Showing posts with label The Boy from Texas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Boy from Texas. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Barn Building

I always wanted to marry someone handy.  Not that I'm completely helpless or anything, but I feel like men should just have this innate knowledge of how to build and fix things.  I think I outkicked my coverage on this item when I landed The Boy from Texas.  He recently built a barn.  A BARN.  By himself (well, our friend Chaz helped two days and I held posts once or twice while he poured cement).  

I took it upon myself to document the progress as he worked.

Open area before construction began.

Framing gates in the very beginning.

Frame for the roof was done here.

Added in fences.

BB assisted when it was time to start with the tin.

Tin going up.

Gates in place.

Final product







Friday, September 9, 2016

Family Farm Friday #100: The Boys on the Farm

A while back our friend D. Felger Photography came out to take photos of rams for us.  While she was there, she got some pictures of the boys being boys.  The humans and the ram, Forrest.

(And yes, if you are wondering...the ram chasing my brother is the same one loving on my kid.  He's a good judge of character, that one!)

If you're needing a photographer--whether for livestock or people--D. Felger Photography is absolutely phenomenal!
























Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Four Years Ago

Four years ago, I was just a girl headed to Oklahoma for a weekend of fun with friends.  I almost didn't make it.  A flight cancellation on Friday afternoon resulted in a re-route to Tulsa instead of Oklahoma City and a serious conversation about just skipping OKC all together and meeting up on Saturday instead.  In the end, I flew to Tulsa and drove to OKC because I had promised two of my friends I'd help serve as matchmaker to introduce them.

Four years ago, The Boy from Texas was just a boy headed on a trip to look at cattle and go to a football game with his buddy.  He almost didn't come.  Work was busy and he wasn't sure he was really in the mood.  It was Oklahoma in August, which meant basically dripping sweat the entire time.  He didn't know any of the girls they would be hanging out with.

Four years ago, the girl and the boy first laid eyes on each other at the Hampton Inn in Bricktown.  They ate their first meal at Abuelo's.  They danced their first dance at the Wormy Dog.  They kissed their first kiss (oops!) late in the evening after everyone skipped down the street after shutting down that bar.


Four years ago, the boy didn't talk much to the girl the next day.  They sweated through what must have been the hottest football game in history.  The boy called another girl to come out with them to dinner.  The girl danced with another boy at the Penny.  And the two went their separate ways.



Four years ago, it started.  Today, it continues.  One boy.  One girl.  A little house.  A red-headed toddler.  A few cows.  A couple of dogs.  A baby on the way.  It's been great and hard and everything in between.  But we're sure glad to be doing this together.


That boy and that girl did pretty well that night four years ago.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Feeding the Cows

Just about every night, BB and I go outside and see the cows.   They come right over to the fence and he talks to them and points at them and it's about my favorite part of the day.


Now that he's walking so darn well, we've strapped some shoes on him and let him go to check his cows without the stroller.  For the past couple of nights, his dad took him out into the pasture and showed him how to scatter cake (small cubes of feed for you non-cattle folk) for the cows.




BB eats it up.  Watching every move his dad makes and seemingly in awe of the cows.


Well, last night The Boy from Texas had to work late, so BB and I were on our own for chores.  I got his shoes on and we headed to the garage to get the cake.  

As soon as he saw me pour it into the bucket, he grabbed a cube for each hand and took off running out the garage towards the pasture...



He walked himself all the way to the pasture (stopping several times to inspect rocks, dirt, and a frog along the way)...



When we got to the gate, he mixed the cake around in the bucket to be sure the cows were paying attention...



And then, just like his dad taught him, he threw the cake right to the cows...



And I could not have been one dang bit prouder of my husband or my kid.  A couple days worth of lessons and he's already got feeding cows down.  We're working hard to raise a stockman over here, and based on what I saw last night, I'd say we're succeeding.

Well, almost succeeding.  After we threw all the cubes to the cows, I turned around find this.  He had hidden a few cubes to taste for himself.  


I suppose there are still lessons to learn.

Friday, October 23, 2015

One Year. What We've Learned

One year ago this weekend I donned a white dress, he sported a new cowboy hat, and we vowed to love each other for the rest of our lives. 



It has been an adventure, the last 365 days. So in looking back on our first year together, I thought it would be good to reflect on what we have learned about love and marriage and what not. Begrudgingly, The Boy from Texas pitched in a few thoughts as well. 

