One of my best friends who lives in Georgia used to work at an Ulta store. This past week she told me I could use her "Family/Friends" information to get a 40% discount. I don't normally spend a lot of money on makeup but sometimes you just have to splurge.
The other night while Cowboy and I were at East Chase, I popped in Ulta to get a few items. These are now some of my FAVORITE things!!
This lotion is GREAT! I like the SPF in it but it doesn't make your face greasy and it's absorbed quickly.
Splurge #1: I have been buying the cheap Wal-Mart loose powder but as most girls know, it's just NOT the same... plus it's almost impossible trying to find the right color! This stuff is great and last all day, especially with this...
Splurge #2: This is pretty pricey for just 2 fl. oz. so I try not to use it everyday. I've never messed with primer and didn't know you could actually use it with loose powder. It makes a HUGE difference!
With my discount, I got this (plus 2 bottles nail polish) for $40. I love saving money :)
Also since it's Christmastime, I have to include my FAVORITE Christmastime character...
Here is the promised picture of Cowgirl's pedicure. I just LOVE freshly shod horse hooves (I guess that's correct terminology??)
Today, this was what I watched as I ate my lunch...
Full name: Gustavo Sideris (named after one of the best bass fisherman on Lake Jordan... He was thrilled when we told him we named our dog after him)
Age: 10 in January
Favorite food: whatever is in the bowl
Favorite tricks: Shake, retrieving the paper every morning (doesn't matter if it's the neighbor's either)
Nicknames: Will, Gus Bugs
How we met: Brother Rob was very sick one spring. What does a mother do when her son is terribly sick? Buys him a puppy!!
Gus, along with Boo (our cat who is roughly 18), is the last of my childhood pets. I was 13 when we got Gus. I can't express my love for this dog.
Gus was verrrry, verrrry sleepy today at lunch... as if he's done ANYTHING other than sleep today...
When I first started eating, he acted real good. Sitting very still, ears perked, very statue-like....
Once he realized he wasn't getting any scraps, he started fading and FAST.
If I had to describe Gus in one word, I'd say loyal. He is a MAN'S dog. If Brother is in town, Gus is stuck to his side.
He once started a fight with a friend's dog because Brother and the friend were wrestling. True story. What are male dogs to do when their MEN are "fighting"? Apparently attack each other. It made for a FUN 4th of July.
Now this little one is a different story. Meet Ellie Bell or ask Uncle Chris calls her Nellie Bell.
Here the queen is warming her bones, like a little old lady. She's only 5...
I'll save her story for another day!
Here's a short video I took the other day. Cowboy and I were going to sit in the truck and see if we saw any deer. Of course the cows had to come check us out. As soon as Cowboy's dad pulled up, stocked with pellets, they took off! I don't know if you can tell in the video but this cow had HUGE ears listeners.
Lately I've been feeling really bad for Milo. It rained pretty good earlier this week (and we DEFINITELY needed it) then a cold front came through and it's been very cold. All the other little calves have their mama's to snuggle up to on these cold days and all Milo has is a small bed of hay to lay on.
Now I know she is a COW and she's a lot WARMER than she looks but it still makes me sad. She should be out running around with all the other little calves. It's actually kind of funny to watch her now that it's "Kick and Buck" weather, as my mom and I call it. She jumps around in her pen, kicking her legs and shaking her head around.
It's really funny when Cowboy and I go feed pellets to the cows because the calves will all of a sudden get a burst of energy and start running around really fast and kicking their legs wildly in all directions! I wish Milo could be out there with them. She's been eating her feed a little better so we may try and give her half a bottle in the a.m. and half in the p.m. She's starting to get a bottle calf potbelly on her...
A few weeks ago, I thought I was going to have another bottle calf. Cowboy's dad stopped by our house the other day to borrow the bottle. I over heard him and Cowboy talking and ran into the kitchen asking,
Me:"Do I get another bottle calf?!?" "Where is it?!"
Cowboy's dad: "I got 'em the truck right now."
I run outside and look in the truck and see this.
Look at that sweet little baby...
All cozied up in the floorboard of the truck. Mr. Nealy asked me if I wanted it and I said, "Better make sure it lives before I get my hands on it!" Unfortunately this little one didn't make it.
**I have had traumatic experiences during my childhood with baby animals not surviving (i.e. turtles, rabbits... I can't go on...) and I don't think I can handle it now. Bless my mother for bringing them all in.**
Before I met Cowboy, losing this little guy would have torn me to pieces. (and it still does) But now I understand that on a farm it's just the way it is. It is very sad sometimes. It's not just a business of raising and selling cows/calves, it's a way of life.
When I first met Cowboy, I was literally SHOCKED to find out he had not named all his cows... I'm surprised he didn't laugh in my face then! I understand the operation much better now and it's nearly impossible to name them all, but I do have a few named.
I know this post is kind of random but I've just been thinking about little Milo outside in the cold and the little one that didn't make it. One of these days Milo will be boppin' around with all her other little calf friends! (hopefully soon... it's cold feeding her outside early in the morning!!)
Lately I've been wanting to take pictures of meals as I prepare them. Last night was my first time. Please excuse the horrible picture quality, I'm still practicing. I'm hoping Santa will bring me a new camera for Christmas! =D
I stumbled upon a recipe for baked potato soup recently and figured it would be perfect for this chilly weather. It came from the Southern Living magazine so I knew it couldn't be bad.
For this recipe you will need baked potatoes, half and half, milk, one onion, butter, flour, S&P, shredded cheese and bacon.
First you bake the potatoes, peel them, then mash with a fork until they look like this...
*To save time I baked my potatoes the previous night so all I had to do was peel and mash them.
Next, put butter and one chopped onion in pot and saute over medium to high heat until onions are tender.
