How They Keep Entertained

We've been going to a lot of barrel races the last month or two. We try to go to one a week if they are close by. Texas and I hook up the truck and trailer, throw the dogs in the truck bed, and tie the ponies up in the trailer. The dogs are responsible for keeping themselves entertained for a couple hours at the barrel races. They've definitely been getting creative in how they kill time.

You would never know these two aren't blood brothers. Two peas in a pod.

Crappy Part Of The Job

The crappy part of my job is definitely cleaning out the 30 foot trailer when it gets to dirty.

This particular morning, I spent almost 3 hours powerwashing.

And I didn't even get close to being perfectly clean. Texas has a knack for getting every last morsel of crap off of the trailer.

I, on the other hand, try my darndest - but I definitely need to work on my trailer cleaning skills.

At least it still looks a lot cleaner than what we began with!

Waitin'

Waitin' with the ponies. Waitin' on Texas.

Morning Coffee

"Where the heck is my morning coffee?!"

One Morning

One morning, a couple weeks ago, Jaders and I got saddled up to work some beef cows.

She's the cutest.

She puts up with me being an over loving mama.

Knee Deep

Lately, I've been knee deep in...

well, you know. :)

What I've Been Dang Doin'

I've been a touch busy lately. Texas and I have been bustin' our bums the last week, sometimes putting in 8 hours of shoveling dirt in one day....

... to turn our overgrown jungle of a house...

...into a little less of an eyesore.

Pictures coming soon of a new and improved yard!!! 

My New Job

My new job as of lately...

Professional Weed Whacking Machine.

Would You Believe?

Would you believe...

... that these pictures were taken on the same day, only 3 hours apart?

Looks like two different rodeos to me. This last shot is 8 men trying to find the measured out stakes for the barrel racing at our local rodeo. The arena was about 18 inches deep in mud and well, crap. Needless to say, it took awhile for 8 men to find three stakes.

Curiosity

Ya know what they say.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Well, not yet.