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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Things...


old corrals

just a good photo


pretty handmade mohair cinches


gorgeous views

red high heels, we sure arent in kansas anymore


                                                                    love


nerds, what can i say


big bulls


adorable cow dog puppies


                                                                   coral anything


puppies


and the gorgeous mae west



thats all for now my pretties

xo


me

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Lies & Frustration


I remember several things from when I was little. 
1. Always look people in the eye when being chastized
2. Never betray a loved one's trust, because once destroyed, it's near impossible to re-gain.

The first lesson has served me quite well.  Throughout my childhood, many adults have been taken aback at my direct eye contact during uncomfotable situations.  Apparently they expected to see another hang-dog dejected child with eyes lowered to the ground...

The second I've always felt is the most important lesson in life.  My papa taught me to be loyal until betrayed.  And that's just what I've done.  Many times I've dug in my heels, backing up a friend.  Defending their position on any issue.  Very rarely have I taken the correct side in those issues :s  While being trustworthy, honest and loyal, I apparently am also extremely gullible.

It's my main source of frustration.  What kind of friend or lover sabotages a pure trust?  After many "break-ups", (not all of the romantic sort) I've become wary and distrusting of most.  To the point where I may have subconsciously pushed away the love of my life.  I'm not sure when the loyal, trusting little girl, lost her faith in humanity.  It seems like now I tend to distrust before I trust.  I'm not completely jaded mind you, I do have some good friends, and always good family!  But the children of my general generation have mostly lost the morals and values of old.  Nowadays, lies and deceit are more commonly expected than truth and honesty.  It's amazing that I've actually lost friends because I expected them to be honest with me.  Can you believe that???

Since my last 'mistake', I've done some reading.  And misunderstanding seems to be the cause of most lies.  One party simply doesn't know how to convey their feelings to the other.  A type of panic sets in, and complete idiocy comes out, rather than the truth.  Then when either, or both parties become upset, words are spoken in anger and haste.  It is true that words are just words.  And we commonly say hurtful things to those we love in an effort to hurt them like they've hurt us.

This is a very toxic tactic for any relationship.  But unfortunately, very common.  How do we change this disasterous downward trend?  I believe that marriages 120 years ago were more successful due to the respect men had for women.  We were reveered, loved, cherished and praised.  We were the givers of life and therfore demanded respect.  Divorce wasn't an option and not something taken lightly.

I'm not adverse to divorce these days.  Sometimes we simply make the wrong decision that day at the alter.  But it all comes back to men not fully respecting women.  If either side wouldn't lie or play games, the business of ultimate trust would be much easier indeed!

So come now, it's easy, as simple as telling the truth....  Will we ever have the luxary of being the loyal trusting little girls we once were???

You will know the truth
and the truth will set
you free.
John 8:32

That's all for now my pretties

XO

Me

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Little Miss Susie Homemaker... Finally

When I was growing up, I was never very interested in cooking.  I would occasionally help my mamma bake cookies or something fun like that.  One year I got a cook book for kids, and I got to make the whole dinner.  But otherwise I've never been the girl who can look in her refrigerator or pantry and say hey I think I'll make such and such for dinner tonight.  I have to plan, buy everything I don't have, and follow the directions.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bad cook!  When I do fix food, it's pretty good, it's just that I don't do it regularly. 



Last year I had a guy tell me I was too buckaroo, and he didn't see me as a housewife type.  I seriously took offense to that and immediately went to Maurices, the only store in La Grande, and bought a bunch of girly clothes.  And made sure I Always had on makeup and did my hair... Dang him!  I am good at keeping my house clean, other than my tendancy to want to set stuff on the table always!  Vacuuming and sweeping are my two favorite house cleaning activities.  You really get a sense of accomplishment there.  I then decided to try and start cooking more.  Which seems silly when I live alone...  But I do have a few specialties: Spaghetti and Cheese Bread,  Pancakes and French Toast,  Rice and Chicken,  a yummy Taco Casserole, and omelette/stirfry thing for breakfast.  I know, I know, pretty short list.  But like I said, I'm not big into cooking.  Baking however is much more fun!  I've made lots of baked goods! 

