Reduce, Reuse, Recyle

Lately an article drifting around social media has been causing quite the stir among some. A semi truck and trailer overturned spilling mass quantities of skittles. These skittles were intended to be used as cattle feed.

A snapshot of our cows eating at the feed bunk.


The whole thought of cows eating a sweet treat was foreign to most people. Here is a great thing about cows, they are amazing recyclers! If these skittles didn’t find a way to be repurposed they’d be destined to go to a landfill to rot. 

Cattle are able to use many products in their diets that would otherwise be thrown out. These are called byproducts. A byproduct is something that is leftover from manufacturing of a product. Cattle are able to utilize byproducts from bakeries, ethanol plants, breweries and everything in between! It’s pretty amazing.

The great thing about byproducts is they are able to reduce the cost of rations. Generally they are cheaper and used in smaller amounts than more traditional feeds. Cows, just like humans have nutritional needs to be met in order to produce milk, gain weight and grow. With the help of a cattle nutritionists they are able to eat a ration that is balanced to their needs, with or without the use of byproducts. 

The grain our milk cows eat. We utilize byproducts such as distillers grains.


So what are some byproducts cows eat other than red skittles? 

Brewers Grains- This is mainly the barley (and some hops) left over from the production of beer. It’s very easily digested by the cows and is a great source of protein. 

Bakery Waste- breads, pasteries, cookies, etc that are left over from large scale bakeries. Often when it comes to the farm it is all ground in to small particles. This is a great source of additional far and starch in a cows diet. 

Beer Pulp- this is the part of the sugar beet that is leftover from sugar production. It adds fiber and allows less forages to be fed. 

Chips/Potato Waste- leftovers from potato chip factories can be a great source of starch. 

Distillers Grains- generally corn, barley and other small grains left over from the production of ethanol. 

Candy- the infamous skittles, funny bears, milk chocolate, gum drops, etc. All of these are very high in sugar and fat, enabling energy to be added to the cows ration.

Obviously a cow can’t live on candy and bread alone. Just like humans, a cattle nutritionist balances their ration. Together with traditional feedstuffs (silage, hay, corn, soybeans) a economical and efficient ration can be made! This is another way farms are being more sustainable and reducing waste. 

All that feed gets turned in to tasty milk!

The Age of Perfection

There’s a great thing that’s come about with social media. The age of perfection. One where our photos are only posted if we are perfectly groomed and everyone is smiling brightly. There is no sadness in our family, only tooth filled smiles and pleasantries. Our children no longer misbehave, always please and thank you. There is never a disagreement with your spouse, I mean who has time to argue with all the well manicured photos and happiness?

Ok, did I lose anyone? Because honestly that was making me nauseous. Real life isn’t as neat and tidy as a perfectly posed, filtered Instagram photo. I would be lying if I said I wish it was. 

If you want to fully submerse yourself in to perfection, discuss parenting on social media. Blogs, posts, info graphs on how to improve your child. How to correct behaviors. Full of advice and wisdom. 

Here’s the thing. Our kids aren’t robots. They’re smaller versions of us. They have more emotions and feelings then you can imagine. Don’t believe me? Spend a mere 20 minutes with a 3 year old. Happy – crying- enraged – giggling toddlers. God bless them and their mood swings! 

Some days he roars like a lion. Then needs snuggled.

I’m not sure it improves much when they’re older. Opinions, valid (😁) arguments… Believe it or not there are days my precious angels have the audacity to yell at me!

There are days they are as mentally exhausting as they are cute.

Brace yourself… Some days I let them dish it to me. Just like us kids have bad days. Some times they fly off the handle. Guess what, so do I! 

Our kids aren’t perfect. Neither are we. The thing is we all learn from our mistakes. We apologize. We say sorry. We are merely human. Some days we’re simply angry and crabby. That’s ok. Even if the anger is directed at you from someone who still can’t tie their own shoes. 

Some days in this house we yell and argue. There’s tears and name calling. Then we apologize, hug and move on. There are no perfect kids that live under our roof. We are far from perfect parents. And we are definitely trying to figure out how to perfect that amazing social media photo. 

It’s as close as we get.

New Year, Same Me

Every one is making New Years resolutions. I mean it is that time of the year. We set goals, we aim to change, but are we really that bad to begin with?