1. Divorce is not an option.  No matter how bad the fight or how annoying the habit, we never threaten to leave. We don't joke about it. We don't consider it.  Because once it is an option, even in the back of your mind, it is an option. And that is a major problem. 

2. Be flexible.  Some things will not go as planned. Heck, almost nothing will go as planned.  Case in point...we thought that we might be pregnant by our first anniversary. Instead, we have a 6 week old.  Flexibility is important. 

2a.  It does not take everyone a year to get pregnant. Refer to item #2.  The fact that you are 30 and have old eggs apparently does not always change lesson #2.  

3.  Know how best to communicate, generally and on specific topics.  Knowing the best way to discuss things is critical.  Example: We cannot discuss money over text message without someone ending up mad. If we have those conversations in person or on the phone we are good.  Learn how to (and how not to) communicate with each other.

4. Our marriage not all hearts and roses. And no one else's is either. I am working on a complete blog post on this topic because I think it's that important. Society doesn't do us any favors by acting like other marriages are perfect all the time. They aren't. The sooner people figure that out the better. Don't get me wrong, a lot of the time for us it really is roses, but there are those days where a thorn gets thrown into that in the mix. Understanding that this is normal and will happen is important.

5. Simple phrases go a long way.  Don't underestimate the effectiveness of using "Thank you," "I'm sorry," and "I love you."  Use them more than you think necessary.

6. Talk about what bothers you or you don't get anywhere.   The Boy from Texas included this one. In doing so he said, "No one is a mind reader. Write that. Do you hear me? That needs to be in the blog. Write that down."  Enough said.

7.  And now, the best for last. We are so much better together than either could be apart. And we try to always remember that and be grateful for it every day.

One year down...a lifetime to go. 



Friday, July 31, 2015

Family Farm Friday #96: Roadtrip to Iowa

My dad has been asking about when I'd blog about our adventure for months.  Here's hoping I don't let him down.

We needed a new Dorset ram.  Our current go-to is a great fella named White Lightning, who we've had for about 6 or 7 years.  He came from Iowa, the result of a road trip my dad and little brother took together.  And he did exactly what we bought him for--raised champions.  But, alsas, White Lightning is starting to show his age, and it was about time to find his successor.  So, when The Boy from Texas, my dad, and I had the chance to load up in the pick up for a 14 hour road trip (one way) in search of the successor, you better believe I was all in.

The Boy from Texas drove the entire way there and back.  At first, I think he was just trying to be nice.  Later on, I think he wanted the badge of honor to use in future arguments about who should clean the floors or take out the trash.  "I mean, I could do that, but I did drive 28 hours to Iowa."



For the record, he was not texting and driving, we were just pulling out of the drive.

 One thing I'll say about The Boy from Texas, is that he's up for anything.  I guarantee you had you told him before he met me that he'd go on a 28 hour trip to look at sheep, he would have told you he was crazy.  But for this one, he studied up pictures on websites before we left and got right in the middle of things when we arrived.  He's all in, that husband of mine.

We went by two different sheep farms while we were there and, as always, we enjoyed the chance to look at the livestock, meet the people, and see how farming is done differently in another part of hte country.

We ended up back at the same farm where White Lightning came from those years ago.  The owners are a middle aged man and his 94 year old father, Roger.  I'd heard stories for years from my dad and brother about Roger, so I was excited to meet this guy.  He didn't disappoint.  He was sharp as a tack, funny, really interested in "life out west" and reported that this year--when his son had a bum knee--he sheared the flock himself.  At 94.  They don't make 'em like Rog anymore.

After lots of analyzing, looking, thinking, figuring, we selected the ram that we would bring home. And we promptly loaded him up in the cage.  At least we thought it was him.  While my dad was writing the check and The Boy from Texas was organizing things in the truck, I caught a glimpse of the eartag and realized the owner had loaded the wrong ram.  That could have been a major mistake had we not caught it until we made it back to New Mexico some 14 hours later!

The correct ram ready to roll.

When we got home and I thought about what I had learned on the trip, there was one thing that kept coming to my mind.  The entire drive, my dad continually commented on the beauty of the area we were driving through.  Fields of canola in Oklahoma, rolling hills and rock fences in Kansas, black cows, freshly planted corn fields in Iowa, pouring rain.....he enjoyed seeing it all.  He wasn't focused on how much farther we had to go.  He wasn't preoccupied with a cell phone or the radio.  He was content to just look out the window and see the beauty passing by.  I've traveled the world, he's never left the US...but I'm not sure I see, really see, anything as well as my father.  He's got a gift.







