Sunday, February 26, 2017

Faux Pas Of The Year...So Far

February 26, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

I have, on occasion in my life, had the * AHEM * talent for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time (I know, unbelievable, right?).

And today...I surpassed all my previous...ummmm....efforts.

I have been helping the family of an elderly gentleman who passed away get his house ready for sale the past few weeks. They are really nice folks. I have been honored to assist them in this difficult time of their lives.

This afternoon the Redneck and I were packing up the last of the stuff that the family didn't want, so they said that we could take it. I will do a 'haul' post later, and a video for my Youtube channel, Blessed In Bowie. Most of the items will be donated to a local thrift store, however I am keeping a few things for my family's use.


As I was packing up the kitchen, I noticed a square black wooden box on the counter. I wasn't sure if it was something I was to take, so I waited to ask the gentleman in charge.

I went on with the packing, but I confess I was curious about the box. I picked it up. It was quite heavy. Hmmm....probably some electronic device. I turned it over.

I shook it. No sound. Hmmm....

I went back to packing, and eventually the man in charge came in and asked how things were going. I showed him my progress, then picked up the box.

Oh, that's mine, it goes with me,” he said.

Tossing it in my hands I said, “Okay, but just out of curiousity, what is it? It's really heavy.”

He grinned and said, “Oh...that's George.”

I thought...





In case you haven't caught on, George was the gentleman who passed away. He had been cremated, and the box I had been so casually tossing in my hands was the container for his remains.


I felt like an idiot.

Without thinking, I looked at the box and said, “Oh George, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!”

I'm certain this story will be repeated in George's family for YEARS.
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Friday, February 24, 2017

On Getting Up Early

February 24, 2017

Hey ya'll it's me!

I love, love, LOVE blogs about vintage homemaking. I don't live the 50s housewife life myself—too attached to my jeans, t-shirts, biker boots, etc too much—but I understand the basic aspects of the lifestyle, such as the husband is head of the home, and that the wife is the home manager. I love my role in our family, and I am quite happy to hand the reins over to the Redneck and let him handle the 'heavy lifting' IE, working outside the home, finances, making final decisions based on input from both of us, etc.

And no, I don't feel that I CAN'T handle those things. I can, and have, worked outside my home. I can handle finances quite well, thank you, and I can do many other things that I have allowed the Redneck to handle.

Because I choose to be a wife, mother and homemaker. I enjoy those roles, and I want to be the best at them that I can be, so I choose to concentrate on those tasks. I don't want it all—I just want the BEST for me and my family.

Recently, the Redneck began a new work schedule that requires him to get up at 3 am. each weekday morning. I in turn, get up 30 minutes before him, to start his coffee, fix him breakfast, and pack his lunch. I wake him up with his coffee, then after he's had a cup of 'Redneck Plasma', he's alert enough for me to bring him his breakfast. I refill his cup and we discuss the day. He gets dressed and I fill his big thermal cup with more coffee, kiss him goodbye, wishing him a good day, and wave to him as he drives off.

I have been told by other women that,”He's a grown man, he can make his own coffee, fix his own breakfast, and pack his own lunch. There's no need for you to get up so early.”

They're right, about all of it. He can indeed do all those things, and I probably don't need to get up so early with him. However...

Since he DOES get up so early, works long hours, comes home at night, is faithful to me, cares for my son, pays all the bills, provides everything our family needs, allows me to stay at home with my adult son with special needs, and doesn't mind me doing things to make a little extra money here and there...

I kind of think that 30 minutes in the morning before he wakes up, and doing the few things he needs doing before he goes to work, are not a big sacrifice on my part. It's simply one way that I show him how much I respect him and appreciate all that he does.

And yes, I get to lay back down on the couch after he leaves and snooze a bit more until daylight, when it's time to get my son up, feed the animals, and start my regular work schedule. So...30 minutes out of all my day?

Nope, not a sacrifice's just love.
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Wondercide Flea and Tick Products Review

February 23, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

Today I want to give a recommendation for a product that our family discovered back at the end of last summer, and that has proven to be amazing.

