Backseat Driver

 This is how I spent a lot of my mornings.

On the back of our 4-wheeler, or as our Portugese herdsman likes to call it, "his horse".

Whenever the horse doesn't start, I say, "Hey, my horse always starts."

Whenever the horse runs out of gas, I say, "Hey, my horse never runs out of gas."

Whenever the horse throws us off, I say, "Hey my horse never..."  Oops, wrong horse. I think that's the other way around folks. :)

Anyhoo, the horse is pretty fun to ride on, minus getting covered in mud, cow $%@&, and whatever else the tires decide to kick up.

Happy Dogs

Happy dogs come from California.

Happy cows come from California, too.

Beef

Beef.

It's what's for our dinner.

Literally. These are the four steers we have set aside for Texas and I, my mom, and the two guys that work here as well. They go to their new home (a.k.a. our freezer) sometime around December.

Texas and I have the cute little one on the left closest to the camera. I was thinking of naming him until I realized how hard it'd be to send him off to the butcher... unless of course he was named something like Freezer Burn, Medium Rare, or Stewy.

Baby Steps

I took Miss Jade out on her first walk outside of the arena the other night.

If she hadn't launched me through the air the first time I got on her, this adventure would have come a lot sooner. I wanted to make sure I didn't rush her into anything, even though I know the girl who had her before was riding her all over the place.

As per typical Jade style, she walked around the corrals, machinery, concrete, sprinklers, and cows like she had been doing it for the last 20 years.

Ain't she purdy?

Uno

Ok, I promised myself I wasn't going to get attached before kitty was 6 weeks old.

But I can't help it.

He's (or she's, I'd just prefer it to be a boy) got stripes, his hair is so soft, and he's so helpless! He needs me.

I've been checking in on him everyday. His mom is not known for her superb mothering skills, so I've been watching to see if she's stopped feeding him.

Sooo, in the midst of trying not to get attached, I've sorta been thinking of some possible names. Shout out your favorites if you so wish.

Uno. Duh, one kitten in the litter. Uno.

Pancho. Pablo. Cuervo. A variety of Mexican names because after all, his mom is Pepe.

Obviously, it's a clear race between Uno and Cuervo.

Settle For A Cooldown

Took the boys for a walk yesterday.

They always get really tired.

Texas and I never get tired though.

We are machines.

Actually, we are on machines. Well, a machine.

We usually take out the 4 wheeler and have the dogs run behind (Stoney) and ahead (Hote) of us.

Takes them about 10 minutes (Stoney) and an hour and a half (Hote) to get their tongues dragging.

They looked like they needed a refresher yesterday, so we chucked them into one of the cow troughs in one of the pastures.

Some little doggie who is so scared of water was acting like a fish!

Maybe more like a starfish. Fish actually move around in water. Stoney refused to move in the event that he may get more wet.

Bedridden

Above is a trip down memory lane when I was bedridden for two weeks with a lovely case of a collapsed lung. Can you guess how many years ago this was?

During the last 40 hours or so, I've been glued to the couch in my living room. Sometime between throwing back beers at a BBQ and swimming at my friends house, I came down with a pesky stomach bug. I'll tell ya, it's really hard to eat soup and noodles when it's 100 degrees outside!

I'll be back to posting about cows soon, as long as I don't keel over from going stir crazy first!

Babies

High school friends + 1.

Someone's having a little girl in August!

90

Can you guess what we made 90 of last night for a BBQ?

I'll give you some hints.

Jalapenos.

Bacon.

Cream Cheese.

Brandin' - Texas Style

Texas dropped in on our branding session this morning

Feel the burn..

Thanks for the help Texas man!! :)