Call me boring, I kinda like me. Believe me it’s taken a long time to get here. Personal acceptance is hard. You have to realize your faults then come to terms with them.

After some deep thought, I’m not making resolutions this year. It’s taken me nearly 30 years to decide I’m a pretty ok human. None of us are perfect. I’m not going to beat myself up trying to be.

I’m a mother to 3 amazing (although semi feral) children. 

I’m a wife to another pretty decent human, who has dealt with me for over a decade now. Kudos to him!

Maybe we do need to make a goal of more pictures together. Minus the random child or cow…


I work with my parents on a daily basis doing something that I’m passionate about. Family and business is hard, but we all make it work. 

Meeting time!


I attempt to keep chugging along at this blog. I love sharing my story. Even if it seems like some weeks, ok months, I neglect it. 

Check it out here, on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram!


Why does the change of the year have to decide we need to change a good thing? Keep on keeping on. Here’s to a great 2017! 

Black Friday, Christmas Trees and A Trip Down Memory Lane


WAY back when I was in middle school, a time when scrunchies were cool and we all had AOL messenger, my mom starting the tradition of us going Black Friday shopping together. Now before you judge I have never pushed, shoved nor been cuffed on Black Friday. We are rational and avoid the crazy stores (i.e. Walmart, Best Buy). 

These adventures have led to many memories. Both of triumph and tears. I figured it was time to share a story that contained both. 

Nearly 10 years ago RKO (Rural King Ohio) was running a door buster deal that involved the first 50 people to cash out in the store getting a FREE live Christmas tree. My dad has always drug his feet on putting up a tree early. My mom and I saw this as our shining oppurtunity to secure a tree before December 23rd. 

The store opened at 5 if I remember correctly. In our game plan we needed to leave about 45 minutes prior to that because I needed to get gas. At the time I drove a Ford Ranger. Small enough to park in a crowded lot, but still having a bed to stash our prospective tree. 

We set out. Thinking the gas station was open the next town over. Wrong. I think no big deal we can make it to the next station about 10 miles up the road. Wrong. We run out of gas. In a swamp. In the dark. 

A May Day call was put in to my father and then fiancé (I gotta give him credit for staying with me after living this story out) who were milking cows at the time. They laughed, they grumbled, my dad started our way with a gas can. 

Up pulls head lights. Not my dads truck. My mom and I start discussing the possibile escape routes in case it was a murderer. Good news, it wasn’t. It was the kid who worked the deli counter at the local grocery store. He was nice and checked to make sure we had help coming before driving off. 

My dad arrives. He puts gas in my truck that came with a lecture about having enough gas, serial killers and how ridiculous this whole adventure was. 

My mom and I collected our thoughts and continued on our quest. We were women on a mission. We arrived at RKO and hustled in to the store. After all of this it was like 5:15. We rush thru and cash out. Success, we still got FREE tree!!! This effort was not in vain. 

We shopped til we dropped, then returned victorious with our pine in tow. Grudgingly the next day my dad put up the tree. We all decorated and got in the holiday spirit. 

Now it’s important to note that deer season is next to a holiday around these parts. The male farmers at our place become very scarce and they only have priorities involving white tails. 

My brother also had a cat at this time with questionable mental stability. At some point in time during the day, towards the end of the week when everyone gets cranky from pursuing Bambi, the cat knocked the tree over. This happens sometimes with cats. Except when the tree fell it hit the entertainment center in the living room. No big deal, it broke the fall right? Well in breaking the fall it knocked EVERY needle (or so it seemed) off the tree… It seems as though our tree may not have been freshly cut. 

The conversation that occurred next was one of personal victory for my father and defeat for my mom and I. To add insult to injury he left the tree. Naked with dangling ornaments and all. 

Hanging our heads low, we un-decorated our prize tree. What had once brought us so much pride and joy quickly became an embarrassment. 

The following week we bought a new tree. Which we cut ourselves, ensuring the freshness. Then we redecorated it. Twice the holiday cheer! 

Nearly 10 years later and this story is still brought up on Black Friday and when we decorate our trees. Occasionally when we walk past the rows of trees at RKO. 

Holiday traditions. They’re never short on memories! 

Being A Good Mom

I’m a good mom. It’s a hard statement to type. It’s probably even harder for me to say out loud. But the truth is we need to tell ourselves this. 

