June 2012 I moved to Tucson, AZ to start a new job as the Equine Director at a Residential Treatment Center for young men. So this is me living my dream of combining 14 years of working with horses with a Masters in Family Relations. Here we go!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Memoirs from the Ranch-Episode 1


I thought you might enjoy hearing some of the more lighthearted things going on down on the boarder of Mexico:
Funny story actually. So last night before we went to bed, my coworker and fellow bunkmate, B told me that we needed to keep the lights down at night because we had some boys who were peeking and on top of that, we really want to keep the girls bunk a mystery so they don't have any reason to try and get in here for anything. We have contraband food in here not to mention computers and other things they can't ever use. 
Anyway, so I fell asleep thinking about how we need to make sure and keep the bunk locked, etc. and keep the boys out. Well in the middle of the night, B started sleepwalking and she was just standing at the foot of my bed kinda in the middle of the bunk. I was in my half awake, half dream state when I yelled at her, "What the hell are you doing in here!?" and then when she didn't answer, "Who the hell are you!?" Well that second yelling woke us both up and when she said she was just B, I said, "Good, I thought you were (one of the boys)" and promptly fell back asleep. So in all my years of talking in my sleep, I can now add swear words to my sleep talking vernacular! I can't say that hanging with all these boys is really improving my language. Mom would not be so proud of me. But I am trying to keep my mouth clean! :)

On another note, I think I am going to try and purchase a pistol sooner than later. B said that since I will be traveling on my own or when I ever need to be out and about the ranch at night, it is a good idea to have one on me. :) Plus, the awful event of ever having to put a horse down while out on an overnighter, etc. But I trust in the promises of safety that I received from my father's blessing. There are angels about me and I can feel their support.


Here's the Arivaca Ranch Creed recited every morning at round up. Thought you might enjoy.


The Arivaca Ranch Hand Creed

We, the young men of Arivaca Ranch are men of integrity.
We honor ourselves, our families, and the ranch by;
Being honest in all our dealings, treating others with respect,
treating others' property with respect.
We honor ourselves by being neat and clean.
We honor the ranch be using appropriate language.
We are not quitters, we get up when knocked down.
We respect women in both word and deed.
We stand up for what's right, we defend the helpless, we serve the needy.
We honor our families with relationships of trust.
We seek learning and education, We seek to be the best we can be.
We are men of integrity. This is the Arivaca Way!

(Yell)
Arivaca-Men of Honor!
Arivaca-Men of Influence!
Arivaca-Men of Integrity!

(Bring it in-Huddle)
Arivaca Ranch-Integrity!
Arivaca Ranch-Integrity!
Arivaca Ranch-Let's Ride!

2 comments:

  1. Wow. For a minute I thought I had found the wrong blog! I couldn't imagine those words coming out of your mouth! But by the end I was laughing. Good luck keeping your vernacular clean. Great pictures of your trip. Looks kinda like where I live...

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  2. I'm reading the sentence "we really want to keep the girls bunkhouse a mystery so they don't have any reason to try to get in here for anything" and laughing. Jenn, you have enough brothers to know that males HAVE to solve mysteries! However, once they know you have a pistol in your possession, that should end any desire to "solve" any perceived mysteries concerning your personal property :) I, too, know your father's blessing and your diligence in choosing the right will keep those angels protecting you and allowing you to continue your good works! Much love to you, Jenn!!!

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