tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26471847243486722462024-03-05T13:42:39.690-07:00Stitches and SpursMusings from the Big Dry Creek of Montana, of my cowboy, ranching in general, growing grandchildren, and the fun of touching fabulous fabrics.Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-40331564770034966332014-03-05T19:50:00.001-07:002014-03-05T19:50:48.659-07:00WORDLESS WEDNESDAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-45699417679891046682014-03-01T10:26:00.000-07:002014-03-01T10:26:44.374-07:00Dutton Food, Family & FunWe invited Dave & Nancy to come for supper while Bert was here visiting. Mary said the only day she could bring the kids to visit would be Saturday and Cowboy and I said, "Perfect!" I asked Nancy to please bring her keyboard to play some tunes! We listened and sang to oldies, hymns, and country. It was a blast, maybe a blast from the past too!!<br />
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Cowboy is the master chef! His barbecued steaks are the best! Yum!!<br />
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Seasoning...<br />
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The majority likes medium rare...perfect! </div>
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Grammy's helper! We are making bread pudding as Aunt Bert had never had it before. Bert made a bourbon vanilla sauce for the pudding. Everyone said it was the best sauce! We didn't have any cream or half-and-half to make a caramel sauce, hence the vanilla/bourbon sauce! We country folks make do. ha!</div>
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Angus is a builder...<br />
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And he built a town and he is driving the cars around and getting them parked...<br />
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He has such a wonderful imagination! Grandkids are the best!!<br />
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Have to take a couple of pictures before we eat you know! Dave & Nancy, Cowboy & Cowboy's Sweetheart, The Farmer's Wife, and Grandma.<br />
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Mary and the kids and Grandma Margaret</div>
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Nancy and Maggie making music...</div>
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Nancy is very accomplished! Her playing tugs at heart strings and brings tears as it is beautiful!<br />
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How does one keep from singing! Mary can harmonize which was fun!<br />
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After dinner music, in our own home no less!<br />
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Mary helped Rosie O'Grady (Aunt Bert) update her blog. Mary also helped me update mine, so she was a pretty busy girl running back and forth helping us! We need the younger ones to help us navigate this technology.</div>
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<br />Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-91591639254242861002014-02-25T15:51:00.000-07:002014-02-25T15:51:01.313-07:00POPCORN CRUNCH!<div align="center">
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I love to try new recipes and am always buying cookbooks or cutting out recipes. I found this recipe in a paper and saved it for Christmas. Following are the pictures of Cari and my joint effort making this yummy snack. We took the first batch to church at Sand Springs and came home with an empty pan. We made another batch and will share with everyone coming on Christmas day.</div>
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Simple ingredients: Sugar, butter, nuts, popcorn, Karo syrup, and vanilla!</div>
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We bought a new air popper after I broke our popcorn maker. I dropped the lid out of the cupboard. Drat! But we really like the popcorn and it is fast!</div>
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To the popcorn we are adding mixed nuts! They were good, we sampled them!</div>
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Everything is better with butter! Do I hear an AMEN!?</div>
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Melt the butter on medium heat and pour in the Karo syrup, stir, then add...<br />
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the sugar, yum, yum!<br />
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Get out the trusty candy thermometer and cook until 242 degrees--firm-ball stage, not hard.<br />
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Remove from heat and stir in the vanilla.<br />
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Pour over the popcorn and nuts.<br />
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Keep pouring!<br />
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And stir and stir and stir... whew!<br />
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The more you stir the better as the caramel goo gets on all of it!<br />
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Spread on a large, greased cookie sheet.<br />
