Monday, September 21, 2009

The move, 4H feeder lamb and the fair all the same weekend

I said I would so here it is...

The last weekend of August is when our count
y fair is. Which in my house means all the training and chores and work my now 9 year old son has been doing with his spring lamb will be put to the test.'s a great organization, my husband and I as has our families before us have all been a part of this group. It's part of being a farm kid. It's right up there with chores before school, not afraid of mud on your jeans and laughing at city folks who snicker and laugh when the male anatomy of cattle and horses show, oh I don't know, I always get a chuckle out of the women walking through the barns in flip flops or heels and then grumbling they stepped in poop.

This was my oldest cowboybaby's first year and 4H and he's been working with his lamb since late spring. First bottle feeding it, then getting it used to him, teaching it to walk on a lead...that is funny on its, own lambs can be very very stubborn, eventually to be able to lead it around by it's head, for the most part. Oh, and getting it sheared before the fair..poor little bald thing.

The Fair was here before I knew what hit me. He was at the fair everyday, with our 4H advisor and her daughter, while I'm back home packing and cleaning a house, chasing after my other two tots and trying to keep my head from popping off with the stress of the task ahead of me.

Friday rolls around, the day before the move I might
add, and it's time to go in the show ring and show the little critter...the lamb, Spot...yeah he named it. It's a weather or whether I don't remember the spelling, that means it's a male with no uhm balls. OK we are adults hear I can say that without snickering right. He did great, walked around the ring, set it up to show, had his pretty, mostly clean white shirt on and guess what blue ribbon. He didn't get grand champion or best of show or anything, can't say I really expected him to, but blue ribbon means he can take it to the premium sale.

So yes, it all worked out very well. He followed though, he worked hard, did his best and learned the lesson that I was going for..Hard work and dedication will pay off in the long run. A blue ribbon to be proud of hanging on the wall and the good feeling that you did a great job.

No Spot is not possessed, the lighting in the sale barn was not the best.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I Have Survived

I know I know it's been so long since I wrote and I said once my hubby deployed I would keep up with this blog thingy better. Give me some slack..I had to find a house and move and be at the fair and start two kids all in two weeks by Myself.

I did it!

I can honestly say this has to be without a doubt one of the toughest things I've ever done in my life. All's well that end's well though, only damage done was to me, my children are doing wonderfully and that's all I ask.

The house I'm in isn't the same as the one in the previous post. That one was a joke. Two sisters own it and one said I could have I quit looking and then two days later the other sister calls to say I can't. Mad scurry to find a house begins again. Call after call all leading to nothing. Until one night I get a phone call from a lady who we'd asked about the house but it was for sale, our name kept coming up to her so she said she prayed about it and figured with my name keep coming up maybe God was telling her something. She took it off the market and let me have it right away. Her and her husband truly are my God sents. Not only did they rent me their house, they are the biggest sweethearts you could ever ask for, like renting me their house isn't kind enough she also asks if there is anything else I need please don't be afraid to call.

The house...OH the house. It's such as upgrade. We have more room, we are in the country still but on it is so much prettier even than the other place. I am surrounded by wonderful families and the cincher that brought a tear to my eye is pulling in the driveway and an American flag flying from a flagpole in the front yard.

I'm really trying not to get excited but that soldier of mine and I have talked about buying a house soon anyway...could this be our little patch of heaven? I sure not even considering that option till I spend a winter here that's for sure.

But that's the cliff note version of the past 3 weeks. My next post will include pictures and be of Cody and his 4H lamb at the fair.

stay safe,
Cowgirl Lady