tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58888126715182997262024-02-19T20:48:09.885-08:00white barn farmsFaith * Family * FarmingCandicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-13274824856044272492010-11-04T07:42:00.000-07:002010-11-04T07:54:25.109-07:00UpdateHaidyn had her 4 month check up on Monday. She was officially 18 weeks.<br /><br />Weight: 12 lbs 8.5 oz 25th percentile<br />Height: 24.75 inches 50th percentile<br />Head: 38 cm<br /><br />It's amazing how much she has changed in the last week! Rolling over, rocking on her hands and knees, she found her toes, and yesterday I made her some applesauce which she loved. <br /><br />We are in full swing with harvest. If all goes well, the milo will be done soon, Jason has cut all but one field of hay, and there is still the chile....which we always hope to be done by his birthday in December. And we already have grass up and growing to graze calves this winter. Needless to say, Haidyn and I haven't seen much of Jason!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-75423014550023688892010-10-28T20:47:00.000-07:002010-10-28T21:17:34.231-07:00Halloween....sort of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip46PKiQ14oo3WaWn4KN4e9HxGjB8p2qWoM-AEKjLILg9_lcHJeOkbH1roXDNUhAvFN-PZmxy69OzF5uXqVv3VBUrDgTrff68WWFLEzk3OZM4c-Q2SWL9APhT4LEemJE4XXJjoACpoZjw/s1600/IMG_0459.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip46PKiQ14oo3WaWn4KN4e9HxGjB8p2qWoM-AEKjLILg9_lcHJeOkbH1roXDNUhAvFN-PZmxy69OzF5uXqVv3VBUrDgTrff68WWFLEzk3OZM4c-Q2SWL9APhT4LEemJE4XXJjoACpoZjw/s320/IMG_0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311326436864082" border="0" /></a>We had an impromptu photo shoot this evening with our cousins! The school was having their Halloween Carnival tonight so we took advantage of the opportunity. And this way we have pictures of Haidyn's 1st "Halloween".... even though we aren't going trick or treating.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoHjajCbieqBH8B6wSYoYYtoB9SaMeAPV__qMs7IRo-DI9KcLnhNKmrGKLqI7egByXDDSM389Px4_goss1nt3D2JO8GlynlxZ1SewLmrQDtzVphKvm2VYxmKSK5jrtUFgEPYIODJnDg8/s1600/IMG_0462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoHjajCbieqBH8B6wSYoYYtoB9SaMeAPV__qMs7IRo-DI9KcLnhNKmrGKLqI7egByXDDSM389Px4_goss1nt3D2JO8GlynlxZ1SewLmrQDtzVphKvm2VYxmKSK5jrtUFgEPYIODJnDg8/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311320992885282" border="0" /></a>Jason loves this picture. He thinks Haidyn is saying "What's up Willis?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq-ExtQhDzuEjSej1Ydk2HVx7WuJwH2nHYke_p9UDWe3oj71xVBT09xnCr28qyxHxvJevnJTmw_PbIegMGUzrd6pArcchZG4jMlbI7CFbpwg8XFu3SGRJgbgtvYhgZq9C1eJ7ItPLrXw/s1600/IMG_0401.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq-ExtQhDzuEjSej1Ydk2HVx7WuJwH2nHYke_p9UDWe3oj71xVBT09xnCr28qyxHxvJevnJTmw_PbIegMGUzrd6pArcchZG4jMlbI7CFbpwg8XFu3SGRJgbgtvYhgZq9C1eJ7ItPLrXw/s320/IMG_0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311312365379010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My happy little Baby!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f6QozyGqCwMjuSxl254Wy0iwSpkfyMHDZkEUmewL6KyxVijHjqDqOfDFGnm3a2YAIeIhENvYnQ3Z7x_8d6Bs3G_v2qpSTqpkvKrUbdo7zd5iL60NhZY3II39HolMSPLdRj5NxFMxUjU/s1600/IMG_0385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3f6QozyGqCwMjuSxl254Wy0iwSpkfyMHDZkEUmewL6KyxVijHjqDqOfDFGnm3a2YAIeIhENvYnQ3Z7x_8d6Bs3G_v2qpSTqpkvKrUbdo7zd5iL60NhZY3II39HolMSPLdRj5NxFMxUjU/s320/IMG_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311303693798162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Baby's 1st Halloween"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVO9EIrnbH4wZOulYKWa4896b-QUw9dXC1T0GPQLRraWs-QmUuWiRKj6Bf3pToamJq0Gj_hWN-_7ouRrH_pnuylQCOLc19iVmEw3a4bKRrVk3drNcb_CI5yZ2sKvjPtU4A0nqqL6KNVM/s1600/IMG_0371.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVO9EIrnbH4wZOulYKWa4896b-QUw9dXC1T0GPQLRraWs-QmUuWiRKj6Bf3pToamJq0Gj_hWN-_7ouRrH_pnuylQCOLc19iVmEw3a4bKRrVk3drNcb_CI5yZ2sKvjPtU4A0nqqL6KNVM/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533311298409078978" border="0" /></a><br />Sydney wanted to be a UPS driver and Brooke was a queen. Haidyn was a tiger....for about 5 minutes! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's nice to have my smiling baby back! Last Wednesday morning Haidyn woke up with a fever and in the afternoon she threw up. Called the doctor and they told me it was just a stomach bug and to keep her hydrated. Thursday morning it wasn't any better so I took her in to the dr. and by the time we got there her fever was gone. I know that they thought we were just "first time parents". By the time we got home her temp was 102 degrees. Still wasn't any better on Friday. She would wake up with a high fever, drink 6 oz. of pedilyte, fever would go down, lay her down for a nap, wake up and have a high fever again. So on Friday evening we ended up in the ER, and it turns out that she had a UTI. They gave her a dose of antibiotics and within a couple of hours she was already feeling better. We are on the mend now, but it was scary there for a little bit!<br /><br />And today we finally petitioned the court for adoption. So now they tell us that on January 7, 2011, our adoption will be final! It's been quite the journey so far, and we are looking forward to having this thing final! Thank you to all of our friends and family for all of your prayers and support through all of this. We could not have done it without all of you.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-85908112879386188022010-09-07T14:19:00.000-07:002010-11-04T10:32:07.081-07:00Haidyn's Check Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_pki1-x8fO6fbreTHshZuZ32cZ1_f87gH6wgVk9qcIqd9J_fDDvyM2nxN8DElv4zYcmhu6ed_mj08cVBS0yWpew9ZUemuK_Drba9AF0fwJEyHWxbEEKGhOtEcQqmvhyphenhyphenx0expux9hG6U/s1600/Tamales_049%5B1%5D"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_pki1-x8fO6fbreTHshZuZ32cZ1_f87gH6wgVk9qcIqd9J_fDDvyM2nxN8DElv4zYcmhu6ed_mj08cVBS0yWpew9ZUemuK_Drba9AF0fwJEyHWxbEEKGhOtEcQqmvhyphenhyphenx0expux9hG6U/s320/Tamales_049%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514285371483471410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Love this picture!! It was taken a couple of weeks ago at my aunt's house when we were making green corn tamales. Last week Haidyn had a check up and shots, which I think are awful!! You take in a perfectly healthy baby and get a sick one in return! Thankfully it didn't last too long.<br /><br />At 9 1/2 weeks:<br /><br />Weight: 9 lbs. 15 ounces<br />Height: 22 inches<br />Head: 36 cm<br />New things: Smiling...a lot! Talking...a lot!! Last night she slept from 9pm to 6am!!<br /><br />Personally, there is nothing better then when she looks up at you and gives you the biggest, cheesiest smile!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-32457177260470387932010-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:002010-08-30T18:27:17.974-07:00New Beginnings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT6wGBE0Qm8Kahcki-KcILIQHiIPPkZ6qfUtZagfLKKW32fb16HFyv5fGKHBhlVA7edpcmE-RmO-pxp52iWz6NJ4mRKpqXdX6xjLQpoe-Blphjjt5zaUFtDy-wZXpwS-1IpphFhKBdOc/s1600/IMG_4999.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKT6wGBE0Qm8Kahcki-KcILIQHiIPPkZ6qfUtZagfLKKW32fb16HFyv5fGKHBhlVA7edpcmE-RmO-pxp52iWz6NJ4mRKpqXdX6xjLQpoe-Blphjjt5zaUFtDy-wZXpwS-1IpphFhKBdOc/s320/IMG_4999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511371361166834818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZm2CFHRYnmEx5SHXpZPj0s-OoZZPvjlM9GnX6LBmyAphYlBDrfCqAVw3vCWK1eEFgVts3ujLAA-fiR57K57dtRGoxwMGq62qTtPqHLyaji7pwP5NNPJTEvPoS85DCXMZCOHUsKaDoEbs/s1600/IMG_4951.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZm2CFHRYnmEx5SHXpZPj0s-OoZZPvjlM9GnX6LBmyAphYlBDrfCqAVw3vCWK1eEFgVts3ujLAA-fiR57K57dtRGoxwMGq62qTtPqHLyaji7pwP5NNPJTEvPoS85DCXMZCOHUsKaDoEbs/s320/IMG_4951.