As I have yammered on about in my previous blogs, I love to cook. Like I don't cook just to survive, I love it! And I love to share so last Sunday as I was sittin' around waiting on the sun to go down, I came up with an idea......several of my favorite ladies of the range lead such busy busy lives that I decided, why not try to get the most out of their time and plan recipes for them by the week along with a shopping list for the mercantile! I have always swore a good gravy would cure flat feet and a broken heart...so here ya' go....hope you enjoy the grub, and I will keep them coming if you enjoy them!
Okay gang here are a couple of more ideas for next week: I think it is gonna be a "beef" week in honor of the WRCA Finals.
Monday Funday: Crockpot steak and potatoes, steamed carrots and salad
Tuesday Good News Day: Hamburger Stroganoff, peas or corn, and salad
Wednesday Good Friends Day: Homemade Pizza and salad
Thursday Good Words Day: Open Faced Steak Sandwiches and Pasta Salad
Friday Good Bye Day: You know the routine, make him take ya' to dinner
Grocery List:2 lb. roundsteak
2 lb. hamburger meat
2 cans cream of mushroom soup
1 can sliced mushrooms or 1 cup fresh sliced mushrooms
4 large potatoes, I am partial to new potatoes but anykind work and leave the skins on
1 lb bag baby carrots
Salad
1 bag no yolks egg noodles
1 bag veggie spirals
1 bottle cheap italian dressing
1 small can sliced olives
milk
1 large carton sour cream
1 can tomato paste1 can tomato sauce
2 cans biscuits (the cheap ones work best)
1 bag mozzeralla shredded cheese
1 block or sliced for sandwich pepperjack cheese
Any other things you put on your pizza
Garlic salt or powder, oregano, salt and pepper
Package of hoagie rolls
A1 or Heinz 57 Sauce1
can grated parmesan pizza cheese
Frozen Peas or Corn
Sunday: Brown your hamburger meat and 1/2 diced onion. Place part of the meat in a baggie for pizza later in the week. Set other half aside, boil egg yolk noodles according to package, drain. Combine noodles and meat in pan put on low heat, add 1 can cream of mushroom soup and 1/2 mushrooms (optional) and 1 cup milk and 1 cup sourcream. Cook on low for 5-10 minutes. Store in refigerator after cooled.
Sunday: Chop up roundsteak into 1X1" cubes or so, place in crockpot add potatoes and 1/2 onion, 1 can cream of mushroom soup, 1 cup milk and 1/2 cup sour cream, salt and pepper to taste. Store in refigerator, cook Monday morning in crock pot on low all day and serve (remove 1/2 of the meat and store in refigerator for Thursday) with steamed carrots (place carrots and 1/4. cup water in covered microwave safe container) cook until tender 7-10 minutes.
Sunday: Boil veggie noodles according to package, drain, add 1 c. italian dressing and drain sliced olives and stir. Store in airtight container for Thursday.
Sunday: chop any veggies you will serve on your pizza and place in with browned hamburger, store. Open tomato paste and sauce, mix and add 1 tbsp. oregano and 2 tsp. garlic. Store in airtight container.
On Tuesday night spread out the biscuits thin on a cookie sheet, bake at 350 for 7 minutes, spread sauce add toppings and cheese, saran wrap and store in refigerator until Wednesday. Wednesday night bake at 350 until cheese is all warm and bubbly, serve with salad and an iced cold root beer!
Thursday: Slice hoagie rolls long ways, layer with steak, mushrooms (optional) and sliced pepperjack put under broiler until cheese is melted. Add 2 Tbsp grated parmesan cheese to pasta salad and serve!
Dessert: Ice Cream Sandwiches: Make chocolate chip cookies, all the same size, bake (ummm the premade ready to bake ones guarantee them to be the same size...and they are easy yet get that cookie smell throughout the house, and the cowboy will never know the difference), let cool and place lowfat frozen vanilla yogurt inbetween 2 cookies.
Ridin' off in the sunset:
C.C.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Riding for the Brand, Even if it isn't yours......
Ever wonder when you wake up in the morning, exactly who is providing that good ole' bone building sunshine. Oh we could go into the whole science vs. God thing on it, but this isn't a debate, so I will just go with the latter.
