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Hallelujah!

I’m alive, folks. Really I survived.

Hallelujah!

I made it through another busy week of school. And my tests were easy-as-pie.

Hallelujah!

I booked three photo sessions yesterday.

Hallelujah!

I booked two more today. When it rains, it really pours, right? I was forcing people to pose for portraits two months ago. I was doubting myself, doubting my ability, and doubting my dream. Now, I’ve got too much work.

Hallelujah!

Corn harvest is started. Come Monday morning, I will be a true-blue real life farm hand.

(But I won’t be wearing overalls, folks. I have my standards.)

Hallelujah, I think…

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Actually, I’m really worried about this. See, I’ve never really drove a tractor by myself… much less with my future in-laws all around. They take their work very seriously. What if I run over a cow or something?!? Colby started driving the grain cart at the age of seven… Am I really expected to live up to that God given talent?

I think I’m in trouble.

And I know I’m going to have to use the bathroom sometime during the fourteen hour workday. How exactly is that going to work?!

Don’t mind me Future-Father-In-Law, I’ll just be over their squatting by the fence…

Pray for me!

In other news, there is a cake cooling in my kitchen.

Hallelujah!

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Goodbye, sweet summer

We’ve had a good run, summer of 2010. Good times. Memories made. Work done. But all good things have to end sometime. And tomorrow is my sometime.

I will be waking up before the sun to start my last semester of undergrad. Honestly, I’m not looking forward to it, one bit. Well, not the beginning anyway. I’ll take the end, though. Graduation will be my sweet reward.

Here are my favorite memories of this summer:

Jamey’s gameboy obsession.

Like its 1999

I might have shared this same obsession in 1999. It was quite entertaining to watch her play Pokemon like a 90’s child.

Weekends spent at the lake.

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Swimming, boating, taking sunsets walks in the evening. It was perfection and so much dang fun. (And we will be back at least once more this weekend. For sure.)

Grilling out.

Dinner

There is just something so perfect about summer food.

The rain.

Amazing

After ten (or twenty?) years of drought, we have been blessed with lots of rain this year. The grass is green and lush. Our crops are making record yields and the weather is beautiful.

Watching my puppy grow.

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At six months, he now weighs 67 pounds. Hello, elephant-dog.

Wheat Harvest.

Storm coming in

I cooked, I rode, I made sure everyone was well taken care of. It’s nice being the food lady. Everyone gets excited when you show up with a pick-up full of warm food.

Yes, I will miss summer. But I’m looking forward to the crisp weather of fall, for the first snowfall, for my Christmas wedding, and joy of being newlyweds.

Of course, I will be spending a week in Hawaii in January. I think I can deal with some cool weather for a while.

What is your favorite season?

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Life’s not the breaths you take…

Twenty-four hours ago, a series of events took place that has left me feeling uneasy with the world. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t have it all figured out. Maybe the things that are important to me aren’t really what I should be worrying about.

I should start back at the beginning. On Tuesday afternoon, a clean-cut, normal looking man went on a rampage in our nearest “city.” It’s where I go to get groceries, where my college is located, where I bought my wedding dress. I have always imagined it to be a perfectly safe place and have never worried about being attack while visiting.

First, the man approached a women who had a flat tire. She was on the side of the road when he pulled out a pistol, demanding that she get into his white pick-up truck. The women fought back, escaping his grasp.

The man took off, stopping at a Love’s truck stop where he focused his attention on a new target. A sixty-three year old grandmother was leaving the store with her three grandchildren. The man decided to take the women’s twelve-year old granddaughter in broad daylight. The grandmother wasn’t having any of it and jumped in front of the children, telling them man to “leave them alone.” He coldly pulled out his pistol, shooting the women in the back. She would later die on the way to the hospital.

I knew that women. Her name was Sharrel and she lived three houses down from my high school. Every Halloween, she would make a huge batch of popcorn balls that she would hand out to the local youngsters. She was active in her church and a super nice lady.

She died defending her grandchildren.

