Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Rainy days!


I thought Facebook was the ultimate timewaster...

Nope.

It's Pinterest.

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WE HAVE BABY PONIES!!!!

Not ponies.
HORSES!

I'm not going to post allll of the pictures, because I want to get a good picture of the stud that the mares are all bred to!

I can't help myself though.. Here are a few (:


This is a horse colt & the very first one born!


This little filly is so dang cute!

Have a great day everyone!
-J

Friday, May 25, 2012

Smacked me in the face...


I am a huge "quote" person.

Meaning; for pretty much every area of my life, I have a quote for it.
Ranching.
Rodeoing.
Horses.
Dogs.
Cows.
Sisters.
Parents.
Working Out.
Work Ethic.
School.
Girlfriends.
Guys.
Homeschooling.
Attitude.
Drama.
Weather.
REAL Cowgirls.
I guess you get the point.
But on a serious note, one of my absolute favorites is from a song (also a music freak- which is another post), called "Unbreakable", by Fireflight, & it goes like this:
Fear is just a crutch that tries to hold you back & turn your dreams to dust.  All you need to do is, trust. 
Pretty good, eh?
It really hits home with me. A lot. Especially living on a ranch.

I had an accident last summer when running the barrels.. My horse spooked at, God only knows what, on the other side of the fence, right before we got to the first barrel & needless to say, dumped me.
I had been having some trouble with my self confidence anyway, so that really didn't help.
The next day I was going to run again, but I was honestly quite nervous & didn't know if he would react the same way.

Then.. BOOM! Light bulb!

I realized that I was going to run into obstacles & trials everyday that scared the crap out of me. BUT it's still up to me whether or not, to entertain that fear & let it control my life. I have huge goals & dreams, that I know are in me for a reason!
Those few words from "Unbreakable" remind me that if I want everything in life; if I want to fulfill my FULL potential; if I want to become the best I can be; I will HAVE to overcome that fear, that tries to hold me back, & just trust!

My run wasn't the best, but I faced it & Gus didn't spook!

I am still learning, to put more trust in all of the work I have poured into my horses. TRUST the endless miles; all of the saddle pads, that are soaked with sweat; the "boring" dry work, that no one really enjoys; the tears of both, joy & frustration; & the love I share with each of them.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Access to God's favor all of the time!

 
The GRACE of God = the unearned, undeserved & unmerited favor of God.
 
When God answers you in your most undeserving moment, that is grace. At your lowest point, in your darkest hour, His light shines through for you & you become a recipient of His unmerited favor, & a recipient of favor can't help but extend grace to others.
In & of ourselves, we don't deserve anything good. But... because we are in Christ & in His righteousness, God will not withhold any blessing in our lives today. Our part is not to struggle in our own works & be independent from God, but to focus on receiving all that we need from Him.

Say it;
I have access to God's favor all the time, even when I feel most undeserving!
 

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

"What would you do if I peed on your tires?"

Who's heard of Hank The Cowdog? I'm sure you have!

K & I used to read them all of the time when we were little, but the first book in the series is still my favorite. "The Original Adventures of Hank the Cowdog" is where it alllll begins..

"Guts, glory, danger, and sacrifice are all in a day's work for Hank the Cowdog, Head of Ranch Security. While investigating a vicious murder on the ranch, he finds himself to be the number one suspect. Resigning in a fit of despair, he heads for the hills to become an outlaw, & a band of ruthless coyotes is happy to teach him the trade. Or are they? They seem to be on his side... until they unveil their plan for a raid on Hank's ranch! Hank knows he can't beat them - will he be forced to join them?"

You've got to read some of the books! They are hilarious & yet so.. real! The books are told from Hank's perspective, who keeps the ranch in working condition along with his dopey side-kick, Drover.

This is my favorite chapter of all time, from the first book.. enjoy(:


