courtesy of my dad.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Independence Day
On Independence Day, I helped move cattle before my first cup of coffee.
I sat on the shady porch, drank coffee, and chatted about nothing in particular.
I helped make guacamole, strawberry pizza, and pretty hair.
I sat on the shady porch, drank Bud Light with lime, ate guacamole, and talked about the Founding Fathers, our current government, and our responsibilities as citizens to keep it in line.
I sat on the shady porch, ate a phenomenal meal of grass-fed beef, homemade potato salad, beans and Texas caviar, and yummy desserts.
I sat on a chair in the grass and watched the Rancher help my daughter and the three Cowgirls light and enjoy fireworks.
I sat on a chair in front of the campfire.
I tucked myself into bed.
Did a lot of sitting yesterday. Best day in a long time!!
I sat on the shady porch, drank coffee, and chatted about nothing in particular.
I helped make guacamole, strawberry pizza, and pretty hair.
I sat on the shady porch, drank Bud Light with lime, ate guacamole, and talked about the Founding Fathers, our current government, and our responsibilities as citizens to keep it in line.
I sat on the shady porch, ate a phenomenal meal of grass-fed beef, homemade potato salad, beans and Texas caviar, and yummy desserts.
I sat on a chair in the grass and watched the Rancher help my daughter and the three Cowgirls light and enjoy fireworks.
I sat on a chair in front of the campfire.
I tucked myself into bed.
Did a lot of sitting yesterday. Best day in a long time!!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Back in the Saddle Again!
I'm a Republican because people like this say things like this.
And this.
(Yes, I recognize the irony of linking to the second blog. No, I do not agree with his choice of words. But it is the only place on the internet I can find the video!)
And this.
(Yes, I recognize the irony of linking to the second blog. No, I do not agree with his choice of words. But it is the only place on the internet I can find the video!)
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Arrivederci!!
Today we are sitting at O'Hare, waiting for a flight to our European adventure. I'll be blogging about the trip over here. I hope you'll stop by and see what we're up to!
I'll be back here at the end of the month. But it seemed right to let Boots take a vacation while I did!
I'll be back here at the end of the month. But it seemed right to let Boots take a vacation while I did!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I HATE it When My Dad's Right...
He said I haven't updated my blog lately, and it has been a week...
In a few short days, I will be leaving on that trip I've talked about from time to time. I told myself last week, "Self," I said, "you may not leave home for the next two weeks. Unless it's on fire. Or there's a dire emergency. Or Cheryl decides to let you know when she can meet you for coffee. Which is almost the same as that second option, doncha know?" You know what happened, don't you? Three trips to Suburbia; one for lunch with the aforementioned father-person, and two to pick up some traveler at the airport. Well, I'll show them! That'll be me in a coupla days! I had a day at the doctors' office, and another I split between sitting in a library, waiting for Miss Mary's driving lesson to end, and sitting in the dentist's chair, waiting for the hygienist to finish. (My life is too fast-paced. Gotta slow down!)
Long story short, I've financed a small Arab country with my gasoline bills from the past week, and I've gotten very little done toward getting ready for our trip. I have a top and skirt which need to be sewn; ain't gonna happen. I have flower and veggie beds that need planting and weeding; ain't gonna happen. I need to attend that grammar class; ain't gonna happen. But the trip will!
I have scrapbooked past trips, and, although I love my friends who scrapbook and I love their scrapbooks, I would rather stick an icepick into my eye, repeatedly, than make any of my own. (Yes, Kristi, I will finish the ones for my grandmother and mom!) But I really would like to journal/chronicle this trip-of-a-lifetime. Would it surprise you that I'm thinking of blogging about it?
I've been working on a new blog, that will run while I am gone traveling, and will be my journal of this trip. I've been playing with fonts and templates and colors. Tune in Saturday, when I debut that puppy.
Or Friday. I can't decide which.
Maybe Sunday.
In a few short days, I will be leaving on that trip I've talked about from time to time. I told myself last week, "Self," I said, "you may not leave home for the next two weeks. Unless it's on fire. Or there's a dire emergency. Or Cheryl decides to let you know when she can meet you for coffee. Which is almost the same as that second option, doncha know?" You know what happened, don't you? Three trips to Suburbia; one for lunch with the aforementioned father-person, and two to pick up some traveler at the airport. Well, I'll show them! That'll be me in a coupla days! I had a day at the doctors' office, and another I split between sitting in a library, waiting for Miss Mary's driving lesson to end, and sitting in the dentist's chair, waiting for the hygienist to finish. (My life is too fast-paced. Gotta slow down!)
Long story short, I've financed a small Arab country with my gasoline bills from the past week, and I've gotten very little done toward getting ready for our trip. I have a top and skirt which need to be sewn; ain't gonna happen. I have flower and veggie beds that need planting and weeding; ain't gonna happen. I need to attend that grammar class; ain't gonna happen. But the trip will!
I have scrapbooked past trips, and, although I love my friends who scrapbook and I love their scrapbooks, I would rather stick an icepick into my eye, repeatedly, than make any of my own. (Yes, Kristi, I will finish the ones for my grandmother and mom!) But I really would like to journal/chronicle this trip-of-a-lifetime. Would it surprise you that I'm thinking of blogging about it?
I've been working on a new blog, that will run while I am gone traveling, and will be my journal of this trip. I've been playing with fonts and templates and colors. Tune in Saturday, when I debut that puppy.
Or Friday. I can't decide which.
Maybe Sunday.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Rainy Days and Mondays
Today is not Monday, it's Tuesday. Just as Marley was dead, we must make that fact understood.
Monday disappeared in a fog of fumes from an internal combustion engine. In plain English, I spent the day in the car, with short breaks to jump out and deal with something important. A doctor appointment, a trip to the pharmacy, and some grocery shopping. Mundane, housewife-y things. Except for the Italian class last night.
Today will be cleaning, and baking, and drinking coffee while writing pokey blog posts.
On the farm front, horses are confined while it rains, rains and sometimes, snows. April is acting as March this year, with cold rain and surprise flurries. Daily, baby chicks are being successful in their search for Death. 8 of them, so far, since Friday. This is unusual, so I'll be calling Sue at the feed store today to find out how many others are having this issue. Pigs are growing, despite the dogs' attempts to kill them. Veggies are shivering in the garden, although the Chinese cabbage seems happy that it's cold and wet. And all this rain is just foreshadowing the fact that, someday, we'll have to mow the lawn.
Well, someone will. I'll be in Europe.
Monday disappeared in a fog of fumes from an internal combustion engine. In plain English, I spent the day in the car, with short breaks to jump out and deal with something important. A doctor appointment, a trip to the pharmacy, and some grocery shopping. Mundane, housewife-y things. Except for the Italian class last night.
Today will be cleaning, and baking, and drinking coffee while writing pokey blog posts.
On the farm front, horses are confined while it rains, rains and sometimes, snows. April is acting as March this year, with cold rain and surprise flurries. Daily, baby chicks are being successful in their search for Death. 8 of them, so far, since Friday. This is unusual, so I'll be calling Sue at the feed store today to find out how many others are having this issue. Pigs are growing, despite the dogs' attempts to kill them. Veggies are shivering in the garden, although the Chinese cabbage seems happy that it's cold and wet. And all this rain is just foreshadowing the fact that, someday, we'll have to mow the lawn.
Well, someone will. I'll be in Europe.
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