tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82634115213562793122024-03-05T21:32:58.145-08:00A Farm Girl's FightAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-52680464212688678762015-01-14T08:00:00.000-08:002015-01-14T18:01:11.192-08:00My Most Favorite PersonI have the most amazing boyfriend ever. Really. He's tall, dark, and handsome but that's the least of my reasons to love him. I've told him over and over (he's probably sick of me saying it) that he's my most favorite person in the world.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAvkOguVia30kky2_yMNOmYcocmzS0UtmqvHEQT7VQSh-BpT-zeeR2wrnb0DBjscWA0k0ReRoRM-_bdPhSotpLTaBSHCEhDvodxbnkYQs6poWN4evQKtCjMh6rWoZZaBBgGrhkcwJF828/s640/blogger-image-253900838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAvkOguVia30kky2_yMNOmYcocmzS0UtmqvHEQT7VQSh-BpT-zeeR2wrnb0DBjscWA0k0ReRoRM-_bdPhSotpLTaBSHCEhDvodxbnkYQs6poWN4evQKtCjMh6rWoZZaBBgGrhkcwJF828/s640/blogger-image-253900838.jpg"></a></div><br></div>
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When something exciting happens, he's the first person I text. When I'm angry and frustrated, he's the one who gets the phone call. And at the end of a long day, there's no one I want to talk to more than him.<br>
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Every day he makes an effort to let me know how much he loves me. He tells me I'm pretty and that he's the luckiest man alive. He tells me he loves me about 1,000 times a day and sometimes I think my heart might brim over with happiness.</div>
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But then I thought - isn't this the way we should look at Christ? Shouldn't He be my favorite person in the whole wide world? When I get in a predicament no matter how big or small, doesn't He want to hear them all? No matter how many times I get angry or frustrated or want to pout, doesn't He love continuously?</div>
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I felt guilty at first that I had never thought of this before. But then I realized how blessed I was that I had a man that brought out the Jesus in me.<br>
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<em>"He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm." - Proverbs 13:20</em><br>
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Despite what girls want the world to see, girls are yucky sometimes. Sometimes I get sick and look miserable and act impatient. But he'll still kiss my forehead and tell me he loves me. This takes commitment people.<br>
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<em>"In the day of my trouble, I call upon you and you answer me." Psalm 86:7</em></div>
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Sometimes we fight. Usually because I get frustrated. I will yell and throw things and take it out on him, even when he did nothing wrong....simply because he's the one I feel most comfortable with. And you know what he does? He gets mad for about 5 seconds then asks me not to be frustrated with him. And usually we get over it.</div>
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<em>"My dear brothers: take note of this - everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. For a man's anger does not bring about the righteous life God desires." - James 1:19-20</em><br>
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Other times we fight and man we really get angry. This is normal in relationships I think. And do you know what? He's always the first to apologize. I mean always the first!<br>
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<em>"Then Peter came to Jesus and asked "Lord, how many times should I forgive my brother or sister who sins against me? Up to seven times?" Jesus answered "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy times seven times"" - Matthew 18:21-22</em></div>
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Don't get me wrong, he's a typical guy. He's not perfect. He says things he doesn't mean, and thinks flatulance is the worlds funniest thing. And I'm pretty sure after two years of dating he still doesn't remember my birthday. But I love him for the big things and don't think I can love him anymore. (I can't wait to see how love grows!)<br>
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<em>"But when the goodness and loving kindness of God, our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to His own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirirt." -Titus 3:4-5</em></div>
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My message is this: be with men who bring out Christ in themselves and more importantly yourself. But always remember that no man can be as perfect and loving as Christ!<br>
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-80978407604426569372014-12-12T04:35:00.001-08:002014-12-15T13:32:16.879-08:00The Truth About Farms: Accidents HappenIf I close my eyes and think, it would take more than two hands to count the number of mothers I know who have had premature babies. I'm sure you know some too.<div><br></div><div>So I got to thinking. All of these women I know are fantastic people. They love their children. Given the opportunity to carry a baby full-term, it wouldn't have been a question. </div><div><br></div><div>Did they do anything wrong? No!</div><div>Is it their fault? No!</div><div>What happened? Who knows.</div><div><br></div><div>My point is that no matter what these mothers did, they couldn't avoid having a preterm baby. It was an unfortunate event. Period.</div><div><br></div><div>Well folks, I'm here to tell you the same thing happens on farms. Gasp! I said it. I told you the truth, the dark side. The not-so-flowery, non public approved, it really happens fact of the matter.</div><div><br></div><div>I can't tell you how many seminars I've attended where people say: some things don't need to be shared to the public. If it isn't pretty, don't tell people because people don't want to know.