The Boxer
     I slept late the next morning. To be real honest about it, I didn't wake up till sometime in the early afternoon. Guess all that monster fighting kind of wore me down.
     What woke me up was the sound of the flatbed pickup rattling up to the gas tank, right in front of my bedroom. He looked at me, gave his head a shake and said something under his breath. I tried to read his lips but couldn't make out what he said. Probably wasn't the Pledge of Allegiance.
     Slim went around the front of the pickup and opened up the hood. I was just getting up, right in the middle of a nice stretch, when I heard him say, "Hank, come here, boy."
     Geeze, at last a friendly voice. How long had it been since someone had spoken to me in a kind voice? In my job, nobody ever says a word when you do something right, only when you make a mistake, and then you hear plenty about it.
     I trotted around to the front of the pickup - limped, actually, because I was pretty stove up from the battle - wagged my tail and said howdy. Slim bent down and rubbed me behind the ears.
     "Good dog," he said.
      Good dog! I just melted on those words, rolled over on my back and kicked all four legs in the air. It's amazing what a few kind words and a smile can do for a dog. Even as hardboiled as I am, which is something you have to be in my line of work, I respond to kindness.
     Slim rubbed me in that special place at the bottom of my ribs, the one that's somehow hooked up to my back leg. I've never understood the mechanics of it, but if a guy scratches me there it makes my back leg start kicking.
     Slim scratched and I kicked. Felt good and made Old Slim laugh. Then he told me to sit. I sat and tried to shake hands. Shaking hands is one of the many tricks I've learned over the years, and I can usually count on it to delight an audience of people.
     But Slim didn't notice. He reached under the hood, pulled out the dipstick, and wiped it off on my ear. "Good dog." And that was it. I waited around for some more scratching or handshaking, but he seemed to forget that I was there. He slammed the hood and stepped on my paw. "Oops, sorry, Hank, get out of the way."
     The sweet moments in this life are fleeting. You have to enjoy them to the fullest when they come, before some noodle steps on you and tells you to get out of the way.
     Slim and Loper got into the pickup, and Loper said, "Don't you dogs try to follow us."
     He gunned the motor and pulled away from the gas tank. Drover suddenly appeared out of nowhere and hopped up into the pickup.
     "Come on, Hank, we're supposed to go."
     In the back of my mind I knew that wasn't right, but I didn't have time to think about it. I chased the pickup until it slowed down for the big hill in front of the house, and jumped in the back.
     "Where we going?" I asked.
      Drover gave me that famous empty-headed look of his, the one where you can gaze into his eyes and see all of the way to the end of his tail, and there's nothing between. "Beats me, but I bet we're going somewhere."
     Loper drove up to the mailbox and turned left. If he had turned right, it would have meant that we were going to the pasture. A left turn meant only one thing: we were going to town. And that meant only one thing: Loper was going to be mad as thunder when he found out we'd jumped in the back and hitched a ride.
     But what the heck? You can't be safe and cautious all of the time. If you're too timid in this life, you'll miss out on all of the fun and adventure. You'll just stay home and snap at flies, and when you get to be an old dog, you'll look back on your life and think, "All these years I've been on this earth, I've never done anything but snap at flies."