We have a family dinner this friday, and I decided to make some homemade beer bread and a carrot cake.  Awhile back I read one of my favorite blogs, and she did a post on making homemade bread.  It was amazing, and I decided I needed to add that to my list of can dos.  Apparently bread isn't as easy as most baked goods.  Its kinda touchy, takes awhile and everything has to be warm.  Along with the Carrot Cake and Beer Bread I made 2 loaves of Zucchini Bread.  I do not like Zucchini...  But this stuff is amazing!  I add chocolate chips, my momma adds nuts and/or coconut.  But very very good.  So I will share both the Beer Bread Recipe and our Zucchini Recipe (which I may add is probably better than any you've had before ;)  )

Beer Bread
(makes one loaf)

2 1/2 tsp dry active yeast
1 tbsp sugar
2 tbsp butter (melted)
1 (12 oz) beer (lukewarm)
2 cups allpurpose flour
1 1/2 cup whole wheat flour
2 tsp salt

1.  Mix the yeast, sugar and butter into the beer and let it sit until the yeast has dissolved, about 10 mins.
2.  Mix the flour and salt
3.  Mix the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients until they form a dough.
4.  Dump the dough onto a floured surface and knead until smooth and elastic, about 5-10 mins, adding more flour if it's too sticky to work with.
5.  Place the bowl in a large greased bowl, cover and let it rise until it has doubled in size, about 1-2 hours.
6.  Punch the dough down, dump onto a floured surface, lightly knead for a minute and let rest for a few mins.
7.  Form the dough into the shape that you want it, place it on a sheet of parchment paper, cover it and let it rise until doubled, about 1-2 hours.  When forming the dough intot he shape that you want it, fold in a bit of the sides under the dough in order to stretch the surface a little.
8.  Transfer the loaf on the parchment paper onto a baking sheet, slash the top of the dough a few times and dust with flour( or corn meal)
9.  Place in a pre-heated  450 degree oven, and bake until crust is brown, about 25-30 mins
10.  Let cool at least 15 mins


                                         
                                           Final Rising


                                                   And the finished product!  YUM


Zucchini Bread

3 eggs
1 cup oil
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar - Mix

Add the egg mix
3 cups zucchini (can add more if you like)
3 cup flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp nutmeg
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
6 tsp cinnamon
3 tsp vanilla

Add nuts or raisins or coconut or chocolate chips.  Pour into two bread pans (floured) and cook at 325 for 1 hour (usually needs a touch longer)



I hope you all enjoy as much as I did!!!!


That's all for now my pretties....

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Lipstick & Nail Polish



My earliest memory of lipstick and nail polish must have been when was around 4 years old.  My room wasn't finished yet, so I shared a room with my brother.  Totally thought I was cool :D  But anyways, I had some sort of barbie makeup set(actually I think I just threw away the lipstick, lol).  It was so awesome!  It had some wicked bright pink nail polish. And ever since I can remember I've always painted my nails!  So one afternoon I was sitting on the bottom bunk, on top of my favorite pink blanket(that had a matching doll).  And what happened, of course I spilled it everywhere.  Just like my mamma had predicted!  She was so mad, and I was crushed, and the polish ended up in the grabage. 

I've been addicted ever since.  In fact I can't remember ever Not having my toes painted.  My fingers however, are rarely painted, just because they always chip and never stay pretty.  Along with the fact that I didn't get my mamma's pretty hands ;) .  My hands are pretty big and look a lot like my brothers', unless I have acrylics on.  My nails never seem to grow, and when they do, they always break!  But lately I've been painting my nails every week, and they look great, it's very exciting!  What are your favorite colors????

Lipstick.  I remember rockin some red Bon Bon lipstick in gradeschool.  Even before I wore make-up :)  But actual lipstick has never really been my thing.  Lip gloss, now there's my addiction!  I can't go without, ever.  I can't even fall asleep unless I have a bunch on.  My personal fav is Victoria's Secret.  It is so amazing, lasts longer than most, and is heavenly on your lips.  I think lipstick is super sexy, but I haven't found one that works.  And I've never really been sure how to make the right color decision.  What are you're favorite colors, and how did you choose what worked?  Light pinks, deep reds, what do you just Love???

Girls, Lipstick and Polish... What else really completes our girly sides, :)


Check out this website loves, its got a ton of great tips!  This link goes right to how to choose the right lipstick.