Let's hope his ability to see translates to picking rams too.  We're breeding the new guy for the first time this year, his lambs should be on the ground starting in December or January.

Oh yea, the new ram's name?

Rog.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

30 Things for His 30th

Someone is turning the BIG 3-0 on Friday.  And since you all know I'm old and already reached that milestone, that really leaves one clear answer......The Boy from Texas!  That's right, kids, he's joining the club of 30-is-the-new-20 (whatever that means).

In celebration, I've compiled a little list of 30 things I love about that husband of mine.



1.  He calls me out on my crap.  Sometimes I don't love this....like when he tells me not to be snarky or that my shoes are "ridiculous," but in the end, I love the fact that he has opinions and that we can discuss (sometimes loudly) when mine differ.  He helps me to be better.  I need that in my life.

2.  He has the biggest heart.  Out of the blue, he'll say something like "next Christmas, let's pay to have lights put on those people's house, they seem to be going through a hard time" or "there was a guy who was washing windows at the gas station today to try and pay his electric bill, so I gave him a $20."  I. adore. this.

3.  His baby blue eyes.  I'm a sucker for blue eyes.  I sincerely hope The Baby from Texas comes out with these same features.  The Boy from Texas' grandma assures me they are very strong genes!

4.  How he giggles at tv shows.  It makes me laugh to see this big, manly, guy giggle like a girl at something happening on MASH or Top Gear.

5.  His broad shoulders.  I love how he's strong and makes me feel tiny.  I realize that come two months when I'm trying to push out a kid who may have inherited said shoulders, my tune could be very different....

6.  He cares about details.  Example:  When our contractor called me to ask what color of door knobs we wanted, I said, "Um.....are there different ones?  Aren't they all, like, sliver?"  When I told The Boy from Texas I chose silver, he said, "Oh my gosh, no!  All the others in the house are black (I think there was some fancy name other than black, but you get my drift).  If we ever want to re-sell this place, no one will buy it without matching door knobs!"  Thank goodness one of us cares about these things.

7.  He loves animals.  I caught this when a horse he raised from a colt got colic.  I saw it again when our dog, Chili, died a month or so ago.  Now, I see it a lot when he's playing with Angus.  If someone doesn't like animals, I am just not sure they are good people.  No worry with him.

8.  He always has to be doing something.  The guy can't sit still.  He's constantly shredding or researching or starting at the addition making plans.  Having grown up with a dad that is the same way, I feel like that's how boys are supposed to be wired.

9.  He thinks before he speaks.  I'm a talker.  I'm sure you are all shocked by this.  Oftentimes, I blurt out whatever comes to mind without even thinking it through.  He's much quieter, he listens, thinks, and then responds.  I envy that.

10.  He's embraced his inner sheep shower.  Fortunately, he was a shower---of cattle, pigs and horses.  But since we started dating he's become quite the sheep kid.  He has shown them in pictures for our website, is excellent at blowing out legs at our sale, and we often have discussions about buying ewes and starting our own flock.

11.  He's protective.  At least once a week he says something like, "If anyone messes with you on that trip, I'll come down there and [fill in the blank with whatever physically violent outburst is appropriate.]"  And although my response is usually, "No, no, we don't use our fists because we have a baby now," I kinda dig the fact that he wants to fight for me.

12.  He wears the right jeans.  After living in the city a couple of times in my life and seeing what poor men try and pass of as jeans, a good, country boy in a nice pair of Cinch Jeans just makes me happy.

13.  How my head fits right in his shoulder.  Like two puzzle pieces.

14.  He's a good dancer.  This was high on the requirement list and he succeeded in meeting it.

15.  How he talks about his great-grandmother.  When we were moving our wedding gifts into the kitchen and throwing away our old stuff, he grabbed some old, ratty pink and white towels and said, "NEVER throw these away, they belonged to my grand grandmother."  This was my first sense of their relationship.  I've since learned that she babysat him while he was growing up and based on the fact that every time we discuss our kid going to a baby sitter he shakes his head and repeatedly says, "We just need my great grandmother" over and over tells me it was a pretty good time they had.

16.  He refuses to eat chicken salad, but loves scones and sushi.  He's mostly a real meat-and-potatoes kind of guy, but it makes me smile to know that he enjoys fancy fare like scones and sushi.