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511371347980287858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYKJuIy5PHqvspapE8c8kgmqIEmgAHe1gSVVVoxmbFc5HdGfvlPnacDpXmCf3N-aNqdzGKRn2DLiwLfN0lfV9V3Ibk_bXeNmp6t5v21vaVhQzJptOdYMKCfKmoc9PuyFkpbRN6Hl1HC0/s1600/IMG_5001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJYKJuIy5PHqvspapE8c8kgmqIEmgAHe1gSVVVoxmbFc5HdGfvlPnacDpXmCf3N-aNqdzGKRn2DLiwLfN0lfV9V3Ibk_bXeNmp6t5v21vaVhQzJptOdYMKCfKmoc9PuyFkpbRN6Hl1HC0/s320/IMG_5001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511371341108287858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's funny how quickly life can change. Haidyn Rae was born on June 25, 2010 at 5:02pm, and our lives will never be the same. Two and half months ago today we received a phone call. A birth mom wanted to meet with us that Wednesday. All we were told was that the baby is African American, the gender was unknown, and that the baby was due soon....that Saturday soon.<br /><br />We met with Stefannie that Wednesday and talked for about two hours. We talked about nothing really. It seemed that Jason and I were asking the hard questions. All she asked us was if we had a name picked out. We didn't have a first name, but we wanted to give our middle name to the baby.<br /><br />It's hard to describe how we felt when we left. More confused than anything. We had just met with a young woman who was about to place her baby with an adoptive couple, and all she asked us was if we had a name picked out.<br /><br />Thursday had to be the longest day of our lives. At VBS, my six year old niece asked me if we knew anything yet. I told her that maybe by the end of VBS we would know, and she said "OOHH, that long!" Trust me, I knew how she felt. It's hard to hand over control to someone. But to wait for someone to make a decision that would either completely change your life forever or you just keep going on as you did the day before can drive you to insanity! Finally, at 5pm we got the call saying that she had chosen us. After reality sunk in, panic set in. Any day we were going to become parents.<br /><br />I expected that the baby would come on Saturday or maybe Sunday. And I hadn't done much because I didn't even know where to begin to get ready for this baby. I figured that maybe Friday night or Saturday morning we would head for Tucson and I would do some shopping while we waited to hear from the agency. Well, I get a call Friday around 3 pm saying the Stefannie was going into labor. Jason was 30 minutes away from the house, and I was trying to pack things in a hurry. It just seemed like it took us forever to leave. And as we are walking out the door, I get another phone call saying that the birth mom wants me in the room during the delivery and that she was 7cm dilated. Things were moving quickly!<br /><br />Needless to say we didn't make it. Haidyn was born at 5:02pm Friday evening. We got there about an hour after she was born. She weighed in at 7lbs. 2 oz and 19 inches long. Jason likes to say that we had a 24 hour pregnancy....but it was years of labor. I will never forget the feeling of walking into the room and Stefannie handing me this most precious baby girl. Stefannie choose the name Haidyn and we gave her my middle name.<br /><br />This is considered a high risk adoption because the birth father has not been found or contacted. This week we were brought back to reality that nothing is final yet, and that he still has his rights to claim her. I guess this is what faith is all about. Trusting in God, knowing that He knows the bigger picture.<br /><br />For now, we continue loving this beautiful baby that He has placed in our care.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-17524106933222719742010-05-16T06:31:00.000-07:002010-05-16T06:33:04.829-07:00It's hard to argue.....with logic! This is a video from a Tucson City Council meeting.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShkpO9Rf1bo&feature=player_embedded">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShkpO9Rf1bo&feature=player_embedded</a>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-17213801342214666232010-05-06T07:40:00.000-07:002010-05-06T07:41:42.631-07:00Perspective<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;">A little different perspective than you have been hearing recently. Wish<br />all senators, local to federal would explain things like this.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"><br />"I'm Arizona State Senator Sylvia Allen. I want to explain SB 1070 which I<br />voted for and was just signed by Governor Jan Brewer.<br /><br />Rancher Rob Krentz was murdered by the drug cartel on his ranch a month ago.<br />I participated in a senate hearing two weeks ago on the border violence,<br />here is just some of the highlights from those who testified.<br /><br />The people who live within 60 to 80 miles of the Arizona/Mexico Border have<br />for years been terrorized and have pleaded for help to stop the daily<br />invasion of humans who cross their property . One Rancher testified that 300<br />to 1200 people a DAY come across his ranch vandalizing his property,<br />stealing his vehicles and property, cutting down his fences, and leaving<br />trash.. In the last two years he has found 17 dead bodies and two Koran<br />bibles.<br /><br />Another rancher testified that daily drugs are brought across his ranch in a<br />military operation. A point man with a machine gun goes in front, 1/2 mile<br />behind are the guards fully armed, 1/2 mile behind them are the drugs,<br />behind the drugs 1/2 mile are more guards. These people are violent and they<br />will kill anyone who gets in the way. This was not the only rancher we heard<br />that day that talked about the drug trains.<br /><br />One man told of two illegal's who came upon his property one shot in the<br />back and the other in the arm by the drug runners who had forced them to<br />carry the drugs and then shot them. Daily they listen to gun fire during the<br />night it is not safe to leave his family alone on the ranch and they can't<br />leave the ranch for fear of nothing being left when they come back.<br /><br />The border patrol is not on the border. They have set up 60 miles away with<br />check points that do nothing to stop the invasion. They are not allowed to<br />use force in stopping anyone who is entering. They run around chasing them,<br />if they get their hands on them then they can take them back across the<br />border.<br /><br />Federal prisons have over 35% illegal's and 20% of Arizona prisons are<br />filled with illegal's. In the last few years 80% of our law enforcement that<br />have been killed or wounded have been by an illegal.<br /><br />The majority of people coming now are people we need to be worried about.<br />The ranchers told us that they have seen a change in the people coming they<br />are not just those who are looking for work and a better life.<br /><br />The Federal Government has refused for years to do anything to help the<br />border states . We have been over run and once they are here we have the<br />burden of funding state services that they use. Education cost have been<br />over a billion dollars. The healthcare cost billions of dollars. Our State<br />is broke, $3.5 billion deficit and we have many serious decisions to make.<br />One is that we do not have the money to care for any who are not here<br />legally. It has to stop. The border can be secured. We have the technology we </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;">have the ability to stop this invasion. We must know who is coming and they must come in an<br />organized manner legally so that we can assimilate them into our population<br />and protect the sovereignty of our country. We are a nation of laws. We have<br />a responsibility to protect our citizens and to protect the integrity of our<br />country and the government which we live under.<br /><br />I would give amnesty today to many, but here is the problem, we dare not do<br />this until the Border is secure. It will do no good to forgive them because<br />thousands will come behind them and we will be over run to the point that<br />there will no longer be the United States of America but a North American<br />Union of open borders. I ask you what form of government will we live under?