 

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Traveling...



growing up we always had to travel everywhere.  my grade-school was only five miles away, but town and high-school was thirty seven.   it didn't matter where we went, it was always at least an hour on a narrow curvy road, following a river.  not good when you get car sick.

so for four years i caught the bus at six thirty four am or if i got to drive, id leave at seven.  then i graduated and for some reason  chose to go to a community college ten hours away.  man what a drive.  the first couple of years i went home several times a year.  it then dwindled down to rarely making it back to the river where i grew up.  gas prices rose, i had a pickup, horses, cats, dogs and a fiance.  quite a lot to pack across and down the state.

in an effort to be closer to home, after graduating from bmcc i transferred to osu in corvallis.  where it rains.  a lot.  the place we lived in had stalls and a small arena, but there were leaks everywhere, how could there not be when they get a couple of feet of rain a year.  my eccentric landlady compared it to a rainforest with a winter, and how right she was.  i wasn't raised in the desert, but we also didn't pack snorkels and flippers.  corvallis lasted six months.  then i moved to norwood, co which is much like eastern, or but at a much higher elevation, with prickly pear and uranium.  at first i worried that my horses feet would be sore after riding through cactus, but they were all right  i spent the summer interning for blm and riding colts for a ranch in olathe.  gelbviehs seem to be a crowd pleaser in that country.  school again started for me in september in la grande, or.  where i lived in the same apartment for nine months.... can you even believe it....  first time since i left home that id stayed that long in one place.  five moves later, i was back in pendleton.  i seem to be drawn to this little town with the huge rodeo.  but im a restless sort.  and i can now move my horses and belongings in my trailer.  pretty handy when you cant stay put for very long.  i usually move along every three months or so.  



then about two weeks ago i got ready to pack it all up and move home while i go to a beauty college in southern oregon.  im still not sure how im going to do with being tied down for at least fifteen months...  i suppose it wont be too bad with all the driving and the numerous projects my dad and i have planned.  at least ill always be busy.  along with training my new filly and breeding my thoroughbred mare.  

my parents and i are now on the road, and currently going through portland.  my mamma and i are in my pickup pulling the uhaul and my daddys behind us in their pickup with my ponies.  oh and of course miss lottie lou is in the back seat.  earlier in the rain by multonomah falls my mamma and i sang a song to my daddy over the walkie talkie.  he loved it. haha.

i suppose i could safely say that from an early age i was just destined to travel like a gypsy.....


thats all for now my pretties        

xo


me


Thursday, April 7, 2011

My Momma's .38 :D

the girl picks the gun up.  small and fairly light.  she knows its old and wonders about its history.  was it used to kill, had it threatened lives...  how many people had fired it.  she felt its strength, the deadly power it posessed.  knowing what the little gun was capable of, she handles it with great care and respect..  just like her daddy taught her.  its a colt .thirty eight, six shot revolver with a three inch barrel.  a perfect womans gun.  and thats exactly what it who it had been purchased for.  a young man had bought it for his young wife.  she was a small woman albeit capable, but he knew he wouldnt always be around to protect her.  he prayed that would be a day that never came.

the girl who holds it now is not that woman, but her daughter.  who has moved into a home of her own with no protection other than the .thirty eight and her little heeler dog.  the weight feels comfortable in her hand.  she looks it over, the irons cold to the touch.  she flips the cylinder open, six empty chambers .  theres a box on the stump.  she pulls a bullet out, loading the gun.  she does this five more times.  she stands up, standing with her left foot just slightly behind the other.  she cocks the hammer back, the cylinder rotates and clicks.  the firing pin now resting over the bullet.  she takes a breath and as she exhales she squeezes the trigger.  the little gun bucks in her hand, but she doesnt drop it.  she hit what she aimed at, of course it wasnt very far away.  the short barrel makes it difficult to hit anything with any accuracy at any distance.  the smell of burnt gunpowder stings the senses...  a feeling of accomplishment and assuredness comes over the girl.  she knows how to use the little colt and knows she can use it right.  her daddy always reffered to it as a belly gun, and thats all it could be...

when she gets home that night, she confidently places it under her pillow.  it may seem odd or even silly to some.  but she knows its there and sleeps peacefully each night knowing she has it if she needs it.  and the second ammendment ensures that right.

well that girl was yours truly.  and the .thirty eight under my pillow belonged to mamma.... and dont you know that little pistola is always under my pillow.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Inability to Choose

i dont know, im confused, unsure, uncertain, why should/shouldn't i

there are many ways to express confusion or indecision over the choices we make everyday.  big or little, insignificant or life altering.  it doesn't matter.  each time we are presented with a choice, we consider the pros vs. cons or good vs. bad.  in some cases that's a very good idea.  however, by systematically weighing out each side, we make our decision tougher.  we have all been there, all said these words, well now what do i do...

no one in our world is perfect, and quite often we are all  unable to choose.  sometimes its this inability that makes us who we are.  right, wrong or indifferent our choices in life shape and mold us.  allow us to grow and learn.

so while men may cuss us women for not just making up our minds already, they too are quite often indecisive.  and its ok for us to occasionally choose to be gray rather than black or white

that's all for now my pretties

xo

me