Back earlier this year a friend of the "family", now when I say family, please realize I mean the "cowboy family" had a mighty close call and if it hadn't been for the fancy cellular device hung right there with his saddle bag, well he might be in a different place right now. I don't believe going into the specifics is necessary, it was bad, real bad. And thanks to who I like to call God, a good horse named Pump Jack and that cellular telephone, our Cowboy is still with us today. One leg short of a pair, or at least a human pair, but you never even notice because you can't get past that smile he wears all the time and that soft Oklahoma twang of a voice.
This all happened in early winter of 09. Word spread and action was taken. With Cowboy's permsission a group of friends from the tri-state area spread the word and well a benefit was set into place for September. Now being that Cowboy is an extemely humble person permission was asked first, and to be quite honest, well we are going back to the God thing, because without God, one he wouldn't still be alive and two what took place on a beautiful fall afternoon wouldn't have happened either.
So this family, yes it is a family, a family of ranchers, cowboys, cowgirls and artists all got involved. A ranch rodeo was going to take place, with a little ole' concession, maybe a barbecue dinner and some artist showing off their stuff......yeah well little doesn't describe any of what happened!!!
Picture this: The Osage of Oklahoma (if you haven't ever been there, you need to go!), 21 ranches rolled out to support Cowboy, sponsors ponied up and backed the sell-out barbecue to 250, artist from Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas donated items that raised a lotta' buckeyes, I mean alot! Spectators filled those grand stands with a full belly and ready for some old-fashioned ridin' and ropin' as the sun went down in the Osage. Little cowpokes were running everywhere, roping dummies and having a good ole' time, vendors came and donated beautiful pieces of art, ranging from bracelets, to hobbles, to buckles, to handmade boots to horses. Yes folks one of our own donated a horse! The festivities went late into the night and for some into the wee hours of the morning. Being fortunate enough to be part of this "family" I would just have to stop and look around every once in a while and say "wow", I mean that was the only word for it, "wow".
How fortunate are we? It wasn't just about the change collected at the benefit for Cowboy, it was knowing that there is "family" out there always. It is a shame because some don't understand the "cowboy" way, or unfortunately they get all tangled up with a citified so-called "cowboy" and don't ever get to experience a real cowboy family, but on that beautiful day there was one thing for sure, the "family" seperated the boys from the men and rode for the brand, Cowboy's brand....so to the big guy in the sky until we meet again, I think I will stick with the cowboy family way of life and keep traveling' down happy trails!
Back earlier this year a friend of the "family", now when I say family, please realize I mean the "cowboy family" had a mighty close call and if it hadn't been for the fancy cellular device hung right there with his saddle bag, well he might be in a different place right now. I don't believe going into the specifics is necessary, it was bad, real bad. And thanks to who I like to call God, a good horse named Pump Jack and that cellular telephone, our Cowboy is still with us today. One leg short of a pair, or at least a human pair, but you never even notice because you can't get past that smile he wears all the time and that soft Oklahoma twang of a voice.
This all happened in early winter of 09. Word spread and action was taken. With Cowboy's permsission a group of friends from the tri-state area spread the word and well a benefit was set into place for September. Now being that Cowboy is an extemely humble person permission was asked first, and to be quite honest, well we are going back to the God thing, because without God, one he wouldn't still be alive and two what took place on a beautiful fall afternoon wouldn't have happened either.
So this family, yes it is a family, a family of ranchers, cowboys, cowgirls and artists all got involved. A ranch rodeo was going to take place, with a little ole' concession, maybe a barbecue dinner and some artist showing off their stuff......yeah well little doesn't describe any of what happened!!!
Picture this: The Osage of Oklahoma (if you haven't ever been there, you need to go!), 21 ranches rolled out to support Cowboy, sponsors ponied up and backed the sell-out barbecue to 250, artist from Oklahoma, Texas and Kansas donated items that raised a lotta' buckeyes, I mean alot! Spectators filled those grand stands with a full belly and ready for some old-fashioned ridin' and ropin' as the sun went down in the Osage. Little cowpokes were running everywhere, roping dummies and having a good ole' time, vendors came and donated beautiful pieces of art, ranging from bracelets, to hobbles, to buckles, to handmade boots to horses. Yes folks one of our own donated a horse! The festivities went late into the night and for some into the wee hours of the morning. Being fortunate enough to be part of this "family" I would just have to stop and look around every once in a while and say "wow", I mean that was the only word for it, "wow".