<br />How long will it be before we will be just like Mexico , Canada or any of the<br />other Central American or South American countries? We have already lost our<br />language, everything must be printed in Spanish also. We have already lost<br />our history it is no longer taught in our schools. And we have lost our<br />borders.<br /><br />The leftist media has distorted what SB 1070 will do. It is not going to set<br />up a Nazi Germany. Are you kidding. The ACLU and the leftist courts will do<br />everything to protect those who are here illegally, but it was an effort to<br />try and stop illegal's from setting up businesses, and employment, and<br />receiving state services and give the ability to local law enforcement when<br />there is probable cause like a traffic stop to determine if they are here<br />legally. Federal law is very clear if you are here on a visa you must have<br />your papers on you at all times. That is the law. In Arizona all you need to<br />show that you are a legal citizen is a driver license, MVD identification card,<br />Native American Card, or a Military ID. This is what you need to vote, get a<br />hunting license, etc.. So nothing new has been added to this law. No one is<br />going to be stopped walking down the street etc... The Socialist who are in<br />power in DC are angry because we dare try and do something and that<br />something the Socialist wants us to do is just let them come. They want the<br />"Transformation" to continue.<br /><br />Maybe it is too late to save America . Maybe we are not worthy of freedom<br />anymore. But as an elected official I must try to do what I can to protect<br />our Constitutional Republic . Living in America is not a right just because<br />you can walk across the border. Being an American is a responsibility and it<br />comes by respecting and upholding the Constitution the law of our land which<br />says what you must do to be a citizen of this country. Freedom is not free."</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"> </span></p>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-84092590686402442602010-05-05T06:58:00.000-07:002010-05-05T07:10:10.313-07:00The Rain Maker....that's what Jason calls it anyway. I, however, like to call it The Skunk Eliminator! I am referring to the hay swather. I have had the joy of swathing hay. On Saturday, I swathed the last half of field for Jason. As I was driving along, I hear the "thud" and thought to myself "huh...that was weird". And then the <span style="font-style: italic;">smell</span>. Being this was my first experience to actually run over a skunk in the swather, I wasn't sure of proper protocol. I did just keep driving and the smell did go away more quickly than what I had anticipated.<br /><br />Yesterday. Yesterday I was given the opportunity, again, to swath hay. This time, however, I found out about a skunk reunion that was happening out in the hay field. Had I known that this event was happening, I probably would have waited for a more opportune time to cut the hay. However, I was uniformed and naively thought that family reunions only happen on the weekends! Needless to say, I knew that by the time I finished swathing, I was going to need to take a tomato bath to get the stink off of my body!! <br /><br />Jason did let me into bed last night....so I'm guessing I didn't stink too bad!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-58584595667032791652010-05-02T08:33:00.000-07:002010-05-02T08:41:01.903-07:00Wordless Sunday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAXwKb3N_54xwqQ6IiP6LMhhO5KeTXMBNoLdQJoNSFD-OTwMnIBWa2711cyothyphenhyphenm9s0UfvvEDF-fBgpGa2DNfYkUNhpszDxetxwbzEjFOPNsrPKUQ6qJTFeBYdLL6xnWC35ku_hRNXhk/s1600/Jason+and+Cisco.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAXwKb3N_54xwqQ6IiP6LMhhO5KeTXMBNoLdQJoNSFD-OTwMnIBWa2711cyothyphenhyphenm9s0UfvvEDF-fBgpGa2DNfYkUNhpszDxetxwbzEjFOPNsrPKUQ6qJTFeBYdLL6xnWC35ku_hRNXhk/s400/Jason+and+Cisco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466698019032933042" border="0" /></a>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-32929125164535713032010-04-30T18:10:00.000-07:002010-04-30T18:19:24.660-07:00Again...why?All this up roar about Arizona passing a law that says it is a crime to be in AZ illegally is silly. It's already a federal law, why shouldn't our police officers be able to do the same thing as the border patrol? If you are here illegally than you are breaking the law, and if you are breaking the law then any law enforcement should be able to enforce the law. <br /><br />And, now, the violence has continued. An Arizona deputy has been shot out in the desert by an AK-47 in a known drug and human smuggling corridor south of Phoenix. According to the news, they are still searching for the down officer. When will this stop?? Our friends' home was vandalized today, while they were home, and last week a vehicle was stolen from the farm.<br /><br />People just don't get it.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-31407227906197324822010-04-22T14:27:00.000-07:002010-04-28T07:18:34.949-07:00April in AZToday is April 22 and it is raining, snowing, and the wind is blowing about 100 mph! Today is also my dad's birthday, and 53 years ago on this day all the cotton in this valley was lost due to rain, snow, and hail. And 53 years later, my father's daughter is glad that the cotton is still in the ground!<br /><br />Jason and I did plant cotton this year....and chile. It feels so good to back in the groove of things. We went from farming chile, milo, barley, hay, to only farming hay, to farming hay, chile, cotton, corn, & milo again. We are so thankful that God has blessed us with the opportunity to rent some land this year.<br /><br />Speaking of hay, Jason has (or will soon) shut off the water to some of the hay. So it looks like next week we will start our 2010 hay season. Am I ready? No. Still tired from last year....<br /><br />Cisco (my colt) is growing like a weed!! And he is full of add-it-tude! ;) He is two weeks old today, likes to run, filling out with some serious muscles, likes to drink water and "gum" hay, and his front two teeth are in. He also likes to buck and kick, especially at humans. I just wonder when I can start working him in the round pen.....<br /><br />Cake season has also begun today. I am in the process of making two cakes right now, a cake next weekend for my sister's graduation from nursing school, and two wedding cakes in June and July.<br /><br />It's shaping up to be a wild and crazy year, but I love it!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-39014564771269991502010-04-13T09:03:00.000-07:002010-04-13T09:15:57.761-07:00NPRNPR has published some good stories about life and the violence on the border. I know that it is hard to fully understand what it is like to live on the border, but I thought that these stories did it some justice. <br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125737965&sc=fb&cc=fp"><br />http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125737965&sc=fb&cc=fp</a><br /><a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125792592">http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=125792592</a><br /><br />Please be praying for our nation. We are continually heading in the wrong direction, and farther and farther away from God.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-17495844253674047762010-04-09T08:45:00.001-07:002010-04-09T08:57:12.424-07:00He is Finally Here!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdqcHLCaYluhlpE1GB9nIplo5YavL96HSxYtQFz7WLGBZcsA8rSYCLqXhc-V2zy9oO_-qGvCIdjIU__AQZ-TAj5Cx-kcCVkxfbpHCrnH6pFWmBQKUSt9y2GC_aiV-bk5WA6v4xVucH7M/s1600/Windy+and+Teaspoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdqcHLCaYluhlpE1GB9nIplo5YavL96HSxYtQFz7WLGBZcsA8rSYCLqXhc-V2zy9oO_-qGvCIdjIU__AQZ-TAj5Cx-kcCVkxfbpHCrnH6pFWmBQKUSt9y2GC_aiV-bk5WA6v4xVucH7M/s400/Windy+and+Teaspoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458165319169104162" border="0" /></a>We have been waiting since Saturday for this little one! Finally, last night he was born while we were gone. My mom stopped by the house, and actually got to witness his birth. Jason and I were at Tammy & Steven's, which she didn't know, so she couldn't reach us on our cell phones! He was born at 7:25 pm on April 8, 2010. It was 9:30 pm before we got home, but we were able to help him nurse. The picture above is of Teaspoon when she was a day old. He looks so much like his momma!