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If you can wait to let it cool, then break into chunks! At our house we seem to eat the edges away before it is completely cool. It is sooo good! </div>
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Butter a large cookie sheet and mix the popcorn and nuts together. Combine sugar, butter, and corn syrup in a saucepan. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly for 10 to 15 minutes until the mixture turns a light caramel color. Cook to about 242 degrees or firm-ball stage, not hard. Remove from heat and stir in vanilla. Pour over popcorn and nuts. Mix to coat well and spread to cool and dry. Break apart and store in a tightly-covered container. </div>
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Thanks to help from the favorite daughter I was able to get this blog finally done and posted! We did make this caramel corn again and again for special occasions! It is lighter that some caramel corn recipes and we really like it.</div>
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Thanks to my kitchen helper, Cari, another favorite daughter! </div>
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Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-1857870655804961772012-06-26T20:44:00.002-06:002012-06-26T21:06:11.449-06:00Tristin Memories or Granddad MemoriesA new box of Granddad's treasures was given to by Bonnie. I was dusting it off and sorting the old cameras and found this box.<br />
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And there is a very special not tucked inside the pen box... I will post it, but it didn't scan like I wanted it to.<br />
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Use your imagination and stand on your head and this is what it says:<br />
"To Grandad from Tristin. This thing will help you remember me. Put it in your pocket."<br />
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Naturally I cried. Of course Granddad CHERISHED it and kept it where he could read the note whenever he wanted!!<br />
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I am guessing, but think this may be the age when Tristin might have sent this package. This is her school picture from 1999 and she was in the third grade and is 8 years old. Where has the time gone?<br />
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Here is our cowgirl! We are ready for her to come to ride again!!!<br />
I am looking for one more picture. We will see if I can find it. No luck!! Another day!!<br />
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<br />Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-58484078153003955662012-04-08T20:38:00.002-06:002012-04-08T20:38:52.784-06:00Easter Blondie!Dyed Easter eggs have always been part of our Easter celebration since I have been a child. I did it with my kids and still love doing it. I like vibrant colors and it is fun to do with eggs. I love jewel- toned fabric so it stands to reason I like colored eggs! Even after Cowboy and I married I would dye eggs even if no one was coming for the weekend to visit! <br />
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This year I was out of Easter egg dye and the fun packets that come in the package of dye. So while we were in Miles City not long ago I bought some dye as I knew ONE of the favorites would be here for Easter. AND I didn't know if one of the other favorites might not show up too!!!<br />
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Friday night after Cari arrived I suggested that we dye eggs. I got the package and lo and behold...<br />
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No dye in THAT package! Sometimes I just shake my head and wonder! Ha! But you see my point, there is the Bunny and look at those beautiful eggs in the border! What was I to think!!?!</div>
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The next best thing was to make homemade dye with boiling water, vinegar, and food coloring. We got BEAUTIFUL eggs! I had boiled about a dozen for boiling and about a dozen for making deviled eggs for church. Deviled eggs in church, it makes me want to go hmmmm?! But, I came home with an empty container!!</div>
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Aren't they pretty? We tried to do a swirl one with olive oil, (it is the shiny one and it doesn't looked swirled!) but only did one... At this age I am not into glitter unless of course I had a grandy ask for it!</div>
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oh yes, many years ago there was a cartoon in the paper that started with "Love Is..." and it would always be something so cute and very appropriate. I don't even know who the illustrator was.<br />
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Anyway, the other night we were listening to music on Pandora and we decided to dance, in the kitchen. LOVE is dancing with my bewhiskered husband with my hair sticking every which way and we enjoying ourselves. I just fell in love with him even more. We both love to dance and I have been having sciatica and wondered if I could dance again.<br />
