Thursday, January 30, 2014

Help Wanted.

I am drawing a blank.  I've got nothing.  Paper is blank, computer screen is blank.  I need help!

You may or may not know but lat fall I did a guess post over on the blog Housewives of Rural America.  It was scary, fun and nerve wracking to write and then push that send button.  I am so glad I did, as it was a great experience.  My post titled 12 Confessions of a Mediocre Housewife got a few chuckles and connected with some readers.  That's way I was hoping for but didn't expect.

Now this brings me to why I need help, I am scheduled to write another blog post to be published the end of February.  I am excited and honored that they are allowing me to write for the blog again.  That being said, I am drawing a blank on what to write about.

Shall I blog about my infamous Knephla soup recipe or another recipe?  Shall I blog about sugar beets  or my cows or farming in Montana?  Shall I blog about the craziness of working along your husband with 2 kids in tow?  Shall I blog about some of the hurdles we faced starting to farm and are facing now?  Maybe a craft idea?  Maybe I should blog about the steps I take to make and can my salsa?  OR maybe I should blog about how important it is to have your girlfriends and being able to talk to them and planning a girls night at home?  Shall I blog about and ask others on how they keep farm records, cattle records and book work and what apps and programs are available and they use?  Bull season is upon us, maybe a post on buying bulls.  Throw some of your ideas at me.

I need your help!!

Now I must get going and get corn shoveled to feed replacements and cull cows.  It's cold and snowy out so I have been procrastinating this morning.

In honor of #tbt, I thought I'd throw in a couple of pictures from a few years ago.  We were at dad's house and him and T were on a mission to catch 'her' horse Abe.  Unfortunately we lost Abe to botulism a year or so ago.  Enjoy your Thursday and the pictures
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Cruel and Unusual Punishment?

Who doesn't love Birthdays and the Birthday song?

TC, that's who.  Doesn't matter if we are singing Happy Birthday to her, you, me or her best friend.  She. Hates. It!!!

No joke, when attending friends birthday parties I try to remove her from the room before the singing starts.  Now, we, her aunts and uncles, our friends and everyone else who has witnessed gets a good laugh out of it.  Its the craziest thing.

What's that?  You don't believe me?  Well ok then.



Well there ya go!  Oh, and I am sure you noticed how her loving family did NOT quit singing to her!


Friday, January 17, 2014

New Year, New Goals

 New year, new blog goals for 2014.  My goal is to post at least twice a week, heres to me succeeding! I have my posts half written or waiting to be edited, so I best get busy!

For now, I thought I would share something I wrote a long time ago.  Don't be too harsh, but let me know what you think.  I can't even remember when I wrote this or if something had happened to make me write this.  I just know that this poem has been in my old notebook of my writings through 8 moves and living in 3 states.  That's saying something because I loose everything.  Enjoy.





Hey Grandpa
Tana Hauso-Berwick

Hey Grandpa - How's it going up there?
     Been busy working and riding
     Never can seem to get ahead
I need to talk, got some time to spare?

So, Grandpa - The pastures, they green?
     Down heres its dry and brown
     I try to smile, make it through the day
It's hard for me Grandpa, I'm sure you've seen.

Tell me Grandpa - Do the horses run hard and true?
     Are you taking time to enjoy yourself?
     Found me a man, strong 'n kind
Hardworking 'n funny, reminds me of you.

Hey Grandpa - Warm enough? 20 below here.
     Starting to snow and grow colder
     I'm trying to be tough, just like you taught
I wonder, why did you have to go?

This is it Grandpa - time to say goodbye.
     It's not forever, just a long while.
     Just remember Grandpa, I love you 'n
Sometimes Cowgirls do need to cry.