School......

     Range management, that's my major. I love it, I live it, I am passionate about it. I am not passionate about school! I feel like its a waste of money. I have to take a bunch of classes, that even my teachers admit, I will most likely never use again. Math, math will be the end of me! Its so frustrating, its not that I don't understand it, I just don't like "busy" work. Math is "busy" work. I spend the majority of all hunting and horse rides identifying plants. If the zombie attack happens just follow me people, follow me. I can show you what plants to eat, and especially what plants not to eat. I don't know why or when I even became so fascinated with plants. I even have to set up my own greenhouse each winter to plant and take care of my plants. I love growing and arranging flowers. This year I'm going to make my own solar energy and see how that goes. Sometimes I wish I could start my own nursery and have a business of my own. But then that SWEET government job calls my name and I find myself longing to be driving around the desert.
 
This is the look when you tell me I have to go to school for 3 more years. I am pleased to announce however I will be attending BYU. I would love to go to USU however, I can drive to BYU get a better scholarship and Troy keeps his job! Score!

SERVICE

I am not one to brag, but I am one to push.
Push others to do what they feel is right.
The queen of service or the Queen of not being able to say no.... I havent decided,
but after our county fair I found myself very tired! While running around in the chaos I thought I would highlight a few moments of the week.
Monday- My beautiful 17 year old sister competed in her first beauty pageant, I was actually shocked by how well she did. Although she did not win or even place as an attendant she stuck to her cowgirl morals and was a very good sport. I hate judged events, its every ones opinion and they are all different.
Tuesday- My sweet little soon-to-be niece placed in the Princess Fair Rodeo Royalty. She was so excited and it was so fun to see all the little girls in their queening get up'. On this night I competed in the Roping Events. I missed my breakaway calf, Troy missed in the Ribbon Roping for us- we are trying to find our 4th buckle in this event but just haven't got it down the last two years. Troy did great in the team roping! He didn't place but we had a great time with friends and family.
Wednesday- This was the hectic day! Starting at 6 am picking my flowers in our beds so Mattie and Me could enter them in the exhibits. She had a lot of fun making some crazy arrangements but everything ended up receiving a blue ribbon! I entered our exhibits and dashed down to my station. I had to take in all of the crop entries for our fair. All of our wheat received purples! My sister decided to buy a sheep herd this year for her sterling scholar project. Well my cousins and her decided to do an FFA SAE with some of the lambs. Well it was a joke. Ive only ever showed a steer and the expected me to know how to sheer a sheep. All I have to say is what the hell?!?!?! Sheep..... ugghhh.... Wednesday was also the Western Night Rodeo. Guess who is in charge of that? Oh yes, my best friend Mckell, and I was roped into assisting. After about the 50th sheep rider I was drenched in sweat! Candy race, money calf, steer and calf riding. I actually had to make a mad dash to saddle my horse to go chase some cans. Sometimes you have to do things for yourself so that you don't go mad hatter on the situation. Me and my five year old star (the devil mare) had a nice run. She is still learning and I just enjoying giving her another job to do. This day drug on, by the time our chores were complete we got home at one a.m.
Thursday (Is the fair over yet?) Since I'm now righting this post three months late there is only one thing I remember about Thursday. RANCH RODEO, I remember feeling so giddy all day long. I have competed in the ranch rodeo for years, but this year seemed different? I don't know but I had mentally prepared for this event for weeks. I had rounded up a bunch of girls so that I could  have an all girls team. I of course invited the BF- Mckell. Next, I went out on a limb. I met these sisters on facebook. I secretly stocked them on there for weeks, just to see who they were. I sent them both a message asking if they would be interested. They said they would LOVE TO! So joined the Keetch girls in my ranch rodeo wolf pack. Gussie and Kricket are the BOMB! Mckell, Gussie, Kricket, and I (JaBoe) were a team made in the branding corral. We all have very of the chart names and that's what makes us cowboy-girls so unique. We had never really officially met until Gus and Krick pulled up in the arena parking lot. You would have thought it was a bunch of sisters on the team because we all just clicked! Talking about our favorite singer Adrian Buckaroogirl, talking about jeans, boots, and scarfs, of course giggling to the point of no return. We sat upon our giddy ups, bringing class and sense to the ranch rodeo that night. That was probably the best night of my life so far. We ended up in the middle of the pack, but against all men teams we felt very satisfied with our accomplishments.
Friday- Was a blur- I did something every second of the day but just cant remember. I was still living off the high from the night before. I did however, become a ring stewart for the livestock auction that night. What a blast!
Saturday- I showed horses at the morning horse show. Mattie showed her pony. We skipped the derby that night and went to a rodeo. Thats all I can really remember.
The Fair- till we meet again.

DIY stocking holder

    Tonights project was me digging thru dirt and spiders to gather some old picket fence. I have a ton! There is so many fun things I have planned for this fence so definitly stay tuned!
    Project #1 with the picket = stocking holder. This was constructed of the odds and ends of the broken  pieces. I just took some nails and tacked it together. I will also be putting some hooks on tomorrow when I have time to dig thru my stash. I am going to make some cute new burlap stockings, but thats a tutorial for another post.

     I also want to post about my Christmas tree. Its still not done and neither is my tree skirt, but its getting there. This is our country christmas home. I enjoy this time of the year so much! Hot coco, shopping, sledding, and family get togethers. I love my families traditions and I love starting new ones. (again another post for another time) Any who- Im off to study away into the late hours of the night. Sweet dreams.

SHEEP!!!