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuZ_53YI8C-2sn8R6MTpqmcFP4VGg_40z7-8kqRQfkrEJB99-mLo4OsKIvi-X1QNc5Ykt7SPEW2AkjXuupqMmR1ttLtXrIwrjAJqWbRl46rVJk5g_fxDWJHym9fKm1Dp_tEa3QJ0g7C8/s1600/Teaspoon+%26+Colt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuZ_53YI8C-2sn8R6MTpqmcFP4VGg_40z7-8kqRQfkrEJB99-mLo4OsKIvi-X1QNc5Ykt7SPEW2AkjXuupqMmR1ttLtXrIwrjAJqWbRl46rVJk5g_fxDWJHym9fKm1Dp_tEa3QJ0g7C8/s400/Teaspoon+%26+Colt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458165060599557138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvzMLGDpKcy-j2uTa-NRX6rDq5ACwFSy8aSfM5M9EPWgy5N9WXsNh_hpXMX5deAXk-cFFVMUZhL49_AYAC7vYz-jSa2K4K8um-2rD579S80c_Cn2Qq5GWwlAILKWJO3ziPn1AP2IOreE/s1600/Colt+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMvzMLGDpKcy-j2uTa-NRX6rDq5ACwFSy8aSfM5M9EPWgy5N9WXsNh_hpXMX5deAXk-cFFVMUZhL49_AYAC7vYz-jSa2K4K8um-2rD579S80c_Cn2Qq5GWwlAILKWJO3ziPn1AP2IOreE/s400/Colt+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458165056397551602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgmxme1tiQPklrfBw5BDTD1-bs7X_H4NDeo7vVixT872e6FXBV_fq0_lglrEc86S7MYDDm0agbzoJ-DTCPXctBuIljKoAlm7FzSouYLUdfdOky-B7jAXqC9udyriPRLJ91MAgQ5GqcLE/s1600/Colt+2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgmxme1tiQPklrfBw5BDTD1-bs7X_H4NDeo7vVixT872e6FXBV_fq0_lglrEc86S7MYDDm0agbzoJ-DTCPXctBuIljKoAlm7FzSouYLUdfdOky-B7jAXqC9udyriPRLJ91MAgQ5GqcLE/s400/Colt+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458165050152117090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOqs5pecYq_pWVfEsbim_wA7l5O77qZapA_MeRSc-SO4i6ohp-UK-S_HbkLvd90hCcaksEpPpt3cFYBnFf0TSjJXBkUpPfwQlVv7fAZE3OGP_QpOPH2argHEToKLaLfnqZ-s5ZrllFFk/s1600/Baby+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicOqs5pecYq_pWVfEsbim_wA7l5O77qZapA_MeRSc-SO4i6ohp-UK-S_HbkLvd90hCcaksEpPpt3cFYBnFf0TSjJXBkUpPfwQlVv7fAZE3OGP_QpOPH2argHEToKLaLfnqZ-s5ZrllFFk/s400/Baby+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458165040240246146" border="0" /></a>All four feet are white and he is full of sassafras!! Momma and baby are both doing well, and Coffee Pot hasn't gone far. My 29 year old gelding LOVES babies and this is the third birth that he has been here for. Also, I don't have name! Any ideas???Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-23571327007101519782010-04-07T10:22:00.000-07:002010-04-07T10:41:44.276-07:00Blah, Blah, Blah!I wasn't expecting much, but seriously??? <br /><br /><br /> Thank you for taking the time to share your<br />thoughts with me. I value your comments and inquiries. (sure ya do)<br /> <br /> I greatly appreciate the outpouring of messages<br />from Americans across the country and around the world. <br />Some comments are supportive, others are critical, but all<br />reflect the desire of Americans to participate in a dialogue<br />about our common concerns and challenges.<br /> <br /> To learn more about my Administration or to<br />contact me in the future, please visit<br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270660904_0">www.WhiteHouse.gov</span></a>. Thank you again for writing.<br /><br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br /><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1270660904_1">Barack Obama</span><br /><br /><br />To be a part of our agenda for change, join us at<br />www.WhiteHouse.gov<br /><br /><br />Wow. I can sure feel all that "love" coming from D.C., where they say that have such on open administration and that they want to hear from the people. Yeah. November 2010 can NOT get here quick enough. <br /><br />Thankfully, I have a faith in a great God and find comfort in His word. <br /><br />Deuteronomy 1:13<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Choose wise, understanding, and knowledgeable men from among your tribes, and I will make them heads over you.</span><br /><br />I guess that we have to keep praying that we, as Americans, will choose wisely in 2010.Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-18336861371690624662010-04-05T17:57:00.000-07:002010-04-05T18:06:30.040-07:00Did you know?Did you know that you can contact our very own president and he will get back to you?!? Yep, I tried it out. Well, I just sent my email message and asked to get a message back. Check it out <span class="f"><cite><a href="www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/">www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/</a>. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />( I don't know why it won't get off of italics!) But, anyway, I sent my message asking for help down here on the border. Seems a murder of an American rancher isn't a big enough deal to get Washington's attention. I have also wrote to our own governor and several media outlets. We can no longer be silent.<br /><br />I'll let you know when I get a message back from the President........<br /></span></span></span></span></cite></span>Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-31598252762521504302010-03-28T17:31:00.000-07:002010-03-28T18:32:52.532-07:00War ZoneI live in a war zone. I live in a war zone, and I live in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. Today was the first time in my life that I spent time with a family who just lost a son, a husband, a father, a friend who did not die of old age, he did not die of cancer, he did not die in a car accident, he died because he was murdered. He was murdered by a Mexican who was here illegally. He was shot as he was out checking water on HIS ranch. We live in a war zone and we live in the USA.<br /><br />Every politician wants to turn their heads, close their eyes and ears to the war that happens everyday on this border. When will they wise up? When will our rights as an American citizen be more than those who come here illegally, and break our laws, take away our freedoms, and kill our neighbors? I am tired of being told that I don't count and that I do not matter.<br /><br />People really don't understand what it is like to live close to the border. Our friends don't even think about leaving the house without a pistol and a rifle and they are ranchers. They live in a war zone. These are dangerous people, who are not afraid to take anyone's life so that they can continue to haul their drugs into the US. <br /><br />How many lives have to be lost before Washington will stop playing games? This is not a game. And don't believe for one second that our borders our secure! That is a huge, HUGE lie. Check it out for yourself at www.borderinvasionpics.com. This is all happening in our backyard. <br /><br />I have been pondering all day as to what we can do. First of all, pray. Pray for our friends and family who risk their lives everyday just by being out on their ranch. Pray for our leaders in Washington that they will finally use a little wisdom. And second, we have to voice our concerns. We can't just complain about what Washington and our state governments are deciding for us. We have to get involved. <br /><br />They did not catch the man who murdered the rancher. They should have, but they did not. When will we the citizens finally say "enough is enough". Or will we have to stand by the motto of "live free or die"?Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-64711304560057106672010-02-27T06:27:00.000-08:002010-02-27T06:43:31.897-08:00Winter in the Desert<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H4D9lflpUyBfkIrNITHspoafVSYs-7ZatEzs6ZWFat6MKmVba0VWkAFQFIHqYsyqEPnzxEc-VkZ17jGkcVLLisxcr8SR9F-ZUnjocSNJuv1JQy_9RlhfK6SyMSA3zIZvRRwAeIf4HlU/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H4D9lflpUyBfkIrNITHspoafVSYs-7ZatEzs6ZWFat6MKmVba0VWkAFQFIHqYsyqEPnzxEc-VkZ17jGkcVLLisxcr8SR9F-ZUnjocSNJuv1JQy_9RlhfK6SyMSA3zIZvRRwAeIf4HlU/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442931004158582818" border="0" /></a><br />The winter here has been incredible! We have enjoyed rain in the valley and lots of snow in the mountains. Last weekend Janette was here, so we spent a little time up in Turkey Creek. It is so beautiful!! It is a special time to get to see the water in the mountains. It's amazing how the sound of water is so peaceful and refreshing. As farmers, we pray that this water will help our water situation in the valley.