</div><div><br></div><div>Well, if you don't want to know, don't read this article.</div><div><br></div><div>But, just like life and just like <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">humans, sad things happen on a farm too. And I don't believe that people want things "hidden".</span></div><div><br></div><div>No matter what farmers do, calves are going to be born early. Some will break their legs. Some get sick.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QbksIiMteTJE-MszI1SxB1v-EznHIBoRe7WSaDou54oGEV9Q4YqPyEdRMun3jw4jo38XaZT9lBKIZY9j2qtjMI-4C2wC7L6u3S5k6O0tFSaFl80hWxMz4a3N7EWbKpCZ92lot_e5eB7R/s640/blogger-image--1789077772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5QbksIiMteTJE-MszI1SxB1v-EznHIBoRe7WSaDou54oGEV9Q4YqPyEdRMun3jw4jo38XaZT9lBKIZY9j2qtjMI-4C2wC7L6u3S5k6O0tFSaFl80hWxMz4a3N7EWbKpCZ92lot_e5eB7R/s640/blogger-image--1789077772.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Now, before you point fingers, stop and ask yourself if your child has ever caught a cold or broken their arm??</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah, mhmm, not so fair to bash on farmers when you see a calf in a cast. Farmers care and love their animals just the same, but accidents happen. And unlike your two or three children, farmers could have 20 or 200 to take care of.</div><div><br></div><div>Let me show you some examples.</div><div><br></div><div>This spring, we had a calf born who's front feet were turned up. They weren't broken, they were perfectly normal. The problem was, he was probably turned funky inside the womb and the tendons in his feet didn't form right. All we had to do was put some casts on and force him to stand up.</div><div><br></div><div>Did he wanna do it? Nope, it hurt! Was he in pain? Maybe a little. But, here's the deal, if we didn't force him to get up and walk, he was never going to walk.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrJ13sktfEAbBlNNkS5q_eQMAFMmBAR40NksDbSAbt9lRkgzfHddJ3Oh3amS5aAosjJJQaFrs2Vasr5hFRIFl9tvamUidXFjD71Oi7kmXycPSzt3Q5nklHmko6RjsnlSdVLjCBU4iHv0d/s640/blogger-image-730574421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrJ13sktfEAbBlNNkS5q_eQMAFMmBAR40NksDbSAbt9lRkgzfHddJ3Oh3amS5aAosjJJQaFrs2Vasr5hFRIFl9tvamUidXFjD71Oi7kmXycPSzt3Q5nklHmko6RjsnlSdVLjCBU4iHv0d/s640/blogger-image-730574421.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>(I named him Forrest because we had to "give him new legs".)</div><div><br></div><div>It broke my heart holding him up and making him walk because I knew he didn't like it. But the day he stood up and walked on his own, he ran! He jumped and played and ran because for the first time in his life he could walk.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz72xIBjsKZAa6tlWRDPJEhcS6OQQYUlutoN8XjisXl9cIT_t7IG_X2-dYqQ_lC1IwbNoXMyf-Wotsxd_TvkGwnrNkAMnHRmBJxoxSTIFxLwdx8bX-bgw9vTX-_SE0juJU7xip7cnC20ak/s640/blogger-image-1040356038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz72xIBjsKZAa6tlWRDPJEhcS6OQQYUlutoN8XjisXl9cIT_t7IG_X2-dYqQ_lC1IwbNoXMyf-Wotsxd_TvkGwnrNkAMnHRmBJxoxSTIFxLwdx8bX-bgw9vTX-_SE0juJU7xip7cnC20ak/s640/blogger-image-1040356038.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It was worth it.</div><div><br></div><div>Here's another one. I named this little girl AnnaBelle. She was born about 2 months early. When she was born, she was tiny! Her hair wasn't completely formed, and she was too weak to stand. We kept her under heaters for weeks.</div><div><br></div><div>Even when she was 2 months old, she was smaller than a baby that was a day old. I wish I had pictures of when she was a baby.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QNyjmqH8fykzIJgDNomC9MAEgaOEPSrQs3QJ8hWZqnfavuTr7WDk4MU-7fw1BT8Ksnfj8CWkqQ5JzmuXKNFjAs6_J9gFHexnLRJBM-cKSeY161V1EQjTCfgfKlptuPtuOwiCxr4MHH6a/s640/blogger-image-52605566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0QNyjmqH8fykzIJgDNomC9MAEgaOEPSrQs3QJ8hWZqnfavuTr7WDk4MU-7fw1BT8Ksnfj8CWkqQ5JzmuXKNFjAs6_J9gFHexnLRJBM-cKSeY161V1EQjTCfgfKlptuPtuOwiCxr4MHH6a/s640/blogger-image-52605566.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>But, here she is today, at 4 months old. She's some kind of spunky. I think she knows she got more attention than the other babies.</div><div><br></div><div>So, yes, accidents happen on a farm. I'm sorry to tell you but it does. It breaks our hearts the same as yours. </div><div><br></div><div>Here's what I'm asking. Think of a farm the same as people. Because accidents happen and we're not perfect. </div><div><br></div><div>But what I can assure you is that farmers and ranchers have dedicated their lives to improving animal care and minimizing accidents the best they can. It's our job as farmers to provide for animals; you'll be hard pressed to find an occupation where people care more than that of agriculture.</div><div><br></div><div>So here's to you farmers: for induring the heartache and pain of running a farm when running away sounds like a far better plan.</div><div><br></div><div>I'll tip my hat every day and pray for ya. Thanks for providing for the animals that provide for us. Thanks mom and dad. Thanks to ya all.</div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-31939031966815032992014-08-29T11:30:00.000-07:002014-08-29T11:30:01.329-07:00Farm Fact Friday: A Pig Is A PigSo now that we have finished with covering what each animal is called, let's talk about the different breeds animals can be!<br />
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Just like dogs can be a Labrador or a Chihuahua; cattle, sheep, and pigs can be different breeds too! For the most part, they will be the same size vicinity, unlike that Lab vs Chihuahua, but the breeds are totally different.<br />
