Homeboy in Spur

Last weekend I went to Spur, Texas with this guy...

He's kind of weird.

But that's ok, I'm weird too.  Did ya'll know that? Ok good. Just clarifying...

While we were in the big 'ole town of Spur we had lots of adventures that I am going to tell you about, and you are going to appreciate me telling you about them because you love me. And I love you. And I love cupcakes. Amen.

Moving on....

We saw Mama Cows.  I told them they were pretty.  They told me to please go away. I cried. The end.

So I played with Tanner's dog Luke.

(Oh by the way, everyone meet Tanner Arnold, or "Homeboy" as I like to call him.)

Luke liked me, and let me pet his head, so I was happy again.

Then we went and built a fence.  When I say "we" what I really mean is they (They being homeboy and his Dad) did all the manual labor that made them tired and sweaty, and I sat on the ground and took pictures.

It's what I do.

This gun is not pointed at anything.  It's used to make sure the fence was straight, or aligned, or not crooked...you know what I mean.

These are pliers.  I liked them because they are turquoise.  Homeboy liked them because they were turquoise too. 


After we got most of the work for the day done (We again meaning not me) we took it easy...

I like taking it easy when the views look like the one above. 

It's peaceful.

It's quiet.

It's full of peace and quiet.

Homeboy took time out of his day to contemplate the meaning of life.

Just kidding, he was just taking a break from hiking up the hill.

Ok. I'm lying. He was waiting on me to catch my breath and stop gagging from hiking up the hill.

It was very kind hearted of him.

I repayed him by not falling and breaking my neck.

He appreciated that.

 These horses were contemplating the meaning of life too.

And I was contemplating how long I could get them to stand still and look at me while I took their picture.

All the pretty horses.

It's not just a movie anymore.

Now we're back to Luke.

Isn't he precious?

I decided that I'm going to take him home with me.

Don't tell Homeboy.





I had a good time in Spur, Texas.

Thanks to Homeboy.

Peace, Love, & I promise I'm not completely worthless...



All of the time.

My Seester

Today is a Monday.

Today I drank Sweet Tea for lunch and it made me feel cool because my name is "Sweet T."

But most of all today, I miss my Sister.

Especially when I look at this picture....

A time when we were both young and free...

A time when wearing flowers in your hair was cool...

A time when we laughed at everything, and I do mean everything...

A time when we spent every second of the day quoting Will Ferrell movies...

Ok...Who am I kidding?  We still are young and free. We still wear flowers in our hair.  We still laugh at everything.  And we most definitely still quote Will Ferrell movies. Amen.

Nevertheless, I do still miss my Lovely little sister that probably can no longer be considered little because I am now currently calling her almost everyday asking for her advise for my college problems.

Maybe I should havebeen the youngest daughter?

On second thought...I am way to bossy to be the youngest daughter.

Heck, I'm way to bossy to be the oldest daughter.

Now stop browsing the Internet and go do something useful! Just kidding. Please still read my blog!

Please?

Pretty Please?

I'll make you cupcakes?

Ok good. I'm glad we reached an agreement.




Peace, Love, & I love my seester.

Sweet T (Who drinks Sweet Tea for lunch.)

Eat Meat.

Today I was browsing Facebook being as productive as I *cough*cough* always am, and noticed that one of my friends had shared a link from the New York Times that had this big, daunting, and daring title yelling at me...

"Tell us why it's Ethical to Eat Meat: A Contest."

This was just more than I could bare!

1)Because I love meat.

2)Because I love a challenge.

3)Because I love meat.  Did I already say that? Oh well.

And

4)Because I love meat. Alot. Amen.

So I sat down and in about five minutes I had written a short article, essay, whatever you want to call it, over why meat is ethical.

I'm not sure it will get any point across, but it made me feel better, and it made me feel creative.  And I like to feel creative because I secretly wish I was Martha Stewart. Except for the fact that I don't wish I was Martha Stewart...make sense?

Please enjoy, critique, throw away, whatever your diggin'...I'll understand.

Why is it Ethical to Eat Meat?

Written by: Summer Townsend

                Being the daughter of a Cattleman most people would consider me somewhat bias on this particular topic.  While this may be true, it is also true that I am very open-minded and have a slight tendency to visualize myself as a hippie. And what do hippies do? Well, besides “freeing their minds” they eat very natural and healthy things.  People usually consider food like this to be anything but meat.  They are wrong on this part, because meat can be very healthy. More importantly than that though, meat is ethical.

                I’m about to tell you the reason eating meat is ethical.  Most of you are not going to want to hear it.  Most of are you are going to laugh in my face.  You may even get mad me.  Heck, you may see the first word and run away screaming for your mother.  Whatever your reaction may be, this is something you need to hear, because it is the only truth.