It all started on Facebook one fine day. I was browsing some local yard sale sites and came across a herd of 20 sheep for sale. With out thinking I called my mum and asked her if she was interested. You see us crazy folk run a little buckaroo rodeo for the town of Levan, pop. 500. It is always a struggle to find sheep for all of our sheep riders. Logically I thought it was perfect to buy the sheep and just use them for the rodeo and then resell. Well the mum wasn't interested, so I let it go. Two days later my sister called me wanting to get some more information on the sheep. Me, being gun-ho on new projects was all excited. My sister ended up buying the sheep and so began our sheep legacy!
Now a bit of background on us garrett girls! We have always been cattle gals! Never in our life have we had to take care of sheep. Not even a bummer lamb. Yes, we have had our fair share of a funny farm with our horses, chickens, goats, dogs, cows, and even a one eared pony. BUT NEVER, EVER have we had sheep. How hard could it be though right? We had a game plan to just shuffle them around to our neighbors empty pastures and take care of them that way. We would haul them to rodeos for all the little sheep riders, hence making our way to the stock contracting bigs. We would sell some lambs for the folks in juab county to show at the fair, the list was endless as to what we could do with these sheep.
Day 1- of the sheep- Loading was a easy! We got this in the Bag! Unloading- was easy we got this in the bag X's 2!
Day 2-(hell) 5am- phone call from neighbors (sheep are out). Me and hailee with our expert cow herding skills thought we could jump on horses and accomplish the task- WRONG! It took us an hour to even get them to look at the in gate and another hour to get them in.
Still day 2- Jaboe and Hailee while at their place of work recieve phone calls about the SHEEP being out. They dash home to chase the sheep around for hours!.
Day3-15- millions of phone calls about sheep being out. Us chasing them for hours upon hours on horses, dirt bikes, fourwheelers, flipflops, and bikes.
Day 16- WE NEED A SHEEP DOG!
Day 17- moving pastures, to much chasing the sheep around levan to even care anymore, do we own a gun?
Day 18- Finally found a pen that the sheep will stay put in! Thank goodness!
Day 20- I quit!

Nights like these....

Its nights like these that I just cant sleep,
nothing helps, not even counting sheep,
A million thoughts run through my head,
and honestly all I want to do is go to bed,
Its days like this that cause nights like these,
I hate an office job it just doesnt please,
I dream of being a buckaroo out on my own,
I dream of the desert and not having a phone,
sitting around a fire and takin a dip,
 a fine horse that upon I would sit,
I would wear dirty clothes with a grin,
 trailing all by myself I still wouldn't sin,
my big flat hat and more money in tack,
herding the cows and livin in a shack,
I guess what im trying to say is that this life wouldnt bother me,
I could go the rest of my life being a buckaroo you see,
Now this isnt going to make sense to you city folk,
but has these thoughts run through my head it isnt a joke,
I want a heard of my own with no one around,
just me and my family living off the ground,
riding in hard winters and hot summers are just my style,
Not stacking papers away in a file,
I long for rides just smelling the wild flowers,
but yet im stuck here for 9.50 an hour,
the doors are caving in and im busting out,
ill be on my horse without a doubt,
chasing wild cows and wearing wild rags,
I surely want to do that until i sag,
The things I WANT to learn they cant teach in school,
They say that if you want to be a cowboy your surely a fool,
Its a sad sight to not do what you love,
This world has come to push and shove,
One day I will rope and ride just for me,
and forget about the office job and let it be,
for its the cowboys that built up this land,
all because they are dedicated to the brand,
ITs nights like these that leave my restless,
while my dreams ,well they always leave me breathless.

One eared horse snort.....

Welcome, even though I've had this blog for two years and only made one post I decided that would change. This might be the most random blog you ever come across but I will try to show you some cool people, things, and places in my gypsy like travels! My name is JaBoe from central Utah. Literally my home town is called Levan, which is navel spelled back words. Right in the middle of UTAH! We are the belly button (which I would take any day over the armpit) I have a sweet little pony tamer named MATTIE, she loves to ride her pony pally. Then there is my bronc stomper' TROY, yes I chase this man all over the country to get on buckin' horses. WE love the wild west and are very thankful for our blessings.
      SO- ONE EARED HORSE SNORT- is "eared" even a word???? Well it doesn't matter! I decided to name my blog this after all the horses that have been in our pens. My favorite horse still gives me the one eared horse snort when I go to catch her. The one eared horse snort is the reaction of a horse to something. To paint a mental image for those who have not experience such a thing here we go- The horse bares its teeth, cocks its head to the side, pins them ears down, and then gives out a little gnarly snort! This is how I am starting to take on the challenges in my life. The one eared horse snort.

The beginning!

Well, where to start. I would guess at the beginning. I just felt like I was cyber stalking everyone else's blog so I created one too! So, most of the time I am sure I will get on here and just have to vent. However, I have been considering writing myself a book of all the thoughts I think of so, this is an awesome way to do it. AND- I can kind of keep track and look back like a scrapbook. Today was a pretty good day. I guess everyone on here would appreciate a good story about my little bundle of joy, mattie (willis). Well she is potty trained!(Thank goodness I dont have to buy any more diapers) Every morning when she wakes up she has to use the potty!( its not a bathroom or a toilet it's a potty, just ask willis) Well today while she was in doin' her buisness I started on some homework. WHen she came out she was butt naked! With atleast three sheets of T.P sticking out of her CRACKEN (one of matties word for butt crack) We took care of the situation without it being to big of a mess. Mattie also loves candy! She is often referred to as Mattie Milkdud. I swear my child has a tape worm because she never stops eating! She definitly has her dad wrapped around her finger. They make daily bug juice and candy bar runs. So I guess thats it for tonight.