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Sorry, no pictures as we were the only ones here and even though the dog is part of the family, she hasn't mastered that yet!<br />
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What is your "Love is..." for the day?Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-4759831925711249062012-02-16T20:24:00.000-07:002012-02-16T20:24:09.627-07:00Days of Yore and Today"And it is what it was..."<br />
That is the beginning of an Irish tale, I have read, so this is your wee Irish story.<br />
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Cowboy and I took a road trip today to go and see the new oil activity on the "old" Dutton place and just look around as he has been saying that he wanted to take me to the original homestead. Cowboy cannot remember the last time he was over in that area. It is pretty and rugged and it is just open country all around. We looked at the Rattle Snake drainage and we looked at the Sage Hen drainage. He told about some of the old timers that lived "here" and "there" but we didn't stop to take pictures, but the buildings have melted into the ground over time.<br />
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There are stories to be told about the old homestead, but it won't be today...Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-36306588533065015272012-02-11T20:31:00.000-07:002012-02-11T20:31:41.871-07:00Sock It to You!I haven't been completely idle with my time! I learned a new way to knit socks with a friend from Washington. We went to Miles City to a former classmate of mine and she taught us the method of kitting "toe up" socks! So much easier than 4-5 needles!! I am here to tell you I don't feel all thumbs and I have been knitting a LONG time!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> So in the mean time I started the variegated pink and purple pair for Jentry. I got Jentry's done after Thanksgiving. I was trying for Thanksgiving as they were come here that day. We finally went to Miles City on Dec. 24 and tried them on Jentry. Her foot had grown 1/2 inch and she couldn't get them on, but thankfully they fit Javon. (I think they were a little big, but she will get a little use out of them). To continue the Kelli story, I called in January and asked if they ever tried the socks on Kelli. No, my son said, they are MIA. He felt bad and said if they found them maybe Heston could wear them. I said they were pink but HE probably wouldn't care since he is not even one yet. Besides he needs to be told "tough boys wear pink!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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The sticky mini buns would be perfect for a coffee date with the "girls." They would only be one good bite for the men. I will make them all again sometime, but I need a really good reason such as lots of people are coming!!!! They are hard on an expanding waistline but oh so delicious!!<br />
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Every once in awhile Cowboy or I will say, boy, wouldn't one of those buns taste good???Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-26667651827296174102012-02-05T18:17:00.000-07:002012-02-05T18:17:55.970-07:00Sharpshooters in the Making!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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We like our freedom and we want to protect the life as we have known it. We are talking about locking doors and battening down the hatches when we leave the ranch. We have been friendly and helpful to any and all that might need it. It is not unheard of to stop and ask if someone needs help (when Bill is along of course!). Gone are the days when I gave a hitch hiker a ride. It gives me the shudders to think about that now!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were wishing that The Farmer had been able to stay and target shoot with us. Cowboy thought that The Farmer could have given us pointers! I laughed when Cari took aim and her gun was waving just a little as she took aim. Well, my dear friends, she had the last laugh as I was a wobbling mess and they both stood waaaaay behind me! I aimed every time at that darned bull's eye and I would hit high or low and sometimes off the target altogether! When I was in one of the four quadrants I cheered! Cowboy did some shooting too. Cari and I tried two different pistols. Bill had brought a third but neither of us wanted to try it. I understand it takes practice. I have never liked guns but have lived with them my whole life. I was brought up being taught that EVERY gun is loaded and dangerous. Cowboy showed us how to check the gun EVERY time to see whether it is loaded, how to load it, how to unload it, and Cari got a lesson this morning in cleaning the gun. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know Rosie O'Grady drove with a gun in her car when she drove from Texas to Montana. I never thought it would get to this, I am a Grandma! After I get my concealed weapons permit, maybe I will change my name to Pistol Packin' Granny! No, I don't think so, I don't like the ring to that! I will be taking Hunter Safety with the young people this year. </div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2sibjaZRqj8hK_780kIGsAj5efIvQtcioCAko0wMZux8pJ4mwxR42J6hS5O7oKbsKPhXTLzXJKncr36s_4MUvFzCTlAl49gE8Wt1SY_oKRJnHqL7HuND1EJOYCR5mqHpTzj4-BQ2Wn0/s1600/DSCF0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG2sibjaZRqj8hK_780kIGsAj5efIvQtcioCAko0wMZux8pJ4mwxR42J6hS5O7oKbsKPhXTLzXJKncr36s_4MUvFzCTlAl49gE8Wt1SY_oKRJnHqL7HuND1EJOYCR5mqHpTzj4-BQ2Wn0/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The trick I learned was you mark the person's shots ahead of you and then you can see where YOUR shots go or don't go as the case may be. I shot left handed, I shot right handed, I shot with both hands on the gun, I shot with one hand on the gun and the other on my elbow, I tried aiming with the left eye (the stronger of the two) and I aimed with the right eye, I am right handed, so it was all interesting. But I do sweep left handed... does that count?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Tristin is 3 1/2 here with "Cookie" and one of her puppies. Is it any wonder that this girl loves dogs! I have loved dogs for a long, long time! Red boots... we always like to get our little cowgirls RED boots. Aren't they magic somehow? <br />
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Nothing earth shattering on my mind, I just wanted to share these fun pictures and I put them on face book, but that entity drives me nuts because I don't what I am doing. Do I know what I am doing here? Well, that could be debatable too!Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-63190803278732484582011-11-13T19:08:00.000-07:002011-11-13T19:08:12.304-07:00PansiesI have always loved pansies since I have been a young girl. I love their faces. I usually try to grow some and this year I got the best pot and the best place to put it. Pansies love cool weather and they do well early in the summer and into the fall. This year I did not empty the pot until last week. I couldn't bring myself to dump it. The pansies went through several frosts too. Anyway, I took a picture of my almost frozen pansies to say goodbye for the season!! <br />
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I will be waiting for the garden catalogs to look at all the pictures and dream, but alas, I don't plant that much as it is frustrating to just feed the deer besides being expensive. I am thinking I need to have a window garden, but I don't know how to start such a project. We would love to eat the fresh herbs. Although this year we ate the cilantro and it was delicious!! That is one herb one either really likes or cannot stand. We are in the "love it" catagory!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This also a tribute to my Father who was a Veteran. He passed away a month ago and his burial was touching for me. The VFW Honor Guard from Miles City did the 21-gun salute and played taps. The two service men that did the flag-folding ceremony were especially honoring to Dad. I cried when they did that and handed the flag to Bonnie, my step-mom. It makes me tear up now as Cowboy and I have always liked a veteran to be honored. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When Dad was in the hospital during his last days we looked at pictures and talked about work that Dad had done over the years. One could tell he was listening. Bonnie had found two letters that were in Dad's "stuff." One was from an Army buddy that wrote while he was serving in the service and Dad was home in Montana. They other letter Dad had written to his granddad when Dad was in the service. What Bill pointed out to me is that Dad typed his letter and there were no mistakes and his spelling was accurate. Cowboy is not the best speller, but that isn't why I married him! BJ read those letters out loud two different times and you could tell Dad enjoyed that. What was almost Bill's undoing was when Granddad said, "Bill, read me <em>War Bags</em> out of the <u>Western Ag Reporter</u>. Bill got through it, but I could tell he was trying to not get tears in his eyes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I know, but how? when it is too late to call my personal tech support for computers! Ha! Oh, I finally figured it out!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLS6qPQAayzTs6iKkCz2kehRqLL_zek6os38rfBy1r9B9uN63fTb-LCw44Ag_DBigDMzixI40g3rZ8UjziL-rDaaUCpRwNj_3I33F7kDJRCufBu3RDqssyiEO_iq8K8FPZBHc6Hltv1-s/s1600/IMG_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLS6qPQAayzTs6iKkCz2kehRqLL_zek6os38rfBy1r9B9uN63fTb-LCw44Ag_DBigDMzixI40g3rZ8UjziL-rDaaUCpRwNj_3I33F7kDJRCufBu3RDqssyiEO_iq8K8FPZBHc6Hltv1-s/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are all 16 gates open at the same time. Impressive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRRsyYNSjbOp2JxDhik4eyeNQxECo_-TCDb3W42O8ykUEgVcfSh57hgr6jXk5lr3j5Mpp2v5Jxd7D6QOsxQVTPLhTPB7FMl0-P7t-W6VkCNJ_xu97X9LkUSWkOugIfPpKQnnWOqk4_1c/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcRRsyYNSjbOp2JxDhik4eyeNQxECo_-TCDb3W42O8ykUEgVcfSh57hgr6jXk5lr3j5Mpp2v5Jxd7D6QOsxQVTPLhTPB7FMl0-P7t-W6VkCNJ_xu97X9LkUSWkOugIfPpKQnnWOqk4_1c/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Looking down the spillway from the top of the bridge. It was all I could do to stand there and look. Bill had to take the pictures. The water was moving so fast that it was mesmerizing. It felt like the water could pull me in at any second and it was so FAST. It made me queasy in my stomach. I don't think that I would have made a very good sailor. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgJvLewQ8G6AfeFmZ3nCSnrr1Bihfz_RFWCHVs3NOuSfErPOcNmbiZW722X6bcyMVSzQ_y3knObTi1vAcz3II3gHsIJ3UydyO03TOAnUqw8FLSD5llCcykRgVBlzmGA_-YST89IPvs8I/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgJvLewQ8G6AfeFmZ3nCSnrr1Bihfz_RFWCHVs3NOuSfErPOcNmbiZW722X6bcyMVSzQ_y3knObTi1vAcz3II3gHsIJ3UydyO03TOAnUqw8FLSD5llCcykRgVBlzmGA_-YST89IPvs8I/s400/IMG_0998.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the bottom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAcFVidayKkpeHrPiwgNmI3anFLtthU81xV4uLzzvsCAgn4BuRYsex-OBoPe1OCFeiuCTplq0PpW32rZpsJNTHeOihdnNYZAk_Es2TJHJfjl4gf1GsC12m-7fnmUG5CTmEU6JOUcHOSk/s1600/IMG_0996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaAcFVidayKkpeHrPiwgNmI3anFLtthU81xV4uLzzvsCAgn4BuRYsex-OBoPe1OCFeiuCTplq0PpW32rZpsJNTHeOihdnNYZAk_Es2TJHJfjl4gf1GsC12m-7fnmUG5CTmEU6JOUcHOSk/s400/IMG_0996.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A closeup of the bottom. Do you suppose it is eroding some of the dirt down there? There is a lot of force behind that water. I am thinking of all those people down river. What about their ranches, towns? This has been the most unusual year for moisture. First we had snow since October and then when we still had snow on the north side of the foothills, it started raining and really hasn't let up much. Are we complaining. Not loudly as it is filling dams and rivers and reservoirs that haven't had water for a really long time. That rain is soaking into the ground like we haven't seen and it is over due. Cowboy says we could be three weeks from a drought because as we know <em>this is Montana!</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1VyKIDN-mvc4EWb0YcSkEKhVY-OH1NDHzg9JqOCyTgQQn_MjHOWuhPITNt9uxzxLeCjPpokv6bGd1oio6r6SAcsvsKP1EeidaYu3vdwf7-Vs_k1W0vGiN_QlY5rIf8JFIo4ewMhMWs4/s1600/IMG_0999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1VyKIDN-mvc4EWb0YcSkEKhVY-OH1NDHzg9JqOCyTgQQn_MjHOWuhPITNt9uxzxLeCjPpokv6bGd1oio6r6SAcsvsKP1EeidaYu3vdwf7-Vs_k1W0vGiN_QlY5rIf8JFIo4ewMhMWs4/s400/IMG_0999.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cowboy had to lean over the bridge and take another good picture. For a man that is afraid of the water, this does not bother him in the least. He trusts that cement to hold him! Imagine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC7wSjTNZA_P9q8B8cVEyySZ7Fr8-cyVL2bJ3dCmn_B4Yy9K8Y2i5-pY3K4uW5LOode9o4mpeXoZBgcoCP3JtsUeK-JsBwfGQXQsUN-GqCtyTMaY1utZhnxVx0Ojs5wRZRWfhpVQlK_Y/s1600/IMG_1000.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRC7wSjTNZA_P9q8B8cVEyySZ7Fr8-cyVL2bJ3dCmn_B4Yy9K8Y2i5-pY3K4uW5LOode9o4mpeXoZBgcoCP3JtsUeK-JsBwfGQXQsUN-GqCtyTMaY1utZhnxVx0Ojs5wRZRWfhpVQlK_Y/s400/IMG_1000.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This our last picture. It is gorgeous. There wasn't any wind and the lake looked like a mirror. One can have a special love for this lake, but she can turn on you just like that! There is so much turbulent water that is unseen going to the spillway. We heard there is a warning for boats not to go into that portion of the lake because they could be sucked to the gates because of the undercurrent.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is something we have never seen before and probably won't see again in our lifetime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-55975163131299921702011-06-05T20:52:00.000-06:002011-06-05T20:52:42.949-06:00The Love of Horses and More HorsesKamryn and Liv came for a short visit the end of this week. They went to the last day of VBS in Jordan and we able to go to Linford's to see the baby colts. They are so cute! We got the girls used to the mares that are the three-year olds and two-year olds. They were so friendly and we gave them "cake" to eat out of our hands. I didn't take pictures of that, but the girls just relaxed around them. Then we walked over to see the saddle horses and two of the five LOVE peppermint candy, so we got slobbered on a little. Liv didn't like that very well!<br />
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A few more times around the lot.<br />
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That small saddle is almost too small for her and the way she is shooting up, it will be sooner than later. Doc was a good teacher, but Cowboy thinks he would flimflam these kids before long. You know how those gentle horses can be.<br />