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtPG6BcXDbZVaJMuMF5yqyE-OhTVO4poPbZu5u7otSPtiNyNu933Rq08Q30rCvXjdCl7J50sVsUkQDjhkTsgq5MXJ3AApmPKV6kTcvfiKgtEfeeUeW6cgVsx-sqH1f9DLckfwVOu_tdA/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtPG6BcXDbZVaJMuMF5yqyE-OhTVO4poPbZu5u7otSPtiNyNu933Rq08Q30rCvXjdCl7J50sVsUkQDjhkTsgq5MXJ3AApmPKV6kTcvfiKgtEfeeUeW6cgVsx-sqH1f9DLckfwVOu_tdA/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442930997583020738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4RNfTXUiQrkX869ouIrP8Ds2UcV3PqqU26JDX_I7o3I1hO8tvzdmPKv4mx9TPe05WYsDJPQeRNgSUq-CrGV7pWY28k1ALRx3faSvOb7shdQJ_0E70gWUj0wdXHuLqe_oWy6XflSRzC8/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4RNfTXUiQrkX869ouIrP8Ds2UcV3PqqU26JDX_I7o3I1hO8tvzdmPKv4mx9TPe05WYsDJPQeRNgSUq-CrGV7pWY28k1ALRx3faSvOb7shdQJ_0E70gWUj0wdXHuLqe_oWy6XflSRzC8/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442930984388104930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKOgay5NXALg3rdyuK_4KDBZ7BAfEwTufUWuRSOBmG9bFpcVbabU_DIyprLr1ofbLcFIqXQt7hdP6WLJy2D0nHGwli1mFywJ61OYM4AYMXH6psAaL2lWfpjcniWwI0sIvFQm0BkG9KC8/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXKOgay5NXALg3rdyuK_4KDBZ7BAfEwTufUWuRSOBmG9bFpcVbabU_DIyprLr1ofbLcFIqXQt7hdP6WLJy2D0nHGwli1mFywJ61OYM4AYMXH6psAaL2lWfpjcniWwI0sIvFQm0BkG9KC8/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442930977506274098" border="0" /></a>I love living in AZ where the scenery can change so drastically in just a 20 minute drive! We had fun with you, Nette! Ready for you to come back soon, and maybe the water will really be running when the snow starts to melt!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-2778835346077678672010-02-22T14:17:00.000-08:002010-02-22T14:34:35.038-08:00Jason<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndVvfP1f6WQB2JxwKevkGuibCFEURXB0j7tphItmw6bwcvkRgiD_RFTm4jOaemLhcD5Prbf0wxBZdDIob9IjwXX2ejUI1ss2cyS3XLy5QLV3mRf28S26ESZKQ_MC3gpW8DrAMPUOniZg/s1600-h/IMG_1280.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndVvfP1f6WQB2JxwKevkGuibCFEURXB0j7tphItmw6bwcvkRgiD_RFTm4jOaemLhcD5Prbf0wxBZdDIob9IjwXX2ejUI1ss2cyS3XLy5QLV3mRf28S26ESZKQ_MC3gpW8DrAMPUOniZg/s400/IMG_1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441196194038158162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiPYg8Arzz8IWZodwqWrUQWiNHLDXSfUwBojVwT2Q4vETr6wLGyGallKZzuq6k07FpQzFESFQai4Co9nmRSL-yuHk-UGRzZ236dMAoy7MTrm4aJy0oFaC3c6uyrtfjsMoXFos6xmY_cQ/s1600-h/IMG_1282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiPYg8Arzz8IWZodwqWrUQWiNHLDXSfUwBojVwT2Q4vETr6wLGyGallKZzuq6k07FpQzFESFQai4Co9nmRSL-yuHk-UGRzZ236dMAoy7MTrm4aJy0oFaC3c6uyrtfjsMoXFos6xmY_cQ/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441196181907777074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyi1QMWhEtgkYzD_Ae-rfTyRpqXYej062mTgcWX0h3nqa7BMYQdTmGiC0t5uSHbFgCgXo-azBErMth1XZLw8y5oGzF7DOa90AWUyGUIFEmKZ-hJWMRxKU_JlLYSw2Msb5XlKbkaTy8FA/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyi1QMWhEtgkYzD_Ae-rfTyRpqXYej062mTgcWX0h3nqa7BMYQdTmGiC0t5uSHbFgCgXo-azBErMth1XZLw8y5oGzF7DOa90AWUyGUIFEmKZ-hJWMRxKU_JlLYSw2Msb5XlKbkaTy8FA/s400/IMG_1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441196175276366018" border="0" /></a><br />I came home for lunch and this is what I found. I've been teasing Jason about not getting me anything for our anniversary or for Valentine's day. He keeps telling me that he is looking for that "special something". <br /><br />Well, today is special and for him to think of me this day is way more important than either of the other two days. Today it has been one year since I miscarried. It's hard to believe that a whole year has gone by, and that I still miss and think about that baby <span style="font-style: italic;">everyday</span>. But, today, my sweet husband remembered me and my pain, and along with the card he wrote me a note. I have decided to share it with all of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It seems hard for me to understand the pain and the loss completely the way you do right now. But I feel it, too, as much as I can. And I love you deeply and can't even express in words what you and your happiness means to me! Thank you for being who you are, even when I'm not who I need to be. Your support, encouragement, and love promise me that we can handle whatever is to come in our future....with God's help!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>I praise God for such a wonderful husband who I do not deserve. His compassion and understanding is what helps me endure days like this. I love you, Jason!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-57387439876650541672010-02-12T13:33:00.000-08:002010-02-12T13:56:10.238-08:00Playing catch upI'm still alive, I promise! This is just a "catch up" blog. Usually, the winter is what we refer to as our slow time...not this year. Our calves kept us SOOO busy and now that they are gone I feel that my life is without purpose. OK, it's not really that bad but I do miss them terribly! Last month we sold one group of calves here in Willcox, and the other group we shipped to La Junta, CO. As a bonus, I got a small vacation out of the deal!! The calves left on a Saturday morning and we left Sunday morning. <br /><br />We went straight to the sale barn in La Junta to check on the calves. They remembered me!! That was my last moment with #36. Sad isn't it! But once we knew that they were all ok we headed to Colorado Springs. We called a few people and gave them "hey, we just happen to be in town......what are you doing?" We were able to spend time with Jason's friend Eric, his wife and new baby, and his parents. We had a really good visit with them, and then we went and saw my cousin, Aaron, and his wife, Christina. We had a great visit with them as well. The next morning we went to Focus on the Family! That place is so awesome!! And if you like Adventures in Odyssey, you will LOVE their Whit's End wonderland park. We both agreed that one day when we have children old enough we are going back!<br /><br />We left there and went back to La Junta to watch my babies sell. I was so sad when we left....I cried. Jason looked at me like I was crazy, but I just couldn't help. Even now, as I write this, tears. I told him that I would rather just have yearlings all year than farm. It was so much work, but so much fun! I miss them so much.<br /><br />Anyway, since then we have added to our family. Her name is Daisy and she is a yellow lab puppy. And she is all puppy! She has been bitten twice on the face by one or both of our other dogs because she doesn't ever stop biting....ever! Jason loves her, but the jury is still out for me. Not really into the whole puppy stage. She is cute though.<br /><br />My mom and my grandparents are in Israel at this very moment! She sends a text everyday and they have been to the Jordan River, where they could be re-baptized if they wanted, the Mediterranean Sea and now they are on their way to Jerusalem. They are going to Egypt as well. I can't wait to hear about their stories and experiences in the Holy Land. I'm jealous!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-17474154928246055352009-12-26T12:17:00.000-08:002009-12-26T12:40:37.692-08:00A fun filled Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB78FclwqdjjiZOMUzk4pkm0O_Hy3llEqWbUJm9gv-VG4S7DsUtk_zzQ58tzEZaGxkwMqbva0JKTZdft95u4LbqQ4oy6sRROjjhyphenhyphenu2vnkZzQgiOdu3rxxZU5JL5wSMzo6e1CbHW5fFO2s/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+wild+rags.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB78FclwqdjjiZOMUzk4pkm0O_Hy3llEqWbUJm9gv-VG4S7DsUtk_zzQ58tzEZaGxkwMqbva0JKTZdft95u4LbqQ4oy6sRROjjhyphenhyphenu2vnkZzQgiOdu3rxxZU5JL5wSMzo6e1CbHW5fFO2s/s320/Mom+%26+Dad+wild+rags.