How fortunate are we? It wasn't just about the change collected at the benefit for Cowboy, it was knowing that there is "family" out there always. It is a shame because some don't understand the "cowboy" way, or unfortunately they get all tangled up with a citified so-called "cowboy" and don't ever get to experience a real cowboy family, but on that beautiful day there was one thing for sure, the "family" seperated the boys from the men and rode for the brand, Cowboy's brand....so to the big guy in the sky until we meet again, I think I will stick with the cowboy family way of life and keep traveling' down happy trails!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Oasis at the end of the trail......
Y'all ever feel a ranchhand on a cattledrive, like that dusty trail is going on forever and ever....I have discovered that a girl needs some downtime. Now I don't mean downtime sitting on the couch folding laundry or starchin' up britches, it also doesn't mean working in your yard or cleaning your house......it means doing something just for you, something totally relaxing and enjoyable. Soooo that is just exactly what I did on a random Tuesday afternoon this week.
Now let me tell ya' I have been to some of the best spas in this great nation. Mud baths in Napa, massages in Vegas, pedicures in Louisiana and facials in the great state of Texas....but as y'all know, well they can be a little pricey. I was looking for something a bit relaxing with no regret, so I started going through my pantry. Now as I have mentioned before I cook, I don't mean that packaged chemically tasting stuff, I mean downhome cooked meals, so fortunate for me the pantry is usually stocked. With that being said, you should also know I measure weight loss in sticks of butter, rather than pounds. Doesn't I lost 20 sticks of butter sound so much better than 5 pounds. Alright, sidetracked again, back to the pantry.
Also you should know my best gal pals call me the potion queen......so I just mixed up a few potions and had two quiet hours of bliss. So amazing that I feel the need to share it with you. The items are simple and inexpensive, and even if Betty Crocker isn't your hero, you most likely have them in your pantry.
First of all ladies, clear everyone out of the house. If that means you have to take a half day of work off bc. the kids are in school and your hubby is out on the range, well then do it. It will be appreciated by all.
Second, go to your pantry and check for the following items, liquid oil (vegetable, canola, olive...doesn't really matter, but NO you can not melt Crisco and use it), brown or white sugar (I prefer a mixture of both, and don't go skinny on this ,sugar substitute won't work either, you are using on your body not in it, so go full flavor!!!), vanilla, any piece of citrus fruit that might be in your refigerator or if you have that immitation stuff heck pull it out too! One egg. Yes, one egg.
Third, go through the rest of your home and find the following, a candle, big fluffy towel and washrag (or whatever is clean...), some good smelling shampoo and conditioner, a sharp razor, and last but not least a magazine. Now not just any ole magazine, a smut magazine, or a gossip one, nothing self-help or about finances, remember this is a spa day!!!!
Alrighty now that you have gathered all your stuff up. There is a little prep work, but trust me well worth it.
In a bowl, butter, cottage cheese or whatever kind you please mix the following: 1 cup oil, 1 cup sugar and the juice of the citrus fruit or 1 tbsp. of the imitation stuff (if you don't have either, don't worry about it) and a splash of vanilla. Go set that on the edge of your tub.
Next, take your candle and light it by the tub. Grab your fluffy dryin' off goods and your smut, place them by the tub. And get that hair pulled up in a pony right on top of your head.
Now comes the good part, turn that water temperature on just to your likin' and get the trough filled up, as it is filling pour in 2 tbsp. Vanilla. Let er' run.
Get in front of the lookin' glass with the egg, a bowl and a fork and an old blush brush if ya' have one. Or go into your little ones' art supplies and borrow a paint brush. Crack the egg, keep the white and flush the yolk. Mix the white up, then paint it on your face (make sure you have taken your warpaint of first!) and neck in an upward motion.
By now, I think you are gettin' the drift, take off those skivvies (if you haven't already) and ease yourself into the tub. Set back relax and read your magazine. Remember that muddy looking grub you made, after soaking for a few, take it out by the handfull and slather it on, getting that ole snake skin all prettied up. Use it from neck to the end of your toes! Then relax.
