Welcome to my ranch. Today's ranch woman does more than ride horses, drive farm machinery and cook. We fight for our freedom. I've been forced to put these first loves on the back burner and now wear the name "activist". Federal overreach is destroying our way of life- America's food producers. It's a daily battle, I'm here to educate you on that war.
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For He Will Give His Angels Charge Concerning You, To guard you in all your ways
Today I praise the Lord. We lost a calf, but it so easily could have been our oldest son. An electrical line that ran from our barn to an old branding shed had blown loose last night during a rain storm. We had just turned some calves out in the lot yesterday. Our son realized one of the calves was down so went to check on it. The calf was dead. He didn't notice the line, and went ahead and roped on to drag it off. It wasn't until he had secured the rope to the calf did he notice the line dangling. It was then that he realized it had been electrocuted. Luckily the breaker had blown when the calf touched it so it wasn't hot when our son was working with the calf.
I pray daily for the Lord to encamp his angels around my family. Thank You Lord
Psalms 34: 7; Psalms 91:11
Cease from Anger.
That’s what my daughters suggested I do when one of them had the idea that we exchange New Year’s resolution recommendations for each other. Brad thought that was a bad idea, but we did it anyway.
They think I’ve been overly distressed. A little angry. Afraid I’m going to “stroke out.”
Well I probably am, have been, will continue to be, will try and work on it, and probably will.
But I’m betting that anyone that realizes what’s going on in our country is probably feeling pretty angry right now too. If not, ignorance is bliss, or they have a government job.
I’ve experienced a lot of emotions during my life: sadness, jealousy, embarrassment, fear, and anger to some degree.
Anger doesn’t just occur. It stems from something. I believe in my case it’s fear and frustration.
I grew up during the Cold War. Nothing was more feared than the A bomb during the 50’s and nothing scared me more than the “test” performed daily on our black and white T.V. suggesting that “i…
This is my backyard. This is our office. It's located in my backyard. So are the loading chutes, sheds, barns, silos and molasses tanks (tanks full of molasses that cattle find extremely tasty and nutritious.) Loading cattle here has been a common sight for as long as I can remember.
Tonight we loaded bulls. It started to snow when they were loading. I hope the driver and the bulls get to their destination safely.
The bulls have been in my backyard for several weeks. Getting fat. Getting ready to go north. Getting ready to...uh... go to slaughter, or should I say "harvest." Not too long ago that word reminded me of wheat. Kind of like the word "gay" used to make me think of someone happy.
Anyway, today our "politically correct" friends recommend we don't refer to the word that actually describes what has taken place since Adam and Eve. The word that describes what has taken place for centuries to insure human survival. No, today we mus…
I’m back…for a while, barring I don’t slip on another
tutu or fall over another tombstone. The morning after Easter 5:45 a.m. to be exact, I slipped on
a princess tutu and tore my rotator cuff. In June I had surgery and spent the summer
going to physical therapy three times a week 60 miles away.In August my Grandmother Hazel passed
away.She had lived a long, happy,
successful, life.She was 96 years old
and it was hard to say goodbye to one of my best friends. My shoulder was on the mend, but at Grandma’s graveside service I fell over
a tombstone.During the service I’d been
watching near misses and worried about someone tripping over the one on my end
of the tent.I didn’t realize there was
another on the other end.Remember I
have 10 grandkids, 7 of them under the age of 7.I had my hands full of water bottles, mine
and theirs. As I hurried out of the tent to speak to some relatives I fell
head, neck and face first over the tombstone my rear and high heels in the air
and my mouth full of …