The man didn’t stop there. Once again, he jumped into his pick-up searching for another target. This time, he spotted two eleven year old girls who were walking down a road. He stopped, forcing one of the girls into his vehicle. When the brave girl saw a policeman drive by, she jumped out of the moving pick-up.

The police chased after the man. He stopped, shooting at the officers from his vehicle. He was eventually shot and killed by law enforcement officials.

Things like this suddenly make me realize how quick I could lose everything. A women from my home town was murdered this week. People who live in a town of one hundred people aren’t supposed to be murdered.

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Wear your best dress.

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Get your toes done.

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Smile. Laugh. Hug your loved ones.

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Take time to smell the flowers.

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Watch a sunset.

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Treat every single day as if it could be your last.

Because
“Life’s not the breaths you take
The breathing in and out
That gets you through the day
Ain’t what it’s all about
Ya just might miss the point
If ya don’t slow down the pace
Life’s not the breaths you take
But the moments that take your breath away.”

(Credit goes to George Strait for the song lyrics. I lurve him.)

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Let freedom ring!

On Saturday night, it rained.

It was the most amazing, perfect, beautiful rain ever. Why? Because it gave us a much needed two-day break from harvest. When the wheat gets wet, the combines must be turned off. The trucks sit in the field. And the food lady gets to rest.

That’s me, folks. I got to rest.

Let Freedom Ring

And I got to go to a firework show…. where I took pictures in manuel.

I have a confession. I almost always use my settings on my camera. I know, I know. I’m a total photography newb. (Is that even how you spell newb?)

But I’ve been changed. I’m going to start shooting in manuel. I ordered three books last week and am just waiting on them. I’m going to figure it all out. I promise.

Right now, I’m just pretty dang excited that I got sharp pictures of fireworks.

What did you do for the 4th of July?

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It’s here!

Wheat harvest has come to the farm. Things are suddenly much crazier around here.

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“I’m a great believer in luck and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.”
Thomas Jefferson

3/365 Harvest is here

“There is no substitute for hard work.”
Thomas Alva Edison

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“Unless you are willing to drench yourself in your work beyond the capacity of the average man, you are just not cut out for positions at the top.”
J.C. Penney

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I <3 farming

In the last eighteen months agriculture has seeped into my soul. Growing up in the area, I have seen my share of cows and corn fields. It wasn’t until I started dating Colby that I truly understood and appreciated the joys of watching a crop grow out of the ground.

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Farming is natural. Since humans decided to settle down and grow their own food, agriculture has been vital to the human race. Let’s be real, if you eat you’re dependent on farming and ranching. I enjoy being a part of something so important.

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I also love watching the crops grow. It’s such an amazing thing to watch a crop grow from a tiny seed into a six foot tall crop. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to watching the entire process from start to finish. It’s just so marvolous.

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As we approach wheat harvest, I’m trying to remember all the good things that come with farming. The hours are long and the work exhausting, but it will be worth it when the crop is harvested and hauled away to feed America.

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I hope the weekend is treating you all well.

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Hot

I think it hit 103 degrees here yesterday. Yikes.

Remember, I don’t live in Central Oklahoma. I’m closer to Denver then Oklahoma City. We are just not used to weather that hot in June. Instead, we usually soak up nice, eighty degree days for awhile before the heat of July and August hits.

This year the weather is being weird and much too hot. I’m trying to make the best of it, thinking about the heat and all the things that could make it better.

Memorial Day Weekend

Of course, some time on the lake would make this heat perfection. That’s why we are heading out one more time before wheat harvest gets here.

I've come a long way.

Hot weather means that playing in the sprinkler is so much more comfortable. Cold water feels so nice on one’s hot skin when the temperatures hit 100 degrees.

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For me, warm days mean grilling out. Why heat up the oven when you can throw something yummy on the grill?

I’m suddenly craving poppers at ten o’clock in the morning.

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When the weather gets hot, I jump in the pick-up and ride around the farm with Colby. I’m not tough enough to help him fix irrigation motors, but I will watch from the comfort of the front seat.

And this dude- well, he’s the hottest guy I know.

My Boys

I hope my darling blog readers are all keeping cool.

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