So here it goes….

“Everything that lives and moves about will be food for you. Just as I gave you the green plants, I now give you everything.” Genesis 9:3.

I know what you’re thinking, “This lady is crazy.” Or, “This woman needs to get a life, and off her Daddy’s ranch!” or my personal favorite, “She’s your typical bible thumper.”

So before you think these things, please just stop...breath... and consider the words I have given you.  God gave us meat.  He gave us greens too, both for our enjoyment, and nourishment.

It’s as simple as that.  Eat meat, because the good Lord gave it to you.

On that note, I leave you with this....

Amen.

Peace, Love, & Let's all go have a steak together.

Sweet T

Hands of a Farmer

Have you ever stopped to think what you can tell from a persons hands?

Don't worry, me neither.

Usually when I look at someones hands I'm looking to see what kind of jewels they have on, or what kind of ice cream they are serving me. Amen.

Not until recently when I happened upon the blog Hands of a Farmer did I realize what all you can find out by studying the wrinkles in someones hand.

***Side note: Ok, Ok...I didn't happen upon the blog by myself.  I was assigned this blog as a class project, but I found it so riveting that I kind of wanted to claim it as my own stroke of genus. Forgive me.***

For this blog you take a picture of a farmers hands (Duh) and then tell the farmers story.

Since my own Daddy is not a farmer, I chose my Grandpa because he is the best farmer I know.  And I'm not just saying that because I'm his favorite granddaughter...

*Ahem*cough cough*Ahem* Who just said that?

Moving on....

Now sit back and enjoy as I show you the story of my Farmer named Pop.

(You may refer to him as "Pop" or "Poppy" or "Poppers" or "Poppilicious" or "Fred". His real name isn't Fred, I just think that would suit him....)

Name: David Lynn Templeton
Age: Wise...just kidding, he's 60.

***Side note: To find out Davids age, I had to text him (and the best granddaughter award goes to.....not me.) this is how are conversation went:

Me: "How old you be?
Pop: "60...61 in May"
Me: "Ok old timer"
Pop: "Still a pretty old poot"

Can someone tell me what a "poot" is?***

Background in Agriculture: David Templeton has been farming since birth, and wouldn't have had it any other way.

Most Difficult moment in agriculture: "Now. 2011.  I've been farming for years and years and this has been the toughest year yet."

Most Joyous moment in agriculture:  "All of it.  Getting to raise my family in this hard, quiet, fulfilling way of life that so many don't get to enjoy."

David Templeton is loved by his wife Julie, his two sons, one daughter, and 8 adorable grandchildren that are probably the coolest kids on planet Earth. Amen.


Peace, Love, & Go thank a farmer...preferably ones referred to as "Pop" or "Poppy" or "Poppers" or "Poppilicious" or "Fred"....sorry I'm weird.

Sweet T



P.S. David loves his grandchildren so much that he poses for them in church while they take pictures of his mustache because it is that cool...

Me & Consuela

I fall in love very easily.

When I was three Simba off the Lion King was my only love.

In Kindergarten it was an older man...(First grader.)

When I was in Jr. High it was Nick Jonas off the Jonas Brothers...Remember them? OK, never mind....

In High School it was with cupcakes...Oh wait! I still am in love with cupcakes...

And now...In college....it is with a '64 Fire Engine Red Chevy...And it's name just happens to be Consuela.

She's beautiful.

She's my best friend.

She's all I've ever wanted in life! Just kidding that may be a bit dramatic...but I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore now that I have Consuela.  Me and her...we're inseparable.  I tell her all my problems, she listens.  I give her fine jewelry, she thanks me.  I attempt to drive her pesky stick shift, she sympathizes by dying every once in awhile just so I can regain my composure. 

Me and Consuela (is that proper usage of grammar? Oh well, Consuela don't not care 'bout no grammar anyways)...we're partners in crime.

There is no telling what the two of us can accomplish together.

We're like Bonnie and Clyde!  Or Thelma and Louise!  Or Laverne and Shirley! Accept we really don't want to rob a bank, drive off the Grand Canyon, or have our own sitcom...

Once I trick my ride (Consuela prefers to call it "gettin' gussied up") she will be the hottest ticket in town.

She wants some longhorns to go on her front (she hears they are very slimming) and leopard covered seats so that it will make her red "pop" and, if we can find a big enough one, a disco ball to accentuate her tires. 

And if Consuela wants it, I get it.  Ya dig?

Consuela digs....


I'm pretty sure that from now on I will make 2.5 references to Consuela per blog post, so I hope you can all dig that.

Please dig that.

Thank you...I dig you too.

Amen.


Peace, Love, & Consuela!

Sweet T