I frequently feel like the candle is burning from both ends. But really the candle doesn’t only have two ends, it has wicks every where. Some days that flicker of a candle is more easily envisioned as a bonfire blazing out of control. 

There are days I pray that my kindergartener feels like I’m giving him enough attention while he works on spelling as I’m doing dishes and tending to dinner. 

My first grader reads and colors with my toddler while I get lunches packed for school. She’s my go to to occupy him when I need a diversion for him so I can shower. 


I think the hectic life of farming has made me stop to appreciate the small actions that are turning them in to great little humans. They have learned it takes a team to get everything done in a day. 

I’ve begun to focus more on the quality of the time we spend together. We have fun even when doing everyday things. Telling jokes in the tractor. Singing pre school songs (possibly loudly and off key) while we scrape manure. Our time together may be crazy, but it’s still time together. 


Days I feel like the candle is starting to go a blaze I stop and think. Did the kids leave for school happy? Did everyone eat a semi nutritious meal today? Is everyone fairly clean? Did we all survive until bed time? It may sound corny, but some days just reminding myself this helps. 

Life’s not perfect. Some days it’s an absolute mess, with glue stick in your hair and all. There are nights I run to dance class a little “aromatic” yet from the barn. But I’m giving it my all. And that is what makes us all good moms. 

Thankful November and Parenting

November is here and it brings with it the urge to share everything we are thankful for. There are the obvious family, health, friends… But I think when you’re a parent you enter a new season of thankfulness. One where you appreciate smaller things. 

  • Everyone knowing the location of their shoes when you need to walk out the door. 

    Shoes, shoes anyone?

  • No hostage type negotiations over eating, getting dressed, basically acting human.
  • No one proudly announcing a bodily function in a public setting.

    Toddlers fart a LOT. For which they are very proud.

  • All outside type creatures (bugs,slugs, amphibians) remaining outside. 

    This list should include ducks.

  • Good weather that allows your kids to burn off energy outside for hours. 
  • Successfully completing potty training.
  • Everyone cooperating for a family photo.

    I’m not sure this qualifies as that.

  • Avoiding cold/flu in the winter.
  • The bank teller giving you the correct number of suckers when you go to the drive up window. 
  • Mickey Mouse Clubhouse marathons so you can accomplish something on a rainy day. 
  • Cause nothing is more destructive than a bored toddler.

  •  That glorious moment in the evening when everyone falls asleep

    Snuggled in Mom and Dads bed because thats where they sleep best.

Fish Tales

Sometimes life throws you an unexpected chain of events. Like 2 goldfish from the street fair morph in to 2 adult mollies with 5 babies living on your kitchen counter. Yes, this story escalated quickly. 
A little town by us has an annual street fair every fall. It’s a big deal. Emma’s dance school performs there. We hadn’t made it to the fair during the week so after the performance my mom and I lugged the kids around to see the sights. 

After pony rides, they scampered off to the fish game. We’ve never actually played the fish game in fear of being the unfortunate souls who won a fish. Today was their day. Between the the 3 of them they split 2 baskets of balls. 

The first ball Emma threw landed right in a jar. If you’re unfamiliar with this game, when you successfully chuck a ping pong ball that lands in a fish bowl, you win a small gold fish. Life expectancy 3 hours-200 years. Before it was all over with we scored 2 gold fish. 

Rudolph and Diamond on their way home.


We had no fish accommodations. This meant a quick pit stop at Dollar General for some temporary housing. Thankfully our fish appreciated budget housing. 

Apartment life


Realizing these were not ideal living arangments for our fish we headed out to the pet store the following morning. With some minimal help from the aquarium guy we returned home with some snazzy new living quarters, as well as a 3rd fish because 3 kids and 2 fish just doesn’t work. 

New tank complete with LED lights and fish #3 Nemo.


It’s all sunshine and roses for a week. Then we walked down stairs to tragedy the next Saturday morning. Rudolph and Nemo went belly up over night. After a few touching words we sent them off with a proper goldfish burial. 

Being married to the guy I am, he thought he would be super nice and bring home 2 new fish when he was in town later that day. Sweet right? This is where it starts to go down hill.

Tom picked 2 fish the aquarium helper said were compatible with goldfish. He brings them home. Kids excited and squealing, I head to google. Everything I read says mollies and goldfish are in fact not BFF’s. Mollies need warm water. Some varieties require salt water. I have read goldfish don’t appreciate these things.