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There isn't anything like it and I feel sorry for those that have never gotten to experience being around horses...Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-30824691883876511022011-05-30T17:17:00.000-06:002011-05-30T17:17:16.624-06:00Decoration Day/Memorial DayToday is the day set aside to honor our war dead. It was started in May of 1866. IN 1868, May 30 was chosen as the day to commemorate the deceased because no major battles were fought that day in the Civil War. It then became a national holiday in 1967 as Memorial Day. Then in 1971 there was a change to the last Monday of the month of May to make a three-day weekend. I fear more and more people are forgetting about honoring those who fought and died so we could have freedom. It is more the "beginning" of summer with camping, cookouts, weekend fishing (although this weekend would not be fun due to ALL the rain. At least an inch here.)<br />
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Here are some pictures of our special service at the VFW hall in Jordan. It was raining so much today the ceremony was kept inside, but it was still extremely touching.<br />
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There was a short filmed interview of Philip Murnion as a navy veteran that was a recorded history.<br />
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There was a potluck served after the ceremony and Bill counted 31 people present. We were glad that many came out on such a rainy day.<br />
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It has been an emotional day thinking of all those soldiers and even those that were able to come home. Bill got a call from one of my cousins in Texas thanking him for serving our country. What a blessing to be thanked.<br />
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Have you thanked a veteran this day or at least prayed for them?Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-55595829096382476942011-05-29T21:15:00.000-06:002011-05-29T21:15:18.332-06:00Water and Then SomeIt is too wet to do anything here at the ranch, so we took a drive yesterday to see Fort Peck Lake and the dam. Cowboy said that he would like to go on a sunny day. Then he looked at me and said there would be too much work if it was sunny. He has that right! The grass has water underneath it, so no mowing, I am not in the weed-pulling mode and besides ALL that, it rains and it is dreary and I can think of other things to do inside. I have been reading lots of books and doing some sewing too.<br />
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The lake was a sight to behold and the drive over was beautiful. It was so green. Even the gumbo hills are getting green. The last time I went to Glasgow was the last day of February and the lake was frozen. Bill said he had never seen the lake this high.<br />
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These next three pictures are a panorama of sorts of the lake from right to left.<br />
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It was a beautiful day for a drive. We drove around Ft. Peck (the town) and then went to Glasgow for lunch. I even got to go to The Plaid Square (the fabric shop for those of you out of the loop). We went on to Wolf Point and down to Circle to pick up parts for the swather. Cowboy is thinking he is going to get to hay. At this rate we might be swathing the yard. We had sunshine and we got to see the damage of the high water of the Milk River at Glasgow. The winter wheat looks good, but it doesn't look like much spring wheat has gotten planted. The closer we got to Circle, the more it was raining. The road is damaged between the flowing well and Jordan. It is just sloughing off with all of the moisture. It really rained on us between Jordan and the ranch. <br />
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Cowboy is afraid to complain about the rain as we may be three weeks or so from having a drought.<br />
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But on a positive note, the green grass is wonderful!Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-20408773556706739952011-04-06T21:49:00.000-06:002011-04-06T21:49:37.187-06:00Little Boys-Snails--Puppy Dog TailsAngus came and stayed with us yesterday--just him, so we got to spoil him just how we wanted. It was fun for us! Cowboy and I had picked up a John Deere lunch box in our travels and thought the "only grandson" at that time, needed something special. We were just waiting for him to come and visit!<br />
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Before the day was done, the clasp on the lunch box broke, but Cowboy PopPop came to the rescue and got it fixed, aren't grandpas wonderful?<br />
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A postscript to the day was after Angus and Cowboy PopPop went to Great Grandma's for cookies, Angus told PopPop his leg hurt while he was at Great Grandma's. Bill asked him why did it hurt and Angus replied that she just talked too much. Somewhere along the way he must have heard, "they talked my leg off..." What do you think? Like they say, out of the mouths of babes...<br />
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We had a blessed day!Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-28675669557569797462011-02-22T18:40:00.000-07:002011-02-22T18:40:25.798-07:00Deer! Oh Dear!!What have I been telling you? The deer are out of control around our ranch!<br />