Your pretty little face is probably feeling a bit tight right now, and I sure hope you followed that upward motion, if not you are probably starting to look like a sad sad clown. Leave er' on for about 10 minutes then rinse with clean water. So you are all soft and scrubbed now, and I do hope you been a readin' and relaxing all the while.
Now the next part I stole from my little Wrangler. Each morning she loves to lie in the tub and let her fan out in the water. So do it ladies, it is as liberating as all get out. Just lie there, and do nothing. Now you know the rest, suds up the hair, and as mama always said rinse with clean water til' it runs clear. But don't you dare stand up to do this, flip over on your back under the faucet and fell that water straight out of the tap, AMAZING. Apply your conditioner, yank that hair back into a pony on top of the head and relax again.....
How ever long it takes, stay and relax ladies, because unfortunately in this racehorse world we live in, and we all believe we are thoroughbreds, take a quarter horse moment and graze......
At the end of my own spa day, I like to stand up and rinse off, and rinse out the conditioning cream from my mane as well as shave my legs standing, but that is your choice....
Don't forget to slather on the lotion when you are finished, and maybe paint those toes a candy apple red!!!
Well better get back in the saddle!!!
Now let me tell ya' I have been to some of the best spas in this great nation. Mud baths in Napa, massages in Vegas, pedicures in Louisiana and facials in the great state of Texas....but as y'all know, well they can be a little pricey. I was looking for something a bit relaxing with no regret, so I started going through my pantry. Now as I have mentioned before I cook, I don't mean that packaged chemically tasting stuff, I mean downhome cooked meals, so fortunate for me the pantry is usually stocked. With that being said, you should also know I measure weight loss in sticks of butter, rather than pounds. Doesn't I lost 20 sticks of butter sound so much better than 5 pounds. Alright, sidetracked again, back to the pantry.
Also you should know my best gal pals call me the potion queen......so I just mixed up a few potions and had two quiet hours of bliss. So amazing that I feel the need to share it with you. The items are simple and inexpensive, and even if Betty Crocker isn't your hero, you most likely have them in your pantry.
First of all ladies, clear everyone out of the house. If that means you have to take a half day of work off bc. the kids are in school and your hubby is out on the range, well then do it. It will be appreciated by all.
Second, go to your pantry and check for the following items, liquid oil (vegetable, canola, olive...doesn't really matter, but NO you can not melt Crisco and use it), brown or white sugar (I prefer a mixture of both, and don't go skinny on this ,sugar substitute won't work either, you are using on your body not in it, so go full flavor!!!), vanilla, any piece of citrus fruit that might be in your refigerator or if you have that immitation stuff heck pull it out too! One egg. Yes, one egg.
Third, go through the rest of your home and find the following, a candle, big fluffy towel and washrag (or whatever is clean...), some good smelling shampoo and conditioner, a sharp razor, and last but not least a magazine. Now not just any ole magazine, a smut magazine, or a gossip one, nothing self-help or about finances, remember this is a spa day!!!!
Alrighty now that you have gathered all your stuff up. There is a little prep work, but trust me well worth it.
In a bowl, butter, cottage cheese or whatever kind you please mix the following: 1 cup oil, 1 cup sugar and the juice of the citrus fruit or 1 tbsp. of the imitation stuff (if you don't have either, don't worry about it) and a splash of vanilla. Go set that on the edge of your tub.
Next, take your candle and light it by the tub. Grab your fluffy dryin' off goods and your smut, place them by the tub. And get that hair pulled up in a pony right on top of your head.
Now comes the good part, turn that water temperature on just to your likin' and get the trough filled up, as it is filling pour in 2 tbsp. Vanilla. Let er' run.
Get in front of the lookin' glass with the egg, a bowl and a fork and an old blush brush if ya' have one. Or go into your little ones' art supplies and borrow a paint brush. Crack the egg, keep the white and flush the yolk. Mix the white up, then paint it on your face (make sure you have taken your warpaint of first!) and neck in an upward motion.
By now, I think you are gettin' the drift, take off those skivvies (if you haven't already) and ease yourself into the tub. Set back relax and read your magazine. Remember that muddy looking grub you made, after soaking for a few, take it out by the handfull and slather it on, getting that ole snake skin all prettied up. Use it from neck to the end of your toes! Then relax.
