roads, knowing all your neighbors, no street lights kind of country and here he was in the city making movies in California.    

A Rancher's Wife

We moved from California to Colorado (his home state) and lived in Boulder for almost 5 years. During that time we were married and in August of 2010 my father in law had a bad fall. He tore ligaments in his shoulder and was put in a sling until surgery could be performed. While in a sling he felt a lump in his breast. Cancer. Between the shoulder injury and chemo treatments it would be months maybe years before he’d be able to work on the ranch again. 

His parents asked us if we would take over the operation. Within weeks J and I quit our jobs and took our things down south.


Making ranch life cool. One post at a time.

A Rancher’s Wife

From the FarmWife Project: Connie Hass


  My girlfriends were flabergasted when they learned that I was going to marry the cowboy that I had met six weeks earlier.  They could not understand why I would move out to a rural setting wrangling cows, riding horses and bucking hay.

           I know now that going in to this marriage, I had a romantic idea of ranch life.  One week not long after we were married, the boss told us that we would be moving the cattle on a cattle drive that would take seven days.  I decided to help on the last two days and let me tell you that it is not as romantic as John Wayne makes it look!  The days are long and dirty. At the end of my first day, my entire body hurt, especially my backside.

          There was romance to be had, though. As the sun set on day one, my cowboy unsaddled my horse, gave me a hug and ran me a hot bath with epsom salt and said, “It won’t be that hard tomorrow, hon”. 

         And so began this wonderful ride we are on.

My name is Connie Hass; I am a ranch wife, rancher and a junior high/senior high math teacher.  My husband, Tony, and I own a cattle ranch 40
miles northeast of Trinidad Colorado. 

We have two children:  Breann, 23, and Matt, 20. Tony has been a cowboy all of his life and I was raised in the city.  I would not trade this rural agricultural life for anything.  I have learned much in our 26 years together and know that we have
the best and most important job in the world, feeding others.


In determining whether or not one can get away with wearing red lipstick, one might consider consulting one’s hog-farming spouse. When no useful information is garnered from that conversation, one might consider taking a photo to use as an aid in determining its acceptability.

As I studied this photo and found myself distracted from the task at hand by the fine lines and wrinkles, I realized a few things:

1. I look better in my 30s than I did 10 years ago. Even my compadres may not have recognized me but it has little to do with the lipstick.

2. Given the road I took (it was the long way around), I’m mighty pleased with where I am today.

3. I’m getting smarter and more educated every day. Thank goodness.

4. My friend Tracey sells Mary Kay wrinkle lotion potion. Money well spent.

As for the lipstick? The jury’s still out.