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Broccoli Bacon Salad


posted by Ann

I really love this salad.  It’s quick and easy and a great way to get your raw greens…..plus I recently had an abundance of broccoli that needed to be eaten.   Enjoy.

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Dressing
  • 2 Tbsp. cider vinegar
  • 1/3 cup mayonnaise
  • 1/3 cup sugar
In a large serving bowl, combine first four ingredients.  Set aside.
In a small bowl, combine dressing ingredients.  Pour dressing over broccoli mixture, toss to coat.
Yield:  6 – 8 servings
VARIATIONS:  Can add roasted, salted sunflower seeds, cauliflower, honey mustard

Sense of Humor


by Charlotte

A few days after I wrote this article and mentioned that the kids’ videos might make you motion sick because they don’t hold the camera very still, I found this video on my camera.

I love that girl!

 


This Is The Stuff


posted by Chelsea

I was recently introduced to Francesca Battistelli’s music.   I really like her songs and wanted to share this one with you…. while I don’t usually have a problem with losing my keys (or caring too much if I lose my phone!) I do have some “little” things in my life that drive me crazy, maybe you can relate.


Charley & Danna Days


posted by Chelsea

“We lived here by our work.  Our life and our work were not the same thing maybe, but they were close…”

When I was about 15 or 16 my dad would haul me and my horse about an hour and a half down the road to our friends’ house.  He’d leave me there for a couple of days and I spent time roping with Danna.  Danna and I became friends through Rodeo Bible Camp and she helped me with my breakaway roping skills during our summer vacation- she being a school teacher and me being in high school.  Danna was and still is one of the best ropers I know and she and I spent some hot days together in the arena.

That said, come along with me on Memory Lane: Danna and her husband, Charley, have two boys; they were (and still are, I suppose) a bit younger than me.  Luke was 8-ish and Carl was 10-ish and they played in the yard and they sometimes rode while we roped.  Danna would wake me up (off of their couch) in the wee hours of those scorching summer days and Charley was always long gone to work by the time we headed out.  We would saddle up and go down to their arena to rope calves until we got too hot.  We’d break and go inside to make a lunch for Charley, who I remember was getting hay put up.  Danna and I would run up and give Charley lunch and then come back and do stuff around the house.  They had a port-a-potty business they were trying to make work and we did some paperwork for the business during the afternoons. I remember entering rodeos via the telephone for Danna while she worked on bills.  When evening rolled around we’d rope until dark and then we’d put our horses up and head inside.  Charley would come in about then- hot and sweaty and dirty from long days of hard work.  I remember that Charley could eat more than anyone I’d ever seen… right in this exact spot at their dinner table…

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Charley would pile his plate with food and I can still remember watching his big ol’ hands fork all of that food into his mouth after he said grace for our dinner- practical and honest prayers- praying for God’s blessing over the work they were doing.  God did eventually provide some avenues for serious blessings ~ their boys grew into strong and able persons,  just like their parents.   If anyone knew the power of a strong work ethic, combined with some serious trust in the Lord, it was Charley and Danna and they did a wonderful job of passing that on to their boys.

I’ve thought about them more than ever this summer.  I’ve thought about that stage in their life, and about the timing that God had me in their life and how He’s using that now to encourage me….  I remember how hard they were working to “make it happen”.  I remember that they had a lot of irons in the fire and they were trying their best to make sure their irons were all staying hot, so to speak. I remember that God saw them through– on a daily basis and over the years as I watched life “come together” for them.  I’m thankful that God provided me with those hot summer days at Charley and Danna’s.  At the time, I thought I was there to improve my roping skills, and now I know that He also had me there so I could see them in the “thick of it”.  He used that time to brand a memory in my mind of a family working  through the days of having young kids.  They were working hard and managing to have some fun snuck in the middle- sometimes just a family water fight in the backyard.  Those days are what help me know that these are the days God is using to form us into the people He wants us to become.  God is using the hard days- the long days- the stressful days- to form Buck into the man he’s suppossed to be.  And even though some of the hard and long days are the ones I dislike the most, I know that God is using them to shape me into the woman He wants me to be.  Now, we are in the “thick of it” and it’s good and it’s important and it’s the reason I’ve deemed these our “Charley and Danna Days”.