WONDERCIDE NATURAL PRODUCTS is a company based in Austin, Texas, and dedicated to helping families with pets. As the founder has said, “I founded Wondercide to protect pets, people and property without harsh chemicals”

I first heard about Wondercide's flea and tick spray on a YouTube video. I did some research, and told the Redneck that we should give it a try. He agreed, and we ended up driving over an hour to the only store that carries it in our area. We bought two of the 32 ounce bottles of the Fresh Cedar Scent. It's a little pricey, yes...but it WORKS.

We got home and proceeded to spritz all our dogs and cats. We had developed a flea problem, and nothing was working. I have to be careful about using any type of insecticide around my son, due to his severe allergic reactions to some of them. Since Wondercide is made with natural ingredients, I took a chance.

It worked beautifully, better than anything I have ever used before.

I can spray it on my animals, my carpets, rugs, etc. It doesn't stain or leave nasty residue, and the cedar oil makes the house smell great. I have even used it on myself, and all those little 'no see ums' leave me alone.

Now, while it works great for plain old flea and tick spray, I recently found that it also works to help with 'hot spots' on dogs.

This is Fang. He's a big sweetheart and is usually calm, except for 'treat time'. Then he's a big quivering pile of cuteness as he sits for goodies. Recently though, he had been nervous, whiny and pacing a lot. We couldn't figure out what was making him so cranky, and we tried everything.

Then I noticed that he was missing hair off his flanks, and realized he was suffering from hot spots. He was miserable, and in turn we were all miserable, because we couldn't seem to help him.

Then I remembered Wondercide, and in desperation I sprayed his hot spots. I didn't have to saturate his skin, just a few well placed sprays. I let him go pout, then got distracted.

A few hours later, I realized that I hadn't heard a whine or grumble out of him since he was sprayed. I looked for him and found him laying behind the couch on his blanket. He looked up at me, and when I asked if he was okay, he thumped his tail and went to sleep.

Have you ever had a headache that was so bad, that once it finally quit, all you're aware of is that you don't hurt? That's how it's been for several days, since I've been using Wondercide on Fang. He had been so cranky and miserable for so long, that once he got relief, the only thing that we've been talking about is how much happier he is.

I called the company and told them how it had helped our family, and thanked them profusely. I wanted to go a bit farther and post this testimonial about their products, passing on the good news that there is something out there that works, and isn't filled with toxins.

And no, I am not being paid for this, I just want to share.

You can find out more about WONDERCIDE's history and their products at

Well, Fang is sitting here begging. Must be treat time!
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Sunday, February 19, 2017

🎜"They're gonna put me in the movies..."🎜

February 19, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

I am finally figuring out the new camera my friend Adam gave me, so today I am adding photos to my post!

This was Third Sunday, or Grub Sunday, at our Cowboy Church. It's the day we prove that our church has the best cooks in the county, as everyone brings main dishes, sides and desserts. We always enjoy the food and fellowship that follows the praise and worship service.

Today was extra special, cause it was also the Sunday that many of our members came in period costume, sort of a dress rehearsal. You see, our church is making a movie. It's called A Return To Faith, and of course, it's a western.

This is the third in a series of movies. I'm kind of excited, since I play one of the 'Jine Sisters', a gossipy, self righteous trio who want to burn down the saloon. The Redneck is the saloon bouncer, and he gets to throw someone out the doors of the saloon. My son will be one of the kids in the school, so we're all in on it!

Here's just a few of our cast. I'm the adorable one in the blue dress and bonnet in the second row. Thanks to my buddy Brent for taking the photo!

Here's David. Doesn't he look like the Sidekick from Rustler's Rhapsody? By the way, that's my Beloved Redneck behind him, enjoying coffee and donuts!

Two of the key movie characters. Aren't they cute?

One of the sweetest kitchen helpers!

And this lovely lady is the reason our Grub Sundays go off without a hitch. Thank you Nikki, for all the hard work you do.

And of course, before we break bread together, we have worship, and a big part of that is our band.