17.  He's going to be a good dad.  From his faithful response to the genetic screening situation, to how he reacts when he feels the baby move in my belly, to him saying, "Take care of my boy" when I leave on work trips, I know he's going to nail this fatherhood thing.

18.  He loves my family.  If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you know my family is crazy.  We're big, loud, opinionated, and forceful.  The Boy from Texas embraced them and fits right in.

19.  He doesn't overthink things.  It's good to have one of us in this relationship about whom that can be said.

20.  He's funny.  You've all read my series "Funny Conversations with The Boy from Texas."  So you know.

21.  His sweet tooth.  Once, when I made cookies for dessert, his response was, "What?  No ice cream to go with them?"  A man after my own heart.

22.  He, too, is anti-Disneyland.  We've got a plan not to ever tell our child that a place like Disneyland exists.  So long as my Aunt Evil Kineval doesn't ruin said plan, we think it will work.

23.  He'd give you the shirt off his back.  He's a good person, sometimes to the point I feel like he gets taken advantage of and get angry, but he just continues to pour out kindness to others.  I should take some lessons.

24.  He has embraced my friends.  I've got quite the group of friends.  Loud ones, quite ones, tall ones, short ones, red ones, blue ones, and he's embraced them all.  Although I do think he secretly has a favorite, he always speaks kindly of them, asks about how they are doing, and seems to genuinely enjoy time with them.

25.  He's a shopper.  If I'm honest, most of the time this actually annoys me.  I hate shopping.  I want to go in, grab what we need, and leave.  He prefers to tour the store, look at everything, discuss when (and why) we need some random piece of equipment, then go home and research it online so we know---in the future should we ever need to buy one---what a good deal will be.  Again, good thing one of us enjoys this kind of thing.

26.  He just knows things.  Constantly he'll know how something works or how to fix it or the answer on Jeopardy and I ask, "How in the world do you know that?"  He just does.

27.  He's up for traveling to fun places.  Our list includes Ireland, the Grand Canyon, an Alaskan cruise.....

28.  He's accepted this blogging thing.  I honestly thought this might be a major issue.  He's a pretty private person and frequently comments on the fact that "because of that blog, everyone and their dog knows my business!"  Despite not loving that, he has seemingly gotten over it and now reads the blog and the comments and submits to assisting me with scoring new recipes and the like.

29.  He's everything I'm not.  I remember 10 years ago when SoulMate Friend was about to marry Tuba Man.  At her shower, she made the comment that she knew it was right because he was everything she was not.  Ever since, I held that little tidbit in my heart and when I found The Boy from Texas, I knew he fit that bill for me.

30.  The way he loves me.  I never thought I'd find someone who loves me as much or as well as he does.  And of everything, I love that most of all.

Monday, June 22, 2015

What a Difference a Year Can Make

One year ago today, I said yes to a very important question from a very cute boy with a very sparkly ring.  (If you'd like more detail than that, click here to read the full he-said/she-said story.) .


Within the last 365 days, the following events have occurred.

- We celebrated The Boy from Texas 29th birthday in Gruene.


-  I bought a white dress.


- The Boy from Texas got a new job.

- The Boy from Texas moved to a new town.

-  I somehow convinced my bosses to let me transfer my job to a new town 9 hours away from College Station.

- The Boy from Texas got a new pick up.





-  I moved.

-  We said I do.




- I turned 31.

- My friend and I ran my third half marathon jokingly saying we wanted to do it before we got pregnant.  (Be careful about such jokes....we are both due less 5 days apart).

- We sold my house in College Station.

-  We went skiing (little did we know at the time there was a growing baby under my green jacket!)


- We bought an adorable little house.



-  We found out we would be adding a third person to that adorable little house in 9 months.


- Our attempt to announce our news to may parents in a creative way was a major flop.

- We announced our news to the public.

- We started adding onto our little house.

- We road tripped with my Dad to Iowa to buy a ram.


- We let Big Jake announce some big news about The Baby from Texas.


- We got a tractor.


- Our dog (and my favorite running buddy) died.






Whew.....anyone else tired?

I don't know what the next year will hold.  But I do know that I thank God every day for The Boy from Texas and the chaos that is our life.  He has made dreams come true that I didn't even know I had.  There is no one in the world I would rather be on this little adventure with.

I'm very glad I chose the right answer to a very important question from a very cute boy with a very sparkly ring one year ago today.