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644077638954690" border="0" /></a>Hope everyone had a fun, safe, and a very Merry Christmas!! Our tradition is to start off Christmas morning at my Grandma's house for her famous cinnamon rolls, a family picture, and our gift exchange. Then we head over to my parents house for another gift exchange and Christmas dinner. <br /><br />Here my parents are modeling the wild rags that I had got my mom. Aren't they cute?!?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFqcxymc7_qgGFjpNlRsa5H8jnMUK4J8WFJoFQr4ehIpuiFOR3JSZi7VIdWsgHfvKmlUXUWUxRit2QkK9J6i-st2JljgUC2euUzH4nJ0fflOBHxc8Rv6jRPbV-rlTTtM5h704e_2glbQ/s1600-h/White+Family+2009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFqcxymc7_qgGFjpNlRsa5H8jnMUK4J8WFJoFQr4ehIpuiFOR3JSZi7VIdWsgHfvKmlUXUWUxRit2QkK9J6i-st2JljgUC2euUzH4nJ0fflOBHxc8Rv6jRPbV-rlTTtM5h704e_2glbQ/s320/White+Family+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419642943244541730" border="0" /></a><br />This is our White family picture. My grandma has so many Christmas pictures hanging on her wall, and we all agreed that we are looking better as we age!<br /><br />Rocky, Preston, Andrew, Dad, Jason, Chris<br />Paul, Paula, Kathy, Mom, Jodie, Grandpa<br />Denise, Brooke, Grandma, Sydney, Me<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOC_2aRuk91ZCMD2aSYK_SOE6BbEAbmSIjdSIiCi45lC_xkR4lTFUIKlBo1Pis7s4IJR98ldbaN03gsnWtkoEiYJbz9J9QIGZkMpEUuwcvpHjwZOQXD2Z3ODuUflDXxAmyrUkjj-3CC4Q/s1600-h/4+cousins.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOC_2aRuk91ZCMD2aSYK_SOE6BbEAbmSIjdSIiCi45lC_xkR4lTFUIKlBo1Pis7s4IJR98ldbaN03gsnWtkoEiYJbz9J9QIGZkMpEUuwcvpHjwZOQXD2Z3ODuUflDXxAmyrUkjj-3CC4Q/s320/4+cousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419642933849353938" border="0" /></a><br />Two of our very sweet cousins! Denise is a nurse at the hospital in Sierra Vista, and Andrew is playing college baseball in Oklahoma.<br /><br />Denise, Me, Stacey, Andrew<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NRjXG7mI50Dm2diHo3HJ_YN1opH2K-iZ0UpkW8CrIGE_EJn9BvsaTksLABRr4CYh_z3zGUtoqH77Wzie9V2f5kMDEeQgdK__u5Fs6hAYwsbnkPUbvu-vVX8cP5M6tIjXpwvcPq-P1eM/s1600-h/Dad+with+fried+crane.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NRjXG7mI50Dm2diHo3HJ_YN1opH2K-iZ0UpkW8CrIGE_EJn9BvsaTksLABRr4CYh_z3zGUtoqH77Wzie9V2f5kMDEeQgdK__u5Fs6hAYwsbnkPUbvu-vVX8cP5M6tIjXpwvcPq-P1eM/s320/Dad+with+fried+crane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419642917569490866" border="0" /></a><br />My parents always fry their turkeys. So this year my grandpa thought that it would be a great idea to fry a sand hill crane. My dad looks proud, but my Aunt Kathy doesn't look so sure.<br /><br />Now we are waiting for Jen Jen's Circus to come to town so that we can finish celebrating!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-24542211243379805422009-12-20T17:39:00.000-08:002009-12-20T18:01:26.122-08:00Busy Times<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRPfRPXFBxXt_xjFAX0uYM-UDGf56fiE3hm9IAOUxPU353-HFekmudkCaCoG_mTmCFF-NORLbdd9YVt3Vl3JVEg6_mxvmHPvOfEVGmy_Th5JtsVokugudO0wxf7OiSglkAcZVGzBjadQ/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggRPfRPXFBxXt_xjFAX0uYM-UDGf56fiE3hm9IAOUxPU353-HFekmudkCaCoG_mTmCFF-NORLbdd9YVt3Vl3JVEg6_mxvmHPvOfEVGmy_Th5JtsVokugudO0wxf7OiSglkAcZVGzBjadQ/s200/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417499554724531458" border="0" /></a>Merry Christmas from Arizona! Good friends of ours had there annual Christmas party yesterday, and this was her Christmas tree. She had the local FFA chapter make the ornaments which were brands from ranches in the area.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy6ey39ywQ-tZJ0DAtw0uK4Rxrdraol_f7FX9C9GLS9pzX43SBghbgm4zVgm-foziT0-sBlW9akSy7zweCS2IZfABDZjpmu5FrMf68lBOx71yhh-wRXDAN7RkovIoKVyn0yRsXrmX3wI/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzy6ey39ywQ-tZJ0DAtw0uK4Rxrdraol_f7FX9C9GLS9pzX43SBghbgm4zVgm-foziT0-sBlW9akSy7zweCS2IZfABDZjpmu5FrMf68lBOx71yhh-wRXDAN7RkovIoKVyn0yRsXrmX3wI/s200/IMG_0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417499549448411506" border="0" /></a><br />Jason and I have been so busy taking care of our calves. This pretty much consumes most of our day everyday!! But as you can tell I'm in love with some of them. That is 36 giving me a kiss on the check. He is so sweet.....I'm going to miss him the most when they are gone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJg2kKXonTogS0-EltvEdN4mxJYHXW5Wvj-8IAmURDZvK36qh45DH9Eq-Y5JhAxA6HpVaUcU4bVIFNb8NEZQ0gH31rP0y5f1Cnu2cCUrCrUtmftObbjnMHoEGtaeCLtfnUVn9oswMjHM/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJg2kKXonTogS0-EltvEdN4mxJYHXW5Wvj-8IAmURDZvK36qh45DH9Eq-Y5JhAxA6HpVaUcU4bVIFNb8NEZQ0gH31rP0y5f1Cnu2cCUrCrUtmftObbjnMHoEGtaeCLtfnUVn9oswMjHM/s200/IMG_1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417499541172851842" border="0" /></a><br />My most recent cake. Not only did it look good, but it tasted really good! I think that I've found a new cake recipe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hope you have a wonderful Christmas celebrating the birth of our Savior!!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-75170067980372146552009-10-27T19:12:00.000-07:002009-10-27T19:29:51.950-07:00Tis The Season....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHV1CtPBvPfEDYFkYsauNL1s8Aa9xwLj8klg8hS1UeteJZWCneG1rkq_F0msJOoyAzQ1oT9Gc5p8E8lyLdYIZioh7oeN0pRLkC5ewZb9c8PmBsF2Fyp56m8J_Rno9pt4qpnG3vUgGCB2A/s1600-h/IMG_0842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHV1CtPBvPfEDYFkYsauNL1s8Aa9xwLj8klg8hS1UeteJZWCneG1rkq_F0msJOoyAzQ1oT9Gc5p8E8lyLdYIZioh7oeN0pRLkC5ewZb9c8PmBsF2Fyp56m8J_Rno9pt4qpnG3vUgGCB2A/s320/IMG_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397469180991736098" border="0" /></a><br />for cotton harvest!! Dad started stripping cotton yesterday, so I took the opportunity to snap a few shots. The field is so white that from the highway it looks like snow. This could possible be one of his best fields ever, and he has grown some pretty good cotton these last couple of years.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvM7k8QXmG4Jzdo_WTghofNzh43j9L9S39PcqClR7jdUX1KRhJZzK3vhuultiHZ8NBYrm8A1I1sHPWKO1J6zMj4VpNWmYzyEb1En9qWsOnP6WGjzNaocqG7ZLJILni4j1mjNKaVEJqLI/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXvM7k8QXmG4Jzdo_WTghofNzh43j9L9S39PcqClR7jdUX1KRhJZzK3vhuultiHZ8NBYrm8A1I1sHPWKO1J6zMj4VpNWmYzyEb1En9qWsOnP6WGjzNaocqG7ZLJILni4j1mjNKaVEJqLI/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397469175096650178" border="0" /></a><br />This picture is blurry, but he had just dumped a load onto the bowl buggy, which my brother is driving. And Preston is moving the cotton around so that they can get more into the buggy. The first time you see this done you think that they are going to dump it on the ground!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PFrCzRVrA80z93IMsSoIWbFwikGk7E0-ec1lVei10PmB6UiqRabUio90oABPvc9OXNdeAjoCs6ZbIQsxLgPe6-lhgkHNTtRZ2vfi2yYD0DXhp1JAjOmn8sf0sBUw4AM9JAd5I1kc6RU/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PFrCzRVrA80z93IMsSoIWbFwikGk7E0-ec1lVei10PmB6UiqRabUio90oABPvc9OXNdeAjoCs6ZbIQsxLgPe6-lhgkHNTtRZ2vfi2yYD0DXhp1JAjOmn8sf0sBUw4AM9JAd5I1kc6RU/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397469167375585858" border="0" /></a>Here he is dumping the cotton into the module builder, and from there is gets pressed into a nice block of cotton that can be hauled away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOKgtx_yBJEfs1lU9Vp_0QGb_L_y_n7Ggavm-y4GAYI-R3uL61kRhVX1AWWUISM9MpIN7A_VDbEO0KdCA2Pr4MwXdwy-OpT_NogBVM37KWeqSyyALHECp9Ra8nGXcgIFVoVBhJPLbOKU/s1600-h/IMG_0840.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgOKgtx_yBJEfs1lU9Vp_0QGb_L_y_n7Ggavm-y4GAYI-R3uL61kRhVX1AWWUISM9MpIN7A_VDbEO0KdCA2Pr4MwXdwy-OpT_NogBVM37KWeqSyyALHECp9Ra8nGXcgIFVoVBhJPLbOKU/s320/IMG_0840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397469163983970738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Isn't it beautiful?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYmb4rPGMcNsGJ3rKtI_0-pCfXejFq6IKtz5B7Ao9JXjQiAVGp_xL4cAdy8LRqlpyLruquM1eQAS4pAWL277fdOdODdndEJipu3msCtM7y6LLBsuE3sd1T1Z-pe2wSef0Yo2UumjFpRA/s1600-h/IMG_0872.