Our Preacher Bobby and his wife Mary. They both play several instruments, and have written many of the songs that the band sings.

The rest of the band. From left to right; Adam, Debbie, Brenda and Kevin.

And I can't forget Gary, our sound and video man.

Together, they all work hard to bring the best praise and worship music possible to our services, and as it says in 1 Corinthians 10:31, "...whatever you do, do it all for the Glory of God."

Wow, all the photos uploaded without any trouble!

As for the movie, we have a lot to do to start filming in April. If you would like to see some of our Sunday Gatherin's, you can go to the Western Star Cowboy Church Youtube Channel, at You might even catch a glimpse of me doing a poem!

Well, it IS a day of rest, so I'm gonna go curl up on the couch and snooze a bit...
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Overdoing it...again

February 18, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

Recovering from being sick this past week, which isn't easy for me, since it requires me to actually REST. I did okay the first two days, then I got restless and went for a long walk with my son and picked up cans. Was taking it slow and easy, just enjoying myself, when I HIT THE JACKPOT.

I stopped to pick up a can in a neighbor's yard, then glanced into their dumpster and saw a satellite dish with the pole still attached, and a cast aluminum lawn sprinkler. You know, the one that's shaped like a little John Deere tractor that follows the water hose?

I couldn't stop myself. I handed my son the rake and bag of cans we had already collected, then reached in and grabbed the dish and sprinkler. I hefted the pole over my shoulder, and picked up the sprinkler, then we walked home.

We live almost a mile away. And those two things are HEAVY.

But we made it! Yes my shoulders and biceps are sore, but I added a lot of weight to the pile I will sell Monday morning, so I figure it's worth it.

I thought, okay, I overdid it a little, so I'm going to rest now...

Yeah, riiiiight.

The next morning, I got up at 2:30 a.m., like I do every workday, to get the Redneck's coffee, breakfast, and pack his lunch (I am totally doing the whole Proverbs 31 gig, rising while it is yet night). After the Redneck left at 4, I got the BRILLIANT idea not to lay back down for a while, like I usually do (okay, maybe not TOTALLY Proverbs 31, but not bad). Instead, I decided to stay up and get a head start on the housework and laundry. I deep cleaned my bath and bedroom, got the laundry going, and got my son up at 6 a.m.. I was going like gangbusters. The house was beautiful by 9:30, and the laundry was just about finished, and...

I was a zombie.

Seriously, I could barely keep my eyes open. I got to stumbling around and feeling weak. I thought okay, I'll just lay here on the couch for a bit...

The phone rang. I answered it, handled the situation, then closed my eyes...

Angel, my big female dog, decided she just HAD to go potty, so she bounced on me until I got up and let her out. Then the dryer buzzer went off.

I folded clothes, put more in the dryer, started washing blankets, lay down on the couch...

Angel wanted back in and Punky wanted out. I played musical mutts, then had to get the mail. Again I got comfy on the couch...

Punky wanted back in, and now Poblano wanted...yeah, you're getting the picture.

By the time the Redneck got home that night, I had everything done, and even managed to have my son and I bathed and in pjs, with a simple supper of tacos, my easy 'go to' meal ready. I made it through the rest of the evening, but was sooooo happy when I hit the sheets.

The next morning, I made darn sure I laid back down after my Beloved Redneck left for work.

So now I'm resting like I should, not pushing it until I'm well. The Redneck is off Monday, so I will see the chiropractor that afternoon, and Doc always gets me back on track. Then I intend to only do what needs to be done; wash dishes, make beds, basically 'fluff' the house so it's presentable.

Other than that, I'll be the lady on the couch, enjoying a lemonade and a good book.
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Butter And Eggs/Scrap And Cans

February 14, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

In the past, many homemakers made a little extra money by selling whatever they had excess of, such as extra eggs from the hens, butter churned from cream skimmed from the milk the family cow gave, knitted or hand stitched items, etc. Sometimes the items were taken to the general store and sold for cash, but often store credit was given. This money was often used to help meet basic household expenses, or maybe to purchase something special.