Your pretty little face is probably feeling a bit tight right now, and I sure hope you followed that upward motion, if not you are probably starting to look like a sad sad clown. Leave er' on for about 10 minutes then rinse with clean water. So you are all soft and scrubbed now, and I do hope you been a readin' and relaxing all the while.
Now the next part I stole from my little Wrangler. Each morning she loves to lie in the tub and let her fan out in the water. So do it ladies, it is as liberating as all get out. Just lie there, and do nothing. Now you know the rest, suds up the hair, and as mama always said rinse with clean water til' it runs clear. But don't you dare stand up to do this, flip over on your back under the faucet and fell that water straight out of the tap, AMAZING. Apply your conditioner, yank that hair back into a pony on top of the head and relax again.....
How ever long it takes, stay and relax ladies, because unfortunately in this racehorse world we live in, and we all believe we are thoroughbreds, take a quarter horse moment and graze......
At the end of my own spa day, I like to stand up and rinse off, and rinse out the conditioning cream from my mane as well as shave my legs standing, but that is your choice....
Don't forget to slather on the lotion when you are finished, and maybe paint those toes a candy apple red!!!
Well better get back in the saddle!!!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Front Porch Steps need a paintin' or do they.....
As ya'll know from previous blogs, I ummmm lets call it re-located last May. Same city, new house with fewer people.....well I just happen to have run across a 1920's Bungalow on a brick street. Perfect size, perfect color and absolutely the most perfect front porch ever!
Now I am sure you are wondering just exactly why I am raving about this front porch. First of all when I bought the bungalow, the porch had just been painted a fresh coat of white. Not a scratch on any of the 2 by's could be found. It is large enough to hold those southern style potted ferns, a porch swing on the south side and enough room for friends to gather on the north side. I was so proud of my little shiny penny that anytime it got a nick in the paint, I was a freakin' on the inside anyway.
After months of rain, snow, sunshine, you name it the steps on my porch began to look a little worn. Now the old owners being gracious as they were, left me some paint in the basement. So I began to think, I will just whip out that paint and get this to lookin' new and squeaky where you can't tell that anyone has ever stepped foot on it....and then something very heart warming came to mind.
These porch steps are worn for many reasons, one is the seasons, which means I have had the opportunity with my two healthy eyes to see, rain, snow, sleet and hail. It also means I have lived another year and yep I pinched myself and it is true, I am still a kickin'.
Those worn steps mean that many many friends and family have been to my home, and used those two steps to come and see me. Maybe for a cook out, maybe for some shared babysitting, a cup of coffee, a good laugh or to lend out a shoulder to cry on. So needless to say, someday those steps will get painted, just for weathering sake, but I no longer see them as something worn down, I see them as a path that love and friendship travels on.
So, the next time you see something around your homestead gettting a little "weathered" or "tired" take a minute, maybe on your porch, to think why it is in this condition. Just like humans things become battered and used up and aged a little, but as long as we keep those steps open, there will always be someone there to repair us, just a little!
Unsaddling for Now,
C.C.
Now I am sure you are wondering just exactly why I am raving about this front porch. First of all when I bought the bungalow, the porch had just been painted a fresh coat of white. Not a scratch on any of the 2 by's could be found. It is large enough to hold those southern style potted ferns, a porch swing on the south side and enough room for friends to gather on the north side. I was so proud of my little shiny penny that anytime it got a nick in the paint, I was a freakin' on the inside anyway.
After months of rain, snow, sunshine, you name it the steps on my porch began to look a little worn. Now the old owners being gracious as they were, left me some paint in the basement. So I began to think, I will just whip out that paint and get this to lookin' new and squeaky where you can't tell that anyone has ever stepped foot on it....and then something very heart warming came to mind.
These porch steps are worn for many reasons, one is the seasons, which means I have had the opportunity with my two healthy eyes to see, rain, snow, sleet and hail. It also means I have lived another year and yep I pinched myself and it is true, I am still a kickin'.
Those worn steps mean that many many friends and family have been to my home, and used those two steps to come and see me. Maybe for a cook out, maybe for some shared babysitting, a cup of coffee, a good laugh or to lend out a shoulder to cry on. So needless to say, someday those steps will get painted, just for weathering sake, but I no longer see them as something worn down, I see them as a path that love and friendship travels on.