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One other thing John Grogan said was "The internet is an amazingly powerful tool." "It also is responsible for the biggest loss of productivity in the history of mankind." I think that at times as I am "lurking" around on the computer.<br />
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Speaking of cooking, today I did the second batch of canned beef. Yum, yum!<br />
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Last year at Cookie Day I had little gifts for the kids, nothing big, just little stuff for them to take home and lose. And, I had made the aprons for the big girls. This year I made two table runners out of some new Christmas colors that were not the traditional colors. I thought that we could have a drawing of the big girls (Tristin wanted to be included with the "big" girls). They had to be here to get a chance at the runners. Here are the winners...<br />
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After the cookies were divided up, it was time to load up with chain saws, mittens, coats, caps, and pile in the pickups. I bought marshmallows, but Cowboy told me there wasn't any way to roast them as the wood would all burn, so I left them home...mistake number one!<br />
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It hung up in one of the other trees. We did go back and get it later. Well, not me, but I supervised!<br />
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It even has a backrest. Perfect! But Angus asked me where the marshmallows were...I was sad!! I should have listened to the little girl inside of me and brought the marshmallows!<br />
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I don't have pictures of the funniest happening of the day. BJ finally told the kids to go outside and hook that husky (which was Tristin's dog, Trey) up to the sled. Tristin did and the brave princess Maggie was the first to take a ride. We are all in the living room looking out the picture and Whew! did that dog take off and Tristin did not put a lead on him so she could control him. He flew. Maggie was brave! Poor Angus was tailing up the girls and falling in the snow. Even Tristin fell trying to catch the sled! Trey went to one hay stack and then another hay stack and then through the cattle guard (thankfully it wasn't a barbed wire fence). By then we told Mary to jump in her car with a leash and she and Tristin better get that dog stopped! It was hilarious to watch since no one got hurt and they all got rides. I think that dog could have gone all day. I told Tristin she ought to invest in an harness for that him.<br />
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Many days after the fact, I found some green frosting stuck to something. Imagine that?!Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2647184724348672246.post-46565699430110936752011-02-03T20:04:00.000-07:002011-02-03T20:04:36.623-07:00Belated Cookie DayI have had a couple of people ask me when I was going to post about Cookie Day that happened in December. It has gotten so late, I did not know whether to or not. <br />
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The long story is I bought a new computer from a suggestion by the Farmer's Wife (and she has since mentioned that "it really was a good idea, but..."). I bought it the end of October, 2010. The "thing" crashed three times--first time viruses, second time new hard drive put in, third time I called the company direct (thanks to the Farmer's Wife who said go straight to the top!) and they sent me a new machine with a different antivirus installed. That is the only thing we could come up with that could be wrong. So far so good and that has been at least two weeks or more. I was beginning to wonder if we would get our tax information sent to the accountant as all of it is in this machine. Cowboy suggested I could do it on paper, long hand. Fill in the blanks as to what I told him! Oh, it wasn't that bad. I just told him I had done that and I didn't need the experience.<br />
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Cookie Day was fun and BJ was actually able to be here also as well as Meghan.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTXuRuzB4H4EDnJbVQuHtIE252nN7mI4l8nH6I5ZDE7q_BUTqKbTgpr5QsylSC1Tiuo20ko2NcH_JnUmka9nKmfTzxBiheqy-u_x9GiC45bcZwX1DfSmVh7-JPv5VCD-bINUQvZ7uH4I/s1600/Cookie+Day+2010+176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTXuRuzB4H4EDnJbVQuHtIE252nN7mI4l8nH6I5ZDE7q_BUTqKbTgpr5QsylSC1Tiuo20ko2NcH_JnUmka9nKmfTzxBiheqy-u_x9GiC45bcZwX1DfSmVh7-JPv5VCD-bINUQvZ7uH4I/s400/Cookie+Day+2010+176.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Some of the handiwork. Beautiful!!<br />
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Naturally there has to be a "rest of story" for the remainder of that weekend. But that will be for another blog. Stay tuned!Cowboy's Sweethearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11260855953088018464noreply@blogger.com1