Even though I don't have hens for eggs or cows for butter, I have my own little ways to earn extra cash to do projects that I don't want to take funds from the family budget for. I call it my 'scrap and can' money.

Every weekday morning, after the Redneck goes to work and my son and I have done all the chores, we grab a couple of trash bags and a small rake and head out to walk the roads near our home. As we walk, I keep a sharp eye out for any aluminum cans or scrap metal lying in the grass by the side of the road. I use the rake to reach cans that are down in ditches or just inside a fence, and I have been known to climb down a hill to fetch a few.

I also pick up cans from soup or vegetables, that will need to go into a different bin at home to keep them separate from the aluminum. I have brought home sections of wire fencing, along with the occasional metal cook pot. It all adds up!

Oh, I can't forget all the helpful folks we meet on our 'treasure hunts'. There have been many older folks who will stop their vehicles and ask if we need a ride (I sometimes wonder if the bulging trash bag and rake are invisible, cause I thought they'd would be a clue that we were just walking.). I tell them thanks, but we're fine. It's sweet that they want to help out a stranger, especially these days.

Then there are the good ol' boys in pick ups who pull to a screeching halt and ask if they can empty the beer cans out of the truck. That usually happens on Monday mornings, after they've spent a weekend cruising the back roads and emptying out a cooler full of whatever 'beverage' they happen to enjoy.

Speaking of whatever beverage, many of these forays into the collection of cans will sometimes turn into a cultural study of consumerism.

While I typically see the usual Bud, Coors, Natural Light, and even Coke and Monster cans, I have recently found a plethora of beer, soda and energy drinks with brands I have never hear of. I mean, who came up with an energy drink with a cute little rainbow unicorn on the can?

And seriously, I would love to meet the guy who drinks the Bud/Clamato stuff. Red Bull may give you wings, but apparently it also makes you litter, cause I find a LOT of those along the road.

In about a week, I'll take all the metal we have collected and sell it to the local recycled metal place. I'll make a little cash, and the roads will be a little cleaner. And let's not forget the physical benefits! All that walking, climbing, reaching, bending, stooping and stomping cans flat makes for a pretty decent little workout.

The point of this post is, just look at what you have, what talents you possess, what folks need. I have always found ways to make a buck, and you can too. I scrubbed a lot of toilets and mopped a lot of floors to make ends meet when my son was little. I never felt I was too good to do menial labor. I have thrown hay bales, weeded gardens and mucked out stalls.

Today we won't be going out. since the weather is wet and cold.  So instead I will rest, putter around my house, and perhaps get the new wheels on my son's garden wagon. I have been planning on using it to carry our finds so we can cover even more ground on our walks.

There's GOLD in them thar ditches!
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Cell Phone Go Bye Bye--Am I About To Cease To Exist?

February 8, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

When our family finally got internet, phone service came along with it. The Redneck and I both have cell phones, so we thought we wouldn't be using it. 

Then I got to thinking about saving money...

Currently I pay about $50 a month for an Android GO phone. I've had it over three years. It's been helpful, and at times it's been a source of entertainment when there was no internet. The screen has been damaged, so I was looking at buying another one in the near future, which would be around $100 for a low end model.

I got to thinking that since my life is pretty well based at home during the week, I don't really need a cell phone, and I could put the $50 to another use. I mean, $50 buys a lot of salad fixings!

After a lot of thought and discussion with the Redneck, I made the decision to let the cell phone go at the end of February, and simply use the phone that comes with the internet service. I purchased a Vtech phone for $20 and hooked it up. It works fine. Then I texted all my contacts to let them know the change and give them the new phone number. I explained that they could call me, but no longer text me.

I was surprised at some of the responses. I had explained that I just couldn't see paying for a third phone, and some people texted me to ask if we were having financial problems! I had to explain that no, we are fine financially, I just want to spend my money on something else.

Then I got the shock of some angry texts.

I mean, a lot of people are MAD at me!

Why? Because they can't text me anymore.

They don't text me NOW.

