cowboy stuff
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Spring Break has begun for me today. I have 9 days off and 900 things on my ever-growing to-do list to accomplish. Number one being pack, move, and unpack. My husband is super busy, and I can’t wait for him, so tonight I packed most of my kitchen, my china, my plates, my Tupperware, and… Read more
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Spring is coming. It’s just around the corner. As soon as I utter that old cliche’, tomorrow we’ll all probably get snowed thirty feet under. But I am remaining hopeful about the coming spring. The tulips and daffodils are poking their green heads out of the earth and birds are building nests. Unfortunately the owner of this particular dwelling… Read more
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This morning I stumbled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of ambition, yawned and stretched and tried to come alive. Not really. It’s Saturday. I slept later than usual, I awoke refreshed and feeling great, and meandered to the bathroom. Then I peeked out the window to see if… Read more
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My cowboy husband J-Dub needed to move some cows on Saturday. They had grazed down a pasture pretty well and needed some greener grass. You know, over on the other side. It is typically a rather large job for one cowboy alone to move 90 cows from one pasture to another, so he moved most… Read more
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I have a new BFF today. He’s my good pal. My buddy. My friend. He’s a little furry. And maybe a little smelly. But I don’t mind at all. Especially today, when he doesn’t see his shadow. I’m ready for an early spring. Here’s some pictures of our world. Yesterday it was 5° at 5:30… Read more
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There comes a time in every cowboy’s life when the question arises as to whether or not a cow is pregnant. But only dudes say pregnant. Real cowboys say bred. For fear of embarrassing my husband, I shall only speak in cowboy lingo for this blog. So try to keep up, okay? Recently we acquired a cow that was… Read more
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We have a bovine dilemma. It consists of a cow who lost her baby and is left with a bag full of milk. And a baby who was born a twin and its old momma doesn’t have enough milk for two which leaves it powerful hungry. The logical answer would be to let the baby calf nurse a momma with… Read more
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My life is hectic lately. And I don’t like it. I like peace and serenity. I go visit the cows. Aw, serenity. The soft moos. The whisper of the breeze through the bluestem grass. The sweet suckling at the teet. The pictures of nature. Aw,serenity. Deep breaths. Calmness in my soul. Until Jason cusses. See… Read more
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After my last great attempt at horse riding, Adventures in Cowboying, I decided I needed some spurs. Jason said I needed to learn how to ride first. If you are any kind of a real cowboy, stop reading right here and go rope a goat or something, this will not impress you one iota. But if you… Read more
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I went out with my husband Jason yesterday. When I say “out”, I don’t mean on a date. I mean “OUT” in the country, “OUT” away from civilization and Starbucks, “OUT” where men are men and sheep are scared. Well, not quite that far. Now, you must know that just because I’m married to a… Read more
Angel Wheeler 