     And you'll regret that, when the opportunity came up, you didn't sneak a ride to town.
     Drover curled up behind the cab and watched the scenery go by. I sat on my haunches, closed my eyes, and just let the wind flap my ears around. Felt good, restful. There for a little while I forgot all my cares and responsibilities.
     That lasted until we got to the highway. Loper pulled onto the blacktop and started picking up speed. The wind began to sting and my ears flapped a little harder than I like them to flap, and the crumbs of alfalfa hay in the pickup bed started to swirl.
     I laid down beside Drover. "Say, before I forget, I want to thank you for all the help you gave me last night with that monster."
     He gave me a shy grin. "Oh, that's okay. It was the least I could do."
     "It sure as heck was. If you'd done any leaster, you'd have been fighting for the other side."
     The shy grin disappeared. "You mad about something?"
     "Forget it." I didn't want to talk. Alfalfa leaves were getting into my mouth. I slept all the way to town.
     Next thing I knew, we had slowed down and were coasting down Main Street. I sat up and took in the sights: a bunch of stores and street lights, several stop signs, couple of town dogs loafing around, and a big tumbleweed rolling down the middle of the street.
     Loper drove into a parking place in front of the Waterhole Cafe, beside two or three other pickups that looked like cowboy rigs. When he got out and saw us back there, he have us the tongue-lashing I had expected. It was no worse than usual, not bad enough to make me regret that we'd hitched a ride to town.
     He told us to sit, be good, and don't bark.
     Then he and Slim went into the Waterhole.
     For five or ten minutes we concentrated on being good, which was a real drag. Then I heard Drover go, "Ps-s-s-st!" He jerked his head toward the pickup that was parked next to us. In the back end, fast asleep, was a big ugly boxer dog. We both moved to the side of the pickup bed and stared at him.
     He must have felt our eyes because after a bit his head came up, and he glowered at us with a wicked expression on his face.
     "What are you staring at?"
     "Just looking at the sights," I said. "What's your name?"
     "Puddin' Tane, ask me again and I'll tell you the same."
     I guess Drover didn't understand what that meant, so he asked, "What's your name?"
     "John Brown, ask me again and I'll knock you down."
     Drover gave me a puzzled look, and I said, "How come they've got you chained up?" He was tied to the headache racks of the pickup with a piece of chain.
     "So I won't kill any dogs."
     "You kill dogs, no fooling?" Drover asked.
     "Just for drill. I prefer bigger stuff."
      That sort of ended the conversation. Puddin' Tane went back to sleep and I got involved with a couple of noisy flies that were bothering my ears. Took and few snaps at 'em but didn't get anything.
     Next thing I knew, Drover said, "What would you do if we peed on your tires?"
     The boxer's head came up real slow, and he turned them wicked eyes on little Drover. "What did you say?"
     "I said, what would you do if we peed on your tires?"
     "Uh, Drover..." It made me a little uneasy, the way he was talking about we.
     The boxer sat up. "I'd tear off your legs and wring your neck."
     "But how could you do that when you're chained up?"
     "Drover."
     The boxer lifted one side of his mouth and unveiled a set of long white teeth. "I'd bust the chain."
     "It looks pretty stout to me."
     "Drover."
     "It ain't stout enough."
     "Just curious," said Drover. Big-and-Ugly went back to sleep and I got back to them flies. One of them was big and green, also a little slow on the draw. I waited for my shot and snapped. Got the little booger! Then I had to spit him out real quick. Boy, did he taste foul.
     Seemed to me I heard water running somewhere. I glanced around and saw Big-and-Ugly's head come up. He'd heard it too.
     Drover had just wiped out the left rear tire and was going toward the front one. Seemed to me this was poor judgment on Drover's part.
     The boxer sprang to his feet. "Get away from that tire, runt! No two-bit cowdog is going to mess up my tires!"
     I didn't like his tone of voice. I got up and wandered to the side of the pickup. "Say there, partner, maybe I didn't hear you right. You weren't suggesting that there's any two-bit cowdogs around here, were you?"
     "I ain't suggesting, Buddy, I'm saying. You're a couple of two-bit cowdogs."
     "Do you mean that as an insult or a compliment?"
     "Cowdog, don't mean but one thing to me: sorry and two-bit."
     I took a deep breath. "Oh dear. Drover, the dust seems kind of bad all of a sudden. Why don't you wet down that other tire."
     He grinned, hiked up his leg, and let 'er rip.
     The boxer went nuts when he saw that. All at once his fangs were flashing in the sunlight. He lunged against that chain and started barking - big, deep roar of a bark, so loud you could feel it bouncing off your face.
     I waited for him to shut up. "You want to take back what you said about cowdogs?" He lunged against the chain and slashed the air about six inches from the end of my nose. "Guess not."
     I hopped down, skipped around to the right side of the boxer's pickup, and wiped out the front and back tires. Drover and I met at the front, swapped sides, and gave each tire a second coat.
     Big-and-Ugly went berserk. He fought against the chain and roared. "Let me at 'em, I'll kill 'em, just let me at 'em!"
     Drover and I finished the job and hopped back into the pickup bed. When the cafe door burst open, we were, ahem, fast asleep. Slim, Loper, and the boxer's master stormed out.
     "What's going on out here? You dogs..."
     "It's my dog, Loper, he's making all the racket. Bruno shut up! You're disturbing the whole town."
     I sat up and opened my eyes. Bruno was getting a good scolding from his master. He whined and wagged his stump tail and tried to explain what had happened. But his master didn't understand. (This seems to be a common trait in masters.)
     "Now you lie down and be quiet. I don't want to hear another peep out of you. You know better than that."
     The men went back inside. I waited a minute and then gave Drover the coast-is-clear sign. We got up and went over to the edge of the pickup. Bruno was lying flat, with his eyes wide open and a couple of fangs showing beneath his lips. He was trembling with rage.
     "Drover, you ever seen an uglier dog than that one?"
     He giggled. "No, never did."
     "Me neither. Can you imagine what his mother much have looked like?"
     A growl came from deep in Bruno's throat.
     "I don't like his pointed ears," said Drover.
     "You know why they're pointed, don't you? When boxers are born, they have such big floppy ears that a surgeon has to cut off two yards of hide. And then they whack off the tail, and then they put the pup's face into a shop vice and mash it until it looks just like Bruno's."
     "No kidding?"
     "Yup. And as you might expect, it affects the brain too, mashes it down to the size of a dog biscuit." The growl in Bruno's throat was growing louder. "That's why boxers are so dumb, brain's been smallered. It's the mark of the breed. They tell me that you can't get papers on a boxer unless he's too dumb to walk across the street. They give 'em a test, see, and all the ones that flunk become registered boxers."
     By this time the growl had become a steady roar.
     "And that's why you never see boxers work cattle, just too frazzling dumb to hold down a steady job."
     Bruno's eyes were cloudy, as if they were filled with smoke from a fire burning inside. His teeth were snapping together. Maybe he was crushing imaginary bones.
     "Why would anybody want a dog that was so big and dumb and ugly?" Drover asked.
     "I've wondered about that myself," said I, "and the only answer I can come up with is that maybe if a guy had a piece of log chain that he didn't know what to do with, he'd buy a boxer to hang it on."
     That did it. Bruno erupted again and lunged at us, his mouth wide open and full of jagged teeth. I got a real good look at his tonsils, which appeared to be a little inflamed.
     I jerked my head at Drover and we was both sending up a line of Z's when the cowboys came out again.
     "Bruno, what in the world! Bad dog, bad dog! Why can't you just lie still and shut up like these other dogs?" Bruno whimpered. "Well, I guess I'd better go. Bruno's on a snort. See y'all later."
      When the pickup drove off, me and Drover sat up and grinned and waved good-bye to our new friend. Bruno was so mad his eyes were crossed and foam dripped off his chops.
      That's what makes being a cowdog worthwhile. Teamwork.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lately, the weather has been so bi-polar,
& consequently so have I.