After the onions become tender, add flour and stir until smooth.
Then add half and half, milk and S&P to taste.
Then add the potatoes...
until well blended.
Cook on medium heat stirring occasionally until soup is thick and heated through.
Add cheese, bacon bits and chives (if you want) and enjoy!
*Cowboy added ranch to his and it was VERY good.
Here are the exact measurements...
Homemade Baked Potato Soup
5 large baking potatoes (baked in oven or microwave)
1 medium onion, chopped
1/4 cup butter
3/4 cup flour
4 cups half & half
3 cups of milk
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp salt
bacon, cooked and chopped
The soup does not look that WHITE in real life, once again, I'm waiting on my new camera!!
I must agree with Cowboy that Thanksgiving should not have to share the day with Christmas. Thanksgiving gets ONE DAY while Christmas pretty much gets an entire month. This year radio stations started playing Christmas music on Thanksgiving day. Sheesh people...
I really can't complain though... I love Christmas time and Christmas music and almost every year when it's over, I regret not starting to celebrate sooner... This year was different! I'm a married woman and I can start decorating MY house when I want to !!! I'm joking but I really did want to get my Christmas stuff up so I can relax and enjoy it all.
How was this year different? Well, my Christmas cards were mailed TODAY, Sunday we purchased extra tree ornaments, lights AND we picked out/cut/decorated our tree. Oh yeah, we also put together and decorated a gingerbread house :) Cowboy is getting tired of Christmas already. I keep explaining that this year is different.
It's "Our First Christmas." This is the time when we start our own traditions in our own house with our own little family (dogs, calf, etc....) ((sorry for the excessive use of "own", that sentence is starting to look funny...))
If you can't tell, I'm very excited about it!! All I have left to do is make my Christmas wreaths for the doors and put the final touches on my decorations! Here are a few pictures of our first tree !
Here's Cowboy cutting down the tree.
Isn't it so pretty and fresh and real ?!
I just LOVE our tree.
Here's our gingerbread house! We both made ourselves sick because we ate half of it before it made it on the house.
I'll post a picture of my wreaths as soon as they're finished!
P.S. We also pregnancy checked some cows Sunday and I figured out where all my extra hair ties have been disappearing to....
DUCK SEASON!!!!! (It comes in for a weekend, goes back out, then THIS Saturday the full season officially begins.)
This may not excite everyone, but for all those girls out there with hunting boyfriends/husbands, you know what I'm talking about. I've never seen guys get so excited. Looking back to when Cowboy and I first started dating, I understand why he wanted me to go hunting with him. (At least this is what I like to think...) He just couldn't STAND to miss a morning/afternoon of hunting and he most certainly couldn't STAND to miss a minute of hanging out with me. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what he will tell you too!
So it began last Friday. I've never killed a duck before. My brother and dad didn't do a lot of duck hunting when I was growing up so Cowboy introduced me to it. Getting up bright and early when the temperature is below 50 degrees is not my ideal way to start the day.
I decided I wanted to try and get my first duck this year. My strategy is, go early in the season, get the duck, then I won't be expected to go later on when it's reallllly cold! (plus the pressure of killing a duck is off!) Actually, I enjoy going hunting with Cowboy, and there's no pressure at all. He's very encouraging and is always very proud of me no matter what :)
So last Friday morning we got up, it was windy, warm, not raining just yet. I was thrilled not to be shivering!! Once we got to the swamp, the bottom.... fell.... out...! There was no way I was standing out there in it! We waited a while and finally Cowboy and his dad headed out and Whitney and I stayed in the truck. After the rain let up we decided to check on the guys. They had a small number of ducks, pretty good to be hunting in a monsoon. By the time we were ready to shoot there were no ducks in sight...
The next morning we woke up early to try it again, different spot this time. I immediately knew it was cold outside because my house was freezing! I had on 3 layers of pants and 3 layers of shirts, not including my coveralls. I was nice and toasty :)
We got to the duck hole and there were TONS of ducks! We were a little late but they were still flying around so Cowboy was able to call some of them in. Once the first bunch circled in, we shot!
First duck... CHECK!
Excuse my make-up-less face. There's no one I'm trying to impress at 6 a.m. This wasn't my actual first duck but Cowboy wanted me to take a pic with it because it was pretty.
Here's a pic of the crew when we got back to the house.
Cash with all the ducks she retrieved. She did very well. We are proud parents! What's that saying? "My retriever is smarter than your honor student" ? haha
Me and the sister-in-law with some ducks.
Although I would have much rather been getting back in my bed by this time, Cowboy taunted me with a Hardee's biscuit. He knows how to get to me...
**I've been reading some other blogs lately and I came across this HILARIOUS poem a wife of a hunter wrote about duck season. I tweaked it a little to fit Cowboy. Enjoy!
‘Twas the night before duck season, and inside our house,
I was laid up in bed, listening to my spouse.
The camo displayed, the duck calls nearby;
I just shook my head and kept pondering, “Why?”
The season is long, I’d better prepared.
Sixty days of washing Cowboy’s long underwear.
Shotgun and shells gleaming, ready to fire;
At least he’s prepared, it’s down to the wire.
The puppies were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of ducks flew about in their heads.
I in my robe and Cowboy in his boots,
He explained that it isn’t that loud when he shoots.
Then out on the driveway, there arose such a clatter;
I dashed to the window to see what was the matter.
I flipped on the lights and what did I see?
It was Cowboy with Cash, blowing duck calls at me.
Giddy and happy and delighted were they;
Oh the ducks they would see! Tomorrow’s the day!
Grabbing decoys and guns and loading the truck,
Cowboy dreamed of shooting his limit with luck.
Tomorrow at 4:00, I’ll arise with my man,
To tell him this is the day I think I can,
Whip out my shotgun and shoot some ducks like a man!