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYmb4rPGMcNsGJ3rKtI_0-pCfXejFq6IKtz5B7Ao9JXjQiAVGp_xL4cAdy8LRqlpyLruquM1eQAS4pAWL277fdOdODdndEJipu3msCtM7y6LLBsuE3sd1T1Z-pe2wSef0Yo2UumjFpRA/s320/IMG_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397469158738188114" border="0" /></a><br />"Riding off into the sunset"!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When I was little, my family raised lots of cotton as did others in this valley. I remember getting to jump in the cotton trailers to smash down the cotton so that they could get as much as possible in the trailers. We also lived right next to the cotton gin, and I remember one time spending the night inside of one of the trailers. All those fun memories came flooding back yesterday with the smell of the cotton! What a wonderful life growing up as a farm kid....and being a farmer's wife!!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-72007407597099263552009-10-18T18:23:00.000-07:002009-10-19T12:50:16.486-07:00One of those weeks.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMr1TmsZkcj8pTCBxezjaHGwnLnBOzsYK7m6meCSImwplh1BJCmJ4YT1jAjHbPx3YJjEoO4yyJCXUkom3zUbBhtrJCXlxff8qE39rtbeGBK8OrPU1ku3kwtvIklfHaEZBMTNA69vxyh8/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMr1TmsZkcj8pTCBxezjaHGwnLnBOzsYK7m6meCSImwplh1BJCmJ4YT1jAjHbPx3YJjEoO4yyJCXUkom3zUbBhtrJCXlxff8qE39rtbeGBK8OrPU1ku3kwtvIklfHaEZBMTNA69vxyh8/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394400269245600466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QzlvQ-W_4-bGGmNVMAoBGwdNLRfGBEZzCE9eFbO_j-T2Sp9EYdioDZm1cJkUaIx0oU4W3J_ySJQf5CbuAmJsbqukYu-Y0N3Ua2e05xZiOYgqy5dYieKFRd0N7T8rvEvjBEuDq4cd7z8/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1QzlvQ-W_4-bGGmNVMAoBGwdNLRfGBEZzCE9eFbO_j-T2Sp9EYdioDZm1cJkUaIx0oU4W3J_ySJQf5CbuAmJsbqukYu-Y0N3Ua2e05xZiOYgqy5dYieKFRd0N7T8rvEvjBEuDq4cd7z8/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394117730446417714" border="0" /></a>Side Note: Had my blog done ready to post and it erased this picture. So, it's story is below!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OK, so this is a random blog for me to vent a little bit! I'll start with this picture that I took back in May, just thought that it looked really cool. Last May, when my mom and I went to Denton, I found this wagon wheel at an antique shop...still haven't done anything with it, but it looks kind of neat leaning against my house! ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFhApt2WlxT9qLAqpnrI2qgoFrJHSj6CoRWGKz6g3_KnVoSW0H9fZNDYzQPW0HpUc61Yg_VMLHsT0wFlaO8kNHVd2LMVJEpLkn_XE3DSoWSudx15i5475y9cTJ0kwcysSJNGWNP1N7iA/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFhApt2WlxT9qLAqpnrI2qgoFrJHSj6CoRWGKz6g3_KnVoSW0H9fZNDYzQPW0HpUc61Yg_VMLHsT0wFlaO8kNHVd2LMVJEpLkn_XE3DSoWSudx15i5475y9cTJ0kwcysSJNGWNP1N7iA/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394117716347912674" border="0" /></a>This month marks a year since we put Windy down, and got Praise. I was browsing my old pictures and found this one when Jason and I first went and looked at him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-sm6IxFy1OadRelUo-Wq3GDBaSi_V1K1J7AjGFfML5Mh0XekuT1Pf533qd276LluH5TImhS1S4v6qDyQOmhEDaJORHEMPm15oxhFTtpIozZbCBNP1GDdS8pKvsVtoHLAH_VyvVFROrA/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE-sm6IxFy1OadRelUo-Wq3GDBaSi_V1K1J7AjGFfML5Mh0XekuT1Pf533qd276LluH5TImhS1S4v6qDyQOmhEDaJORHEMPm15oxhFTtpIozZbCBNP1GDdS8pKvsVtoHLAH_VyvVFROrA/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394117702411993026" border="0" /></a><br />This is Praise this summer. I just talked to the lady that we bought him from this last week. When I called her and told her who I was she was SO excited to hear from me. She lives close to where we go to church and she had been driving around the different church parking lots trying to find our pickup!! I gave her an update on him, and told her that he is the best horse that we have ever owned, which is true.<br /><br />Now, for this last week.....it basically started out bad. I was filled with frustration, disappointment, and sadness, hoping that the week would get better. Well, it didn't. We finally got a combine on Thursday to harvest out pinto beans, and that night as Jason was backing up to dump the last load the back axle broke. Did I mention that it's not even our combine? It's still not fixed, but it is no longer sitting on the ground. On Saturday, we were able to get another combine here and we will be done by today.<br /><br />It rained last night, on our hay that was ready to be baled. Lovely. How in the world we have had so much rained on hay, but yet are still so dry is beyond my comprehension. And the clouds are building again today. We have had lighting and thunder, just like it is monsoon season. Weird.<br /><br />Sick calves. Coccidiosis to be exact. I told Jason that this is more stressful than a newborn baby.....I think anyway! Every night I'm dreaming of these calves and trying to keep them alive and healthy. And with harvest being in full swing, I find myself there a lot by myself. But I really do enjoy spending time with them.<br /><br />Maybe this week will be better!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-51799901250357995992009-10-12T14:41:00.000-07:002009-10-12T15:01:42.111-07:00Our Latest ProjectFor weeks, Jason has stayed up late crunching numbers and building spread sheets. For weeks, all he talked about were calves, what we would buy, where we would keep them, how to turn our rained on hay into money. Well, after weeks and weeks and weeks, we finally have calves!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOthvttdaspi6jeOLmPgi650EbjXZbNrqehIU8EjBx8xMUQG8v4e56xTJ8ZkPVGTawiJvZpWN8BP9Zb6jMn2kICWjk0xJJ3-SXmY0AQHeb805PhAUq51hCOs2tIDYd1H1Bj70hDJ3eMs/s1600-h/IMG_0820.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOthvttdaspi6jeOLmPgi650EbjXZbNrqehIU8EjBx8xMUQG8v4e56xTJ8ZkPVGTawiJvZpWN8BP9Zb6jMn2kICWjk0xJJ3-SXmY0AQHeb805PhAUq51hCOs2tIDYd1H1Bj70hDJ3eMs/s400/IMG_0820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391833474869863746" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These two pictures are some calves that we bought right from the ranch last week. There is one in this group that I call Stitch, from the Disney cartoon "Lilo and Stitch". And once I get a picture of him, you'll know why but he is the cutest little thing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ-y_qAszW5uYL9ejc07C1ZvaN7_7JfZVvhfS3qcJDTYb9AHU6mk39L3IyoZZUD_OXVlhZxJh3HlXViq6MtTi9IriekTw71MTGK08N7v4peqIOss2axkP4OkeyMj0XP4Vg5Ex3dc0Lb4/s1600-h/IMG_0810.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJ-y_qAszW5uYL9ejc07C1ZvaN7_7JfZVvhfS3qcJDTYb9AHU6mk39L3IyoZZUD_OXVlhZxJh3HlXViq6MtTi9IriekTw71MTGK08N7v4peqIOss2axkP4OkeyMj0XP4Vg5Ex3dc0Lb4/s400/IMG_0810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391833471347890578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaaeZXa5q-Y3kXU34cDT4UlY2z_JHM0m6PsOeb7upPmlppFg-H2Bxl5YTqUBbvFMOOtE4hJZqmJqiCBO7chYddfMU-hCeJtuFQ3OK12_p1H9YJ2hm3zDYlROM6oyt4JNT7B4VED9BhWk/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaaeZXa5q-Y3kXU34cDT4UlY2z_JHM0m6PsOeb7upPmlppFg-H2Bxl5YTqUBbvFMOOtE4hJZqmJqiCBO7chYddfMU-hCeJtuFQ3OK12_p1H9YJ2hm3zDYlROM6oyt4JNT7B4VED9BhWk/s400/IMG_0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391833457122494066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These calves came from the sale barn two weeks ago and there is more of them, but I did not want to bore you with pictures of calves, that is if you are still reading this! ;) We have had to doctor them several times to get them over shipping fever. As of today, everyone is fat and happy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP6S_Yaxka0u_A7B-E3L39fyUMClx33ZQXl1e3lZQz5zPxvELU28KZYFsnv9i_GwD7Cq8eGLPrmXBAEctd5-6IRWkGq-0VwaTdLARHJwXIZNMTGP9k8Ul-FaoQ69hY27AwTtw7UE7oto/s1600-h/IMG_0805.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP6S_Yaxka0u_A7B-E3L39fyUMClx33ZQXl1e3lZQz5zPxvELU28KZYFsnv9i_GwD7Cq8eGLPrmXBAEctd5-6IRWkGq-0VwaTdLARHJwXIZNMTGP9k8Ul-FaoQ69hY27AwTtw7UE7oto/s400/IMG_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391833447360858850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, basically, what all of the this means is that we are going nowhere this winter. Just 8 miles down the road to check on our sweet little calves and back again!!