So, the next time you see something around your homestead gettting a little "weathered" or "tired" take a minute, maybe on your porch, to think why it is in this condition. Just like humans things become battered and used up and aged a little, but as long as we keep those steps open, there will always be someone there to repair us, just a little!
Unsaddling for Now,
C.C.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Buzzards and Horses
You know I like to think of myself as a fairly decent driver. I have been behind the wheel since about age 6. I grew up learning to drive an old Ford my Daddy had bought from his brother and the big treat was getting to drive to the dump! Yes folks I said the dump. Obviously a very good memory, because for some silly reason or another I can't seem to recall what the first dance song at my wedding was....but I can recall taking a whirl on the floor with my Daddy to none the less "Daddy Let Me Drive".
Anyway, I have warned you, I get off track a bit, so lately I have been doing quite a bit of driving on the ole' local highways in my tank of a vehicle. Which by the way, thank goodness it sports what I like to call "The Bad Boy" bumper, some may call it a brush guard, grill guard, and one of my life long friends likes to call it a cow bumper but that is a whole different story.
So cruising along, at the speedlimit of course, headin' to the ranch for a long weekend, I take out a buzzard. Seriously who takes out a buzzard. Heck I didn't know they need at least 10 feet to actually get off the ground. Yes if you put a buzzard in an 8X8 topless (not you, the box) it can not get out because it needs take off room. Soooo I am cruising along, chatting with Peedles, convincing her that it is way more fun to look for cows, horses and water than it is to watch movies in the car, when after glancing back at the road, WHACK! I took out the buzzard.
So thinking the buzzard thing is pretty strange, I think I am going to start watching for things on the road, so last night, there is this stretch of Northbound highway I like to take a little chill out drive on. I go a few miles north, flip it, and head back south towards home. So I have had a long day and need the drive, have the music a goin' the windows down when I notice wayyyyyy to late there is a HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LANE! Now ya' have to understand, it is nighttime, I don't want to swerve, so I take out the horse. Not just any horse, a blue plastic rocking horse with large yellow handles sticking out of the ears. Just large enough to get wedged uner the "Bad Boy"....and it drags. So out in the sticks, in the dark I am under, yes folks under my car dragging out the injured horse. So the relaxing drive, turned into small bits of gravel in the knees and a few words I would rather not share right now.......and no ya'll the horse didn't make it.
I am off for now, saddle up and have a good one, and remember keep your eye on the road, literally!
C.C.
Anyway, I have warned you, I get off track a bit, so lately I have been doing quite a bit of driving on the ole' local highways in my tank of a vehicle. Which by the way, thank goodness it sports what I like to call "The Bad Boy" bumper, some may call it a brush guard, grill guard, and one of my life long friends likes to call it a cow bumper but that is a whole different story.
So cruising along, at the speedlimit of course, headin' to the ranch for a long weekend, I take out a buzzard. Seriously who takes out a buzzard. Heck I didn't know they need at least 10 feet to actually get off the ground. Yes if you put a buzzard in an 8X8 topless (not you, the box) it can not get out because it needs take off room. Soooo I am cruising along, chatting with Peedles, convincing her that it is way more fun to look for cows, horses and water than it is to watch movies in the car, when after glancing back at the road, WHACK! I took out the buzzard.
So thinking the buzzard thing is pretty strange, I think I am going to start watching for things on the road, so last night, there is this stretch of Northbound highway I like to take a little chill out drive on. I go a few miles north, flip it, and head back south towards home. So I have had a long day and need the drive, have the music a goin' the windows down when I notice wayyyyyy to late there is a HORSE IN THE MIDDLE OF MY LANE! Now ya' have to understand, it is nighttime, I don't want to swerve, so I take out the horse. Not just any horse, a blue plastic rocking horse with large yellow handles sticking out of the ears. Just large enough to get wedged uner the "Bad Boy"....and it drags. So out in the sticks, in the dark I am under, yes folks under my car dragging out the injured horse. So the relaxing drive, turned into small bits of gravel in the knees and a few words I would rather not share right now.......and no ya'll the horse didn't make it.
I am off for now, saddle up and have a good one, and remember keep your eye on the road, literally!
C.C.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Back in the Saddle again....
