Tuesday, September 28, 2010
I grew up on meat like this, but my family sold off the cattle years ago when my grandfather and dad's health started deteriorating. I've miss it!
There was some worry that since the trip up to Dodge wasn't a pleasant one, that the meat would be bad, but we've had steak 2 different days and hamburger for lunch today, and it is AWESOME!! I was in awe when I didn't even have to drain the fat off the hamburger after I browned it.
I know this sounds nerd-ish, but I keep opening the freezer, just to look inside it!
Posted by Becky at 2:01 AM
Sunday, September 26, 2010
9-25-10 Tornado South-east of town
the boys ran to get grandpa and we just sat outside watching them. They were all headed south. It was so amazing. Flock after flock after flock of them. I never was able to get a good picture of them. They were very determined to keep flying and none ever landed, but it was such a beautiful and breath taking sight. One I don't think any of us will forget. It was like something out of a movie.
We came home and recorded our sighting online. We learned that Monarchs east of the Rockies migrate 2500 miles to the Oyamel fir trees of Mexico. Others that are west of the Rockies will head to southern California to the eucalyptus trees of Pacific Grove.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
It was a great year at the State Fair. And crazy. And exhausting.
The boys also took some other projects. T took his Strawberry Coffee Cake and got a white. J took Mint Chocolate Cookies and got a red, the boat harbor picture got a red, and he received a purple on his chess board.
I'll need a year to recover from this years State Fair....and I'm not even sure that will be enough time!
Monday, September 20, 2010
I used to love the Ferris Wheel. Well, I used to love ALL the rides, but every year as I've gotten older my tolerance has gotten less and less. I had NO tolerance this year at ALL.
But it's not so much the ride that bothers me. It's the shaking of the cart. It's the thought that any moment my cart is going to come unbolted and send us crashing to the ground. Its the thought of getting stuck and having to be rescued from the very top. It's the thought...well, I'm sure you get the picture.
I was excited for my ride on the Ferris Wheel as it was the only ride I was going to go on. I hate the sick feeling and headache I get after the rides and was just going to stick to taking pictures this year. Started feeling anxious as I got on the cart and by the first half turn I was panicking. No really---I have pictures:
Posted by Becky at 10:06 AM
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Paris is 9 years old and was adopted as a "Daddy is leaving for a month so maybe this will help take your minds off of it" type of thing when D was active reservist. I had wanted a kitty for a long long time, but D wanted NO cats. However, a few hours of quilt tripping and begging really can pay off. She came into our lives at a time with lots of tears and anxiety, and she was just what the boys and I needed at that time. She gave us something to concentrate on, and take care of.
She was a born in a garage and was an alley cat of sorts. Her story today though is she was born from royalty and these humans are lucky to have her. The day she came into our house was the last time she's ever had her feet on the dirt outside, and she doesn't leave the house unless we have to drag her to the vet...where I might add they know her by name and she's famous for her "wonderful" personality.
She has never caught a mouse...eww, she says.....hates kids, hates strangers, and pretty much hates everyone except for D, who didn't even want her in the first place. She's IN LOVE with that guy and spends a good 10 to 15 minutes EVERY NIGHT purring while laying on his chest, looking at him like he's so sort of God. She pouts like a child, and recently spent almost 2 weeks under our bed while we were on vacation. I am convinced she only come down to eat and drink enough to keep herself alive, and then went back upstairs. My sister called worried about her because she had yet to see her while she was checking on things, and found her upstairs where she was greeted with a growl and a hiss. Grouchy and snotty as she is, our house would be strange without HER MAJESTY'S presence here.
She's probably getting low on her nine lives. One time she was gone for nearly 4 days and we were devastated. I was walking around yelling her name and heard a faint cry from the garage...coming from an old couch. I ran and got D who quickly ripped the couch apart. She had gotten in through a tiny tear and had gotten her claws stuck in the fabric and was stuck inside. She was hungry and skinny and didn't do much for a couple of days after that. Another time she came home after being missing for about 3 days and was COMPLETELY GREEN. We THINK it was that fertilizer that they spray in the yards in the spring and fall, but still are not totally sure what she got into. The only TRUE problem I have with Anna is she likes to sleep...in my houseplants. If Anna were a human, she would wear boots, and play football, not care about hair or make-up, and out spit and fart all the boys. She LOVES to torment Paris, and pounces and chases her, which ends up in this nasty growling rolling match usually. After which she watches Paris, almost with a smirk on her face while Paris has to spend HOURS getting her fur clean again and put back JUST right.
Anna is awesome and I'm happy she's here, headless creatures and all!
Posted by Becky at 10:51 AM
Monday, September 6, 2010
Posted by Becky at 6:37 PM
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Today we were going to go to church, come home to a nice, hot, lunch already made the crock pot, sit down and enjoy being a family. It was going t be a great relaxed day. That was I had planned in my head anyway.
Nothing like getting call at 7am from your mother to tell let you know there are COWS on the road, and they are YOURS. Well, actually, it was only ONE cow, and he's not really a cow...he's a steer...who still thinks he's a dog, but that's another story.
D and I get up and out there, where we find he has in fact decided the grass is greener on the other side, and is on the other side of the highway, pigging out. D slows down to about 10 miles an hour, I hang the coffee can full of cake out the window, shake it around and OFF WE GO. I prayed no one we know drives by, as I am know we look SILLY for multiple reasons:
1. We are "herding" in a Ford Taurus.
2. We are moving a Jersey steer...right smack in the middle of beef cattle country, I might add, across a highway, where many of my childhood pets were squashed flat as pancakes.
3. We don't use ropes...we use coffee cans. Food orientated, YES we are!
We get him back in, and I already know what D is gonna say. "Me and the boys have to get this fixed this morning." There went my planned Sunday.
(The spot he keeps getting out at is string of electric fence that's no longer hot, so all he does is steps through the wire. We've had the barb wire to replace it, just hadn't done it yet.)
The men tackled the fence, while I relaxed and did my thing, walking around, taking pictures, getting in the way.
|Hoof prints in the driveway....NOT suppose to be there!!|
|Chewy is in timeout while they fix fence. He looks worried, doesn't he?|
|Rosie is supervising while they work.|
|Seriously, kid, do you know what your doing??|
|"Why do they always give the pee-wee jobs??" "It's a right of passage, little man!"|
|"Don't look over..she's at it again" "Does she ever JUST STOP?"|
|"I'm NOT looking."|
|I'm sure his mother is so proud. ;-)|
Posted by Becky at 1:01 PM
Friday, September 3, 2010
Smelly clothes, grass stained pants, ogre acting, testosterone fed men, camera hauling mamas, junk food fueled 10 year olds, .....It's FOOTBALL SEASON!
Last night we drove to J's first Jr High Football team. He's been waiting for this moment, well, since he was born I think. He was up and ready and just WAITING for the bus to get around the corner.
It was a good first game, considering they lost 32-14. J had a really nice tackle towards the end of the game, stopping a runner from scoring. I sat there watching, clutching my camera, totally missing capturing the moment, while D sat beside me muttering, "Don't let him by you, J...get up there...." (I'm thankful I married a quiet guy. If he were one of those yelling cussing dads, I might have to sit someplace else...like the car.)
I got full play by plays of the game, complete with who did what body function on the field, until just about half way home, when it became VERY quiet in my backseat except for the occasion snore.
As a mom, I've come to realize I will probably never understand football.
But to get them that pumped up and to keep doing it over and over, it has to feel something like how I feel when I get a buy one, get one free deal at the greenhouse......right, Mel? =)
T's first game is next week...stay tuned for more football action!
Posted by Becky at 7:48 AM