I reluctantly head to a different pet store to buy another tank. At this point in time those $6 spent on 2 baskets of balls is getting pricey. Half way one of the girls who milks for us calls. She had a spare tank, heater and supplies we needed. Thank you baby Jesus.

We return and grab the new fish quarters. Head home. Walk thru the door to another goldfish who has passed on to the great fish tank in the sky. The realization that we had failed not 1, 2 but all 3 goldfish hit the kids kind of hard. 

After a few moments of silence we began to set up the new tank. If you have never sat up an aquarium with 3 kids, let me tell you this is as great of lesson in patience as you will ever find. After 45 minutes, who knows how much spilled water and tears shed by all parties the tank was compatible to Mollie fish life. 

Speckles and Toliet Face in their new home. Dont ask .

We made it thru the weekend. Monday was a breeze with the fish. Then comes Tuesday morning….
I’m standing at the kitchen table barking orders to children so we make it to the bus and barn on time. All of a sudden Emma yells “there’s a baby fish!!!” Whoa. I’m like no way. There’s no way we have a baby. 

I stop and turn on the tank light. Lo and behold there’s a baby fish. Then another. And another. And another… Did you know mollies can, in fact, birth 100’s of babies at a time? Neither did I!

Aren’t they cute…


Ironically I was already planning on going to town to go grocery shopping Tuesday morning. So I stopped at the pet store. The kind women working assured me mollies eat their babies as fast as they have them. No worries, nature would take its course and we’d have cute babies for a few hours then poof, free fish food. 

I’m not entirely cold hearted. I picked up some fake grass and leaves they could hide in. Give the little guys a chance. All in all we counted 7 babies. I’m not sure how many were cannibalized prior to counting. 

Here’s more great news, it’s several days later and we still have several baby fish. Many lessons were learned from this. 

  1. Don’t break out of your box. Don’t play the fish game now? Don’t start.
  2. People at pet stores are shady. 
  3. Toilet Face is sadly an exceptional Mollie mother. 
  4. My children learned that some mothers do in fact eat their young.

I Know I’m Tired

If I had a dollar for every time someone commented that I looked tired, it would make this whole low milk price thing a lot easier. I, like every other mom, am aware of my sleep lacking state. It’s not something easy to ignore. 

I’ve heard it any where from family functions to church to the grocery store to the park. Sleep is a rare commodity at this house. You cherish every minute you get. 

In my opinion, it’s not the nicest nor politest thing to say. The following is a short list of things you could say instead. 

  • Would you like me to get you a coffee? 

I know many mothers who appreciate a good ol’ cup of joe. Not only is coffee cheap, it’s everywhere! For a mere $1.25 you may just make a woman’s day. 

  • Can I watch your kids for a while?

Now obviously use some common sense with this one. If you don’t know the mom, this is creepy. Save this for moms in your circle of acquaintances. Just giving her some quiet time to nap or few moments to regain her sanity again would be amazing. 

This. We all need a break from the crazy.

  • Offer to help with a small task. 

See a mom wrangling kids and trying to groceries in her car? Offer to lend a hand. Randomly take a small meal. She has to feed those wild troops every day. Even a pizza can go a long way. The point is when you’re dragging your booty 3 feet behind you, no small of kindness act goes unnoticed.

Take out, gift card, homemade? Food is always a hit.

  • Re-Assure her that her kids are doing great. 

See a rag tag bunch driving a cart around the grocery store? Mom pushing a stroller aimlessly around the park? Kids tumbling all over each other at the bus stop? The point is every mom approaching the point of breaking would like to know that her efforts aren’t futile. That despite the fact little Johnny decides to show everyone in a 3 mile radius he can lick his arm pit, it will all turn for the better. 

They look cute, that armpit reference didnt come from thin air.

  • Tell her she looks great. 

If she looks like a million bucks or a hot mess, it doesn’t matter. All moms, anyone for that matter, can use a confidence boost from time to time. I would much rather here I look great, even just presentable, then hearing I have bags under my eyes and jelly on my leggings. 

I rock dark, baggy eyes.


The fact is motherhood is simply a state with varying degrees of tiredness. We know we’re tired. A small act of kindness goes a very long way when you try to successfully wrangle tiny humans.