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Early Morning Wake Up Call

Is it time for my nap yet?

Homemade

Homemade Strawberry Rhubarb Pie.

Mmhmm.

Makes my tummy smile.

Why I Have Been MIA

Hi all!!

I have been a little MIA lately. Why? Well I have been working a lot trying to make up for my vacation to Colorado and preparing for when I will be gone to Colorado again in less than two months.. :)

So I am officially trained on how to scrape manure.

Cow dung. Poo. Pu-pu. Crap. $h!t .

Whatever ya wanna call it - I scrape it all day long, breathing in the refreshing smell of home on the dairy farm.

Mmmm. Makes me want a tall glass of milk, I tell you what!

Hopefully I can get some time this weekend to update a little more. In the meantime, I be working, riding my hoss, and lovin on my Texas!

A Little Bite of Heaven

Texas and I have been cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

For most of our relationship (minus the first few months where we were fed gourmet food by trained chefs), we have enjoyed cooking our meals together and reaping the benefits.

Lately though, we have been getting really creative in the culinary area of our life.

We have recently learned how to make homemade pizza dough which has opened up many doors in our cooking world. This last week we made the best pizza I've ever eaten in my whole life. I'm just going to put it out there. Texas and I barely spoke during the whole eating event because all of the noise we were making consisted of:

"mmmm"

"oh. my. gosh."

"yummmmmm"

"ooohhhh mmmm"

Yup. True story. It was a BBQ inspired pizza with BBQ sauce instead of pizza sauce, mozzarella, onions, chicken, bacon, and pineapple. Simple really, when it comes to recipes we've concocted in the past. But folks, simplicity is key in this certain case.

We decided to experiment one step further last night. BBQ calzones - with slow cooked brisket from our steer in the freezer. I must say, we forgot to throw in the bacon, but essentially all of the ingredients were the same as the pizza.

And it was, amazing.

Pretty durn delicious.

I love that Texas and I can cook together. Clean up together. Eat together. Celebrate our culinary skills together. And sometimes, though not often, hang our heads in culinary defeat together. I love that he not only doesn't expect me to be his cook, but he enjoys just as much, if not more, the opportunity to share the kitchen responsibilities together.

Together, Texas and I will dominate the kitchen, and hopefully we can still fit into our skinny jeans by the time the wedding rolls around... :)

Photo by Texas

Texas took this for me this morning. Love my girl.

Fulfilled

Wine rack, fulfilled.

Got a few more nice bottles of wine this weekend. Don't get illusions that they are top dollar wines though. We are cheap and usually make do with two buck chuck from Trader Joes, so anything that costs more than $2 is pretty classy in our book!

Becoming Domesticated

Texas and I are becoming domesticated slowly but surely. Made our first pie last night. Homemade pie crust and all. Yum yum in the tum tum for strawberry rhubarb!

A Celebration

Thanks to some high school friends and their lovers for helping me celebrate my big Quarter Century birthday!

Wine + Murphys = Such a good time. And I only spilled a little bit of wine on my dress. :)

25

Today, I turn 25 years old. Quarter of a century. I'm starting to get run ragged folks, I'm an old lady! 

Just kidding. Kinda.

Anyways, 25 years is a long time, but I have managed to continue doing the things I loved to do as a kid. And you know what?? Here's to another 25 more, but with a different last name!!

Things I loved, and still love to do:

Play with cows.

Play in the water.

Play with kitties. (Maybe torture kitties is a better description)

Play with horses.

Play with my weird lookin' faces.

Play in the snow.

Play with photo shoots in the hay alley.

Play dress up and put weird things on my head.

Play getting married.

(Updated picture to come soon) 

:)

Good Puppy

I've been dragging corrals the last week or two to get em' ready for scraping manure. Ahhh tis' the season for manure spreading! Err, at least manure scraping. I think I will be blessed with manure spreading when Texas and I get back from our honeymoon in August.

Anyways, back to the point of this post. While I drag the corral for hours on end, I make Stoney go lay down, preferably in a shaded spot. There's no point in him following the tractor in circles for 3 or 4 hours while getting covered in manure dust.

I just love how he's SUCH a good boy!! He lays in his little spot for hours with his eyes on me the whole time. And when I do get off the tractor and tell him the shows over, this boy's motor goes in overdrive. I don't think he could run any faster to me than he does after laying in cow crap for hours.

Back In The Saddle

I'm such a proud mama. After three weeks of medicine and rest for my girl since discovering her arthritis, Jade finally started to look like she was feeling pretty dang good. I've been straining my eyes to see if she is off, just even slightly. With new comfy shoes, an injection, and some horsie tylenol, she's feeling and looking great. 

So, I decided to start her back up to her normal routine, slowly, per the veterinarian's suggestion. I lunged her for a couple days, just barely making her sweat.

And then, I just decided to get on her a couple days ago. 

We walked. We trotted. We loped. We pretended like no time had passed since the last time I rode her. 

No buck. No sass. Just lots of good moments. She's softer than when I left her. She's stopping real fast like a sink when it's clogged.

This is big stuff, folks. One year ago, I got bucked off this gal within seconds of getting on her. We've come a long ways, with ups and downs. My little filly has turned into a horse. This about right considering she just turned 5 years old at the end of May. 

She may have arthritis in her foot, but with her heart, anything is possible friends! We will see what she decides to do. In the meantime, we be ridin'.