The hardest part of the story is that I don’t get to tell you that Charley’s still around reaping the benefits of his hard work in the dirt and in the hot summer sun.  We know he’s reaping them in heaven, though. Two years ago, in an tragic accident, Charley went home to be with the Lord.  The cool part of the story is that I know for sure and for certain that Charley would tell you it was all worth it.   His work was worth it, his work alongside his teammate in this life, Danna, was more than worth it.  The long and hard days were what formed him into the God-fearing, God-trusting man that he was.

And so, it’s on these hot summer days, when Buck comes in sweaty and worn out (and hungry!) that I remember Charley and I hear his honest prayers and I know that it’s worth it and we’re right where God wants us to be.  So, thank you, Charley and Danna… you thought you were just teaching me to “look in the middle of the neck” and “keep the dip in my loop”…

 


Summer Highlights So Far


by Charlotte

This summer is zooming by at a lightening rate, so I thought I would slow down and look back at what we’ve done so far.

We started with swim lessons (cameras weren’t allowed) so I took the younger kids to the park.

As you can see, they thought that was a good idea.

Then we had a day at the park for the whole clan.

We had parties in the back yard.

Parties in other people’s back yards.

A trip to Colorado.

Horseback lessons from Dad.

Tired kids at outdoor activities.

4-H projects.

And fair is looming up before us like a storm on the horizon.  After that we have an eye surgery scheduled, and before we know it, school will start again.  But before it does we are supposed to go camping, spend time at Grammy’s, and have a birthday party.  I don’t think we will get it all done, but we are going to try.

Hope you all are having a great summer too.


The Difference of a Year


by Charlotte

Last year we helped my brother-in-law brand and we helped him again this year.

Last year my hair looked like this.

This year it looked like this.

Last year my youngest looked like this.

This year he looked like this.

Last year the oldest two did this.

This year they did this.

I don’t know about you, but I love seeing how much a year can change things.


Post Script (P.S.) to Cream Rises (C.R.) 13


posted by Donna

Trinity United Methodist Church, Seville, Florida

P.S.

When I wrote CR13, I had every intention of photographing one of the many lovely churches I pass by day after day to accompany it.

But that never happened and when the article got posted, I had regrets.

It needed a picture of a quaint, country church or the likes.

Then last night while folding laundry, I came across a t-shirt of mine from the church I attend when we are in Florida that actually fit the wish quite well.

I thought I’d share a picture of it with you this morning!


Downsizing in the Southwest


posted by Robin

Howdy from the southwest! I see I haven’t written in a few months and wanted to update you on our happenings here. When I last wrote, we were (patiently) waiting to move farther north to the same town/village my husband works in. We finally made it! We moved at the end of May and have been settling in since. There are many, many, many boxes to go through (too many!) and in the process of unpacking I am getting rid of some things we haven’t needed or don’t need. I know this isn’t the last move, so I want the packing and next move to be much lighter. The first move, a company moved us, but this move we used the largest Uhaul truck (once) and our horse trailer twice. That is TOO MUCH STUFF!!! Oh and my jeep had some stuff one trip too.

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I have to say that I thought Buck and Chelsea were CRAZY for moving to a smaller house. I saw the size of the one before, good size for a growing family. At the time, I actually longed for something bigger! We were living in a single wide so their house was a bit larger than ours. Anyway, now that I’ve moved twice since November, I no longer think that they are as crazy because it made them downsize and get rid of unnecessary things. I am at that point! Since moving from Idaho, we have moved (twice) into a 3 bed, 2 bath house. However, at this current place each child has their own room, so I no longer have a “storage room” as I did at the last house.

storage room

That is good in that we HAVE to get through all the boxes and not live among them (like we did for 7 months). Downsizing! As each box is unpacked/gone through, it’s like a breathe of fresh air. A lighter load so to speak. Feels good to have all the space in the house as livable space and not storage space! Oh and we have grass again! So nice to have yards to play in (or BBQ),

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have people over to hang out in,

Backyard happenings

or just sit on the porch and enjoy the view.

