Nope. I just live in Arco without internet, reliable phone service, and some other things. No big deal. I am working hard, physically hard. It's summer, so I am not currently teaching. I'm just taking care of the homestead. I go to bed every night with some new ache - it's great! My hands are cracked and bleeding, I am getting more brave at tackling anything cow related, including the actual animal, I am discovering I can actually cook something, learning about SHOUT for Nick's jeans and manure, I am learning about taking care of and keeping up a lawn with massive flower beds, and I am roping the buford while sitting on a horse. I even ran the horse out of the box, while chasing the cow. I will include pictures just in case you don't have a clue what I am talking about.
I am doing some more of something that I haven't been the best at - reading. I get up and work hard to get all my chores finished. Then, sometimes I sneak away to my blue chair and sit and read for a few or several minutes. I think a good book is like a dear friend. I miss my dear friends, so reading has been a tender mercy.
I am the primary pianist in my ward and just get to sit there and take in all that primary has to offer. I occasionally place myself next to a rambunctious child. They love it.
I bought a new pair of sandals. The cows don't care, but I felt special wearing them.
Rebecca Z took great pictures of the wedding and just told me to figure out which ones I want. I get online rarely, so, I haven't been the best post-bride. I will get on that.
So folks, that's my story.
the buford
the box - the chute is the blue part where the cow comes out. that's what I do, run the chute. yes babe, you can be proud of my cowgirl lingo.
I am doing some more of something that I haven't been the best at - reading. I get up and work hard to get all my chores finished. Then, sometimes I sneak away to my blue chair and sit and read for a few or several minutes. I think a good book is like a dear friend. I miss my dear friends, so reading has been a tender mercy.
I am the primary pianist in my ward and just get to sit there and take in all that primary has to offer. I occasionally place myself next to a rambunctious child. They love it.
I bought a new pair of sandals. The cows don't care, but I felt special wearing them.
I enjoy being married. My cowboy is kind, patient, and cowboyish, and I sure do love him. He roped well tonight, and I ran the chute well. We're a good team.
Rebecca Z took great pictures of the wedding and just told me to figure out which ones I want. I get online rarely, so, I haven't been the best post-bride. I will get on that.
So folks, that's my story.
Glad to know you're still alive and kickin'. Tell me, is the cowgirl life worth holding out for? :)
ReplyDeleteI love when you blog! I dream of coming and visiting you...just so you know. I also like to make my dreams come true. All in good time :)
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