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-54447302843024950092009-09-17T16:14:00.000-07:002009-09-19T07:38:02.006-07:00Where does the time go?I did not realize that it has been two months since I have blogged....if feels like just a couple of weeks have gone by! Good News, we are alive and well. Just an update on what's been going in southern Arizona.<br /><br />1. Hay...and lots of it! We just cut two pivots of hay, so starting very soon our days will get long and the nights longer.<br /><br />2. We painted Nina and Papa's house. And when I say "we", I mean Jason helped me! We had a lot of fun, and really enjoyed the coke floats in the afternoon.<br /><br />3. We have spent some time helping our friends as they are vaccinating calves and getting ready to ship. That's been a lot of fun and it's nice little get-away for us.<br /><br />4. Mema and Karen came from Arkansas to visit. And I'm embarrassed to admit that we only spent one afternoon with them. It just happened to be during our hay time.<br /><br />5. Janette came to visit, and she is going to be here today. WhooHoo!!<br /><br />6. Coming in 2010....a baby!! Teaspoon, my mare, is pregnant and she is getting the cutest little tummy. <br /><br />7. Last weekend we finally got away to the White Mountains. It was cool and damp and perfect! We saw elk, lots of turkeys, and antelope. That has too be one of our favorite past times, and it's hard to believe that we have only been up there once this year! And there would be pictures but I have misplaced my camera's battery charger.<br /><br />8. Roasting chile......and LOTS of it! Since we just planted a small block of chile in with my dad's red chile, I did not expect to roast a lot of chile this year. Well, on Labor Day, we picked and roasted 520 lbs. Thankfully, I had the help of my parents and Tammy. On Thursday, we roasted 180 lbs. for the people at Valley, and now I have another 150 lbs. for Monday for more people at Valley. Ask Virgil about who got me in all of this work! Actually, he has made it a lot easier being organized and helping to get the chile distributed. Thank you!! And a big thank you to my parents who have helped me everytime I've had a big order. My dad is getting to quite the chile roasting expert!!<br /><br />That's about it for now. This week is county fair, and we have kids that we support showing everyday, but at least this year it's only a one hour trip both ways instead of two hours!<br /><br />God has been so good to us this year and we continually see His hand in our lives. I hope that the past two months have been good to you!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888812671518299726.post-53690459228801102752009-07-13T07:21:00.000-07:002009-07-13T07:56:01.471-07:00Wedding week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhwrSM8u8dtC4HGW3hOn6nSVybDVoatS1aNUlvVLyQWZSW83NhldpHYk2Xj7zZiGAOf9CXrLbyDRrCot9hln6Z_CJ_PFCoNbbeSVa_CHwuX99O9b39FoiYbsG6MuzBZahGgYaproGZmc/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIhwrSM8u8dtC4HGW3hOn6nSVybDVoatS1aNUlvVLyQWZSW83NhldpHYk2Xj7zZiGAOf9CXrLbyDRrCot9hln6Z_CJ_PFCoNbbeSVa_CHwuX99O9b39FoiYbsG6MuzBZahGgYaproGZmc/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950955077742418" border="0" /></a><br />Well, we made it!! All went pretty well, and a big "thank you" for everyone who was praying for us. This picture is of Jodie, Rosanna, Stacey, Me, B and S waiting in Gadabout for our pedicures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGZ1i5d4HXkAtJVF-ajK94a8rxa7Cu1EFYC4ErREjX3OtlUeeTuKmELpyYnSY0ky5zKi0hPtDGtult_byKiBA__DB1VztJbc08y-bqTOp8tdWzc9341ZkDfBgO48rc44Mfm-3F5I0qmc/s1600-h/IMG_0767.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGZ1i5d4HXkAtJVF-ajK94a8rxa7Cu1EFYC4ErREjX3OtlUeeTuKmELpyYnSY0ky5zKi0hPtDGtult_byKiBA__DB1VztJbc08y-bqTOp8tdWzc9341ZkDfBgO48rc44Mfm-3F5I0qmc/s400/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950946575019906" border="0" /></a>This is S and B being so cute! I can't believe that I didn't get any pictures of them on my camera all dressed up. I'll try to find a way to post wedding pictures when they come in.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYwBNU2-nGlpRTgiK4OuKj3aXXmgBIFALqNCUHX0IpKv0nnGC2h9p7IY7fAp-4px85VqWcm7dlY5Lajnj4LyauRsW9g0HzQ2X7WeIOhnS5LGGqJM5-lXq1_TwF0W7-qZvmXlZxe1V6qA/s1600-h/me+and+parents.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYwBNU2-nGlpRTgiK4OuKj3aXXmgBIFALqNCUHX0IpKv0nnGC2h9p7IY7fAp-4px85VqWcm7dlY5Lajnj4LyauRsW9g0HzQ2X7WeIOhnS5LGGqJM5-lXq1_TwF0W7-qZvmXlZxe1V6qA/s400/me+and+parents.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950339433968066" border="0" /></a>Me and my parents after the wedding. Stacey's colors were truffle, wine and candy pink. I just happened to be in wine, but there were 16 bridesmaids and we all were in different colors. It was really beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVq2PtVK367aDCpOU3pq0u4XW7eBjvROQfLgJVzjQHRWqJNSg1q9cXbz-KiOrsGJHsGDH2q4PPMBAu3E38jgCOxyhmWtt6lcnxLjt3tG2auxShMOd3FrnwyA0WrZsO0wOc3fGNokzfSg/s1600-h/j+and+c.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMVq2PtVK367aDCpOU3pq0u4XW7eBjvROQfLgJVzjQHRWqJNSg1q9cXbz-KiOrsGJHsGDH2q4PPMBAu3E38jgCOxyhmWtt6lcnxLjt3tG2auxShMOd3FrnwyA0WrZsO0wOc3fGNokzfSg/s400/j+and+c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357950333053223970" border="0" /></a>Jason and I together....we clean up pretty good! He was happy that he got to wear maroon. And I wish that I had taken a picture of the back of my hair. I had my Italian man, Giancarlo, do my hair. It was so unique and very modern which is ironic because I was the most country girl of all of them there! There wasn't one curl in it, it was all braids and twists. Crazy! And I had 68 bobbi pins in my hair, it took a little while to get them all out.<br /><br />The day of the wedding all of us girls were getting ready, and I went to find my dress. I could not find it anywhere. So I went to ask my mom because she was bringing it with all of the other dresses. She forgot it. So Jason had to drive 30 minutes back to her house to get my dress and another 30 minutes back. She was so upset with herself! Jason and I missed out on all of the pre-wedding pictures, but we were both in the wedding!<br /><br />The ceremony went very smooth and was very beautiful. My sister is gorgeous anyway, but she was picture perfect on her wedding day!! Again, no pictures with my camera! We arrived at the reception hall, took some pictures, and then the DJ was going to announce all of us and it started raining and the wind was blowing hard. So there was quite a delay, but eventually we made it out there. Jason and I were first and then so on. We had to walk down these steps and then to our tables. Well, Rocky's sister and her husband were a couple of people behind us. As they were walking down the steps, she completely missed the bottom one and hit the ground. He husband, Scott, stood over her and yelled "SAFE"! She was OK and handled it very well, but she's had lots of practice being graceful....she was runner up at the Miss New Mexico pageant a few years ago.<br /><br />After we ate, did the toasts, and cut the cake it was time for the dance. Stacey and Rocky danced first and then they handed the microphone over to Stacey. She announced that the first father/daughter dance would be with me and my dad. I bawled!! The only regret at my wedding was not getting to dance with my daddy, and she gave that to me on her wedding day, before she danced with him. My eyes fill with tears as I write this. It was the most precious, most thoughtful, most priceless gift anyone has ever given me, and I will forever be grateful! Thank you, Stacey.<br /><br />It was a wonderful wedding, and I could not be prouder of my sister and my new brother-in-law. He absolutely adores her, and she could not have picked anyone better. They are perfect for each other, and we love you so much!Candicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09908979300877203571noreply@blogger.com4