I am the one who initiates 99.9% of the text conversations I have. I text the Redneck at work most of the time just to let him know he needs to pick up dog food on the way home.

One lady pointed out that if I'm out, I won't have payphones to call on. That's right, and for those moments I have an old Tracfone that I used in the mountains. It still has time on it, so I can keep it in my backpack, and only turn it on when I walk into town.

Besides, I still have Facebook, and that's how most people keep in touch these days anyway. I am currently on a Facebook fast for the month of February (just tired of all the politics, wanting a break), so I'm not really in the loop at all.

It will be interesting to see how this plays out—will folks take the time to call and actually TALK to me, or will I fade off the radar of their lives?

But...ya'll will stick around...right?
© Evelyn Edgett 2017

Thursday, February 2, 2017

The Great Well House Rescue

February 2, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

Last Wednesday we got a new roof on our house, and I gotta say, the old girl looks really nice with her new 'do'.

However, there was a side incident. I have several stray cats that I feed, and there are three young ones who are very loving and friendly. Thier names are Fraidy, Scaredy and Dobby. Absolute sweethearts, but they don't like strangers, just like any cat.

When the roofers showed up, the cats all disappeared for the day. That evening I called them for supper, but only Fraidy and Dobby came out of hiding. I called Scaredy, but never saw him. I figured he was out exploring, so wasn't too concerned.

Next morning, same thing—no Scaredy. NOW I was concerned. I looked, but no sign of him.

I went out to take care of a chore for the Redneck, and suddenly felt the need to look in the old well house. It had also gotten a new roof, and I knew that the cats sometimes used it as a shelter in bad weather.

I looked in and called, “Kitty, kitty,” but no answer. Just as I turned to leave, I heard a faint, “Meow.”



I started looking around the boxes and coolers against the wall. Then I started looking IN them, but no sign of Scaredy. I threw stuff away from the wall, calling him every now and then, receiving a “meow” in return. Then I realized...

...he was IN the wall.

The old well house is made of cinder blocks, and I raised a shaking hand to the top of the wall, feeling open holes all over it. Fear for the cat slammed into my stomach, and I started to panic. Fortunately I know Someone Who is greater than any problem.

Lord, I REALLY need a miracle right now. You get started on that, and I'm gonna go get some prayer support—be right back.” I ran into the house, grabbed my phone and started texting the same message to everyone--”Have a cat stuck in the cinder block wall of the old well house. Prayers are appreciated.” I went on Facebook to my ladies prayer group and did the same, then put the same request out to my regular page.

Then I went back to the well house and knelt before the wall, my hands and forehead against it, and prayed that God would give me wisdom and strength to resuce a stray cat. Then I started 'putting feet to my prayers', like it says in Ephesians.

I had to determine where Scaredy was in the wall, or I would waste a lot of time and energy. I would call him, and he would answer, and as I listened, I felt I had found the block above him. I carefully began to use the small end of a pickaxe to bust through the block, praying that I wasn't wrong and would hurt him. The point went through, and I reached a finger in and was rewarded with touching a furry tail and a hind foot. The poor little guy was upside down, and had probably been that way over 24 hours.

I continued to chip away until I could get my hand inside. He calmed down as soon as he felt my hand on him. I tried to lift him up, but it wasn't going to happen. I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, it's gonna get louder and scarier for a little bit, but hang on, mama is gonna get you out.”

I couldn't risk the pick, so I grabbed a small iron hammer and began to work to bust a hole in the lower block, where his torso was. I finally made a hole to get my hand in, and with my other hand in the top hole, I started to work him loose, easing him out backwards. When his head finally came out, he blinked, looked at me, and lunged onto my chest, where he trembled and purred, while I clutched him to me and wept, thanking God over and over again.

I made sure the door was shut and locked (no animals will be going in there until I make it safe), then carried my little bundle to the laundry room and got him settled in on a blanket with food and water.

Happy to report he has made a full recovery, and can you guess who his favorite human is these days?

Well, I got chores, later ya'll
© Evelyn Edgett 2017