Ever feel like you are out there, on the range, all alone. Well guess what darlin' you aren't!
As I reached the ripe ole' age of 30 I got to thinking that I needed to find me a man of the marrying kind. You know the kind with a job, a vehicle (that runs...), has some manners, and maybe decent in-laws. I know I know the in-laws thing was pushing it. Yep I was gonna find me one of those fellows, come you know what or high water. Being that the word had been set out there, well my friends, my married friends that is, were all on a mission. My single friends were still out there drinking Cosmos, playing coy and dang sure not sharing the phone numbers they collected at happy hour.
So anyway back to the story, so you know when you aren't married, you wanna' be, and well sometimes when you are taken, you'd rather be alone.....well at that time, I wasn't and I wanted to be, all married up that is, so I turned to my friends, my family and anyone who would listen onto this grand idea of mine called "Find me Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now..." and I will be danged if I didn't go in hook, line and sinker. But with hindsite, not sinker, just hook and line.
Now that he and I are no longer a we, yep that is right, I am a statistic, I realize that a big fancy wedding, moving from state to godforesaken state and not really knowing each other is not going to end well. We probably did everything wrong (NOT IMMORAL) that a couple could do, which over time I will share with you, now that I see a slight bit of humor in it.....but we did one thing right and that is my little Peedles, yep my mini-me 2 year old who I do believe hung the moon. Okay so she didn't actually climb a ladder and put Mr. Moon up there, but she did win the Miss West Texas Baby Pagent at 6 mo. old, so to me that is the same thing. Anyway I tend to get off track, but there are some things you will learn about me, so I might as well get them out in the open so we can start this great friendship.
1. I am a Texas Native, you can take me out of Texas, you can't take Texas out of me EVER.
2. I am proud, yep of my friends, family and life in general, don't like it, then don't read it.
3. Black and White, not like a zebra, but there is no hem hawing around in my world.
4. I love love love to cook, and I am going to share with you some of my lip smacking recipes.
5. I believe in three things, God, Babies and Texas. Did I mention Texas....
6. The higher the hair the closer to heaven.
Well, I am going to sign off for now, but I hope this is the beginning of a great partnership.
C.C.
As I reached the ripe ole' age of 30 I got to thinking that I needed to find me a man of the marrying kind. You know the kind with a job, a vehicle (that runs...), has some manners, and maybe decent in-laws. I know I know the in-laws thing was pushing it. Yep I was gonna find me one of those fellows, come you know what or high water. Being that the word had been set out there, well my friends, my married friends that is, were all on a mission. My single friends were still out there drinking Cosmos, playing coy and dang sure not sharing the phone numbers they collected at happy hour.
So anyway back to the story, so you know when you aren't married, you wanna' be, and well sometimes when you are taken, you'd rather be alone.....well at that time, I wasn't and I wanted to be, all married up that is, so I turned to my friends, my family and anyone who would listen onto this grand idea of mine called "Find me Mr. Right, not Mr. Right Now..." and I will be danged if I didn't go in hook, line and sinker. But with hindsite, not sinker, just hook and line.
Now that he and I are no longer a we, yep that is right, I am a statistic, I realize that a big fancy wedding, moving from state to godforesaken state and not really knowing each other is not going to end well. We probably did everything wrong (NOT IMMORAL) that a couple could do, which over time I will share with you, now that I see a slight bit of humor in it.....but we did one thing right and that is my little Peedles, yep my mini-me 2 year old who I do believe hung the moon. Okay so she didn't actually climb a ladder and put Mr. Moon up there, but she did win the Miss West Texas Baby Pagent at 6 mo. old, so to me that is the same thing. Anyway I tend to get off track, but there are some things you will learn about me, so I might as well get them out in the open so we can start this great friendship.
1. I am a Texas Native, you can take me out of Texas, you can't take Texas out of me EVER.
2. I am proud, yep of my friends, family and life in general, don't like it, then don't read it.
3. Black and White, not like a zebra, but there is no hem hawing around in my world.
4. I love love love to cook, and I am going to share with you some of my lip smacking recipes.
5. I believe in three things, God, Babies and Texas. Did I mention Texas....
6. The higher the hair the closer to heaven.
Well, I am going to sign off for now, but I hope this is the beginning of a great partnership.
C.C.
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