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Cattle Drive Stew & Cornbread!

This is one of our newest crock pot favorites. My dad really likes it! The crock pot is awesome, because we can throw some food in that baby, put the lid on, go outside to work, come back in & have a hot meal. The cornbread is killer as well.. Way good! 



Cattle Drive Stew *Slow Cooker
  • 1/2 lb. stew beef (can also use part of a roast & cook the rest of the roast a day or 2 later. The "killin' 2 birds with 1 stone" philosophy.)
  • 16 oz. package Kielbasa sausage, sliced
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 3 potatoes, peeled & chopped
  • 28 oz. can baked beans
HINT - Coat the crock pot with cooking spray! It will make your life so much easier.

Arrange all ingredients in a slow cooker, in the order shown above.

 
I had no idea was Kielbasa sausage was, so I thought I would include a picture just in case you all didn't know what to look for either.

Everyone now; When I say "Hillshire", you say "Farm"!
Hillshire!
Farm!
Go Meat!


Cover & cook on high setting for 4 hours, or on low setting for 8 hours.
Makes 6 to 8 servings.




Cornbread
  • 1 box Jiffy yellow cake mix
  • 1 box Jiffy corn muffin mix
  • 3 T. oil
  • 2 eggs
  • 3/4 c. milk

Combine all ingredients together, mixing well.

Bake in a greased 9X12" cake pan at 400 degrees for 20-25 minutes.
Look what Dad brought home! Kind of had to cheat & have dessert first... (:

Okay, is it dinner or supper? We always say supper. What do you & your family say?

All rainy here! I am so ready for some.. WARM weather! Although, we really do need the rain. Big time.

We are still calving.. babies, babies everywhere! Why does it seem they like to wait until the middle of the night to have calves?!? My parentals are beginning to get a little *cough* cranky.. ready to be done! I don't blame them though.. they have been really tired.

Tomorrow is my "Sweet 16"! Whoop-dee-do-da-day! I shall see what the day brings :))

Have a great weekend!
-J

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Green Chili Chicken Tacos

Haven't had much time to type up anything spectacular lately... Busy! Busy! Busy! Good thing I had this post pre-made! :)


  • 1 lb. boneless skinless chicken breasts, cubed
  • 1 T. oil
  • 1/4 c. onion, diced
  • 1 t. cumin
  • 1 t. garlic powder
  • 1/4 t. cayenne pepper
  • Salt & pepper
  • 1 T. flour
  • 1 c. green enchilada sauce (Las Polmas) or 1 1/4 c. green salsa (La Victoria)
  • Corn or flour tortillas
  • Lettuce, shredded cheese & sour cream
In a skillet, fry the chicken in the oil along with the onion, cumin, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, salt & pepper. Cook until chicken is browned (about 5 minutes). Sprinkle flour over the chicken & cook for 1 minute. Add green sauce, then cover & cook until chicken is done (about 7 minutes). Serve in corn or flour tortillas with cheese, lettuce & sour cream.