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Davey Dip


posted by Ann

This is a true “cowboy” recipe!  A very good friend, who happens to be a cowboy, shared this recipe with us years ago.  He didn’t really know the name of it so we just named it after him – thus “Davey” Dip.  My husband likes this so much that he tells people it’s one of his favorite “meals”.  Enjoy!

 

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Place all ingredients in a large bowl.  Mix with electric mixer until well blended.  Serve with tortilla chips.

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**Ro-tel  is the brand name of a tomato and chopped chili mix.  You can find it in the aisle with canned tomatoes. (See photo).  There are store brands of the same product,  but I recommend sticking with the Ro-tel brand.

A Proud Mama Day


by Charlotte

When Faith was born, I never could fathom some of the issues her disabilities would bring out in me.  For example, she is afraid of animals.  I’ve heard that this is a common fear among people with Downs Syndrome, but I never imagined a child of mine would fear animals.  As in scream-her-head-off,-act-like-she-was-being-savagely-murdered afraid.  The first time she saw a horse she was fine.  The first time the horse reached out his muzzle to smell this interesting person, she freaked out and tried to climb to the top of my husband’s head.

We worked with her for months/years to try to help her overcome her fear.  Our dog, Clancy, is a small, docile dog, but she was a constant source of terror to Faith.  Clancy was so tender with Faith.  It seemed Clancy sensed Faith’s fear and would avoid Faith, unless Faith was beside me and then Clancy would run up to me.  However, it wasn’t long before even then, as soon as Faith started to scream, Clancy would walk away.  I felt bad for both of them.

Our little chicks were the first animals that Faith didn’t scream at.  She loved those baby chicks.  However, all too soon, baby chicks turn into chickens and then Faith didn’t like them at all.

The other strange thing was the kittens.  Faith liked the kittens and even the mama cat.  The rest of our family is a little creeped out by cats, but Faith loves them.  Faith even rescues her younger brother from the “creepy” cat (and then he has to rescue her from the dog – it is a symbiotic relationship oldest daughter says).

Last summer was a break through.  I managed to get Faith to ride on a horse with me.  I was so proud.  (She still didn’t like to pet horses and would still scream if they breathed on her, but we were moving in a positive direction.)  I felt like a good mama because she would only ride with me.  She wouldn’t ride with her dad or her favorite aunt or anyone but me.  At least I knew that I was a safe place for her.

A few days ago Faith watched her older siblings getting instructions on how to ride from their dad and then she rode with me.  While we were riding, she kept telling me she wanted her own set of “spurs”.  After much discussion I realized she meant stirrups.  So I asked her if she wanted to have her own stirrups.

“Yes, my own ‘spurs’.”

“You have to ride by yourself if you want your own stirrups.  Do you want to ride by yourself?”

She shook her head violently no, just as I thought she would.

But the next day the conversation went much the same way, only after a bit of silence she said, “yes, I want my own ‘spurs'”

“Even if you have to ride by yourself?”

She nodded yes.

The next day she watched her older siblings ride and informed me that I was to get the “little” saddle out and let her have her own “spurs”.  And, yes, she would ride by herself.

When the older kids were done, I put the “little” saddle on the horse and shortened the “spurs” as short as they would go and went to put her on.  She did just as I thought she would, she started screaming and throwing a fit.

“Just sit on the saddle and lets see if the stirrups fit,” I told her and I felt her relax.  But as I put her foot in the stirrup, I could feel her tense up.

“Let’s just try your stirrups and see if they fit,” I begged and she relaxed again.  I slipped her right leg over the saddle before she knew what I was doing.  Then as she began to freak out because I was letting go of her.  I told her I was going to look at the other stirrup to see if it fit.  She relaxed and then realized she was sitting on the horse by herself with stirrups just like her siblings and she beamed like a light house.

It was a proud mama day.

 


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