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The first breed, that has the highest registration numbers, is the Yorkshire, or York. The York breed is well-known for being great mothers! York's are solid white and have ears that stand upright naturally. <br />
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The next breed, also very popular, is the Hampshire. Hamps are known for their muscle!</div>
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Hamps are solid black with a white belt right behind their shoulders. Again, it ends in "shire", so it's ears stand straight up.</div>
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The next breed is totally different. This solid red hog is called a Duroc, and are known for their growth rate, and also muscling ability.</div>
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Now, the next pig, which looks strikingly similar to the York, is called a Landrace. Landrace's are also known for being great mothers! They are also solid white, but this time they have very large ears that hang down over their eyes!</div>
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Anyway, these are the most easily recognizable breeds in the hog industry. There are LOTS of others, <a href="http://nationalswine.blogspot.com/2012/08/pedigree-portal-breed-characteristics.html" target="_blank">here is a link</a> to the National Swine Registry explaining these same breeds in a little greater detail.</div>
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This blog post is just a friendly reminder that if you are a livestock exhibitor in the great state of Texas, the entry deadline for the State Fair of Texas youth show is MONDAY, August 25th!<br />
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Remember: entries MUST be submitted online - no mail in youth show entries accepted.<br />
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Click <a href="http://bigtex.com/livestock/register/" target="_blank">here</a> to go to the online portal.<br />
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So, pigs aren't like other farm animals, in fact, they're the most different of all. Most animals, like cows and horses, will typically have 1 baby. Pigs, however, will have litters, like dogs or cats. Pigs can have anywhere from 2-14 babies at a time!<br />
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I can't believe I have had my blog for 10 months and failed to post this verse. When I was thinking about an appropriate verse this morning, I came across this and knew it was perfect.<br />
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It is the season. The season of change. It's the time of year when everyone gets ready to go back to school, mainly to college. Or maybe you're one of those people, like my brother, who can't make up their mind and wait until the last minute to decide on where to attend college. Potentially, you're like me and are beginning life post-college. Either way, a lot of big changes are coming about.<br />
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Looking back on my life, I can honestly say my college experience was ALL about walking by faith and not by sight. I thought I would go to A&M, the Lord lead me to Butler. I thought I would still go to A&M after Butler, I went to Texas Tech. I thought I would attend law school, the Lord sent me to Kansas State graduate school. But first with a quick internship at the State Fair of Texas. Pretty much every plan I have ever had, the Lord smiled and sent me in a totally different direction.<br />
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Hint: it was terrifying. I had NO idea I would end up attending two schools in Kansas! Or West Texas, which is basically it's own state. At first, I didn't think I would have the talent or ability or confidence to complete judging on a collegiate level. But the Lord had other plans.<br />
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After mulling over my last four years where I trekked along the Lord's path, I can honestly say they were the most rewarding four years. I can't imagine attending school or loving life any more than I did at Butler or Texas Tech. I have left these schools with more than just a degree, but instead with resounding Christ-based friendships and life long memories.<br />
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Did I think I would ever end up where I did? Not in a million years. No really. I NEVER wanted to attend Texas Tech. But, I did. And, I loved it.<br />
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My point is: following the Lord's plan IS best. He knows the plan for our lives and He knows what is best. <b>So to all those who are starting a new chapter or trying to find your way, lean on the Lord. Then, trust Him.</b><br />
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I need this so much as well! Tomorrow I begin my internship with the State Fair of Texas!<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-3755110842972640752014-07-25T03:00:00.000-07:002015-10-08T09:48:24.823-07:00Farm Fact Friday ~ Boy or Girl ~ CattleToday's Farm Fact Friday edition is all about the naming system! Of course cattle can be boys or girls and it's important to call them the correct title. So, off we go!<br />
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First off, just like a dog would be a "canine", farm animals have scientific names as well.<br />
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Let's start with cattle: a baby is called a "calf".<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-4202688473618009392014-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:002015-10-08T09:49:00.590-07:00Farms: The Abuse of ChildrenRecently, I was reading some blogs and websites of organizations and individuals that oppose farmers. These websites have "facts" that are outrageous. Luckily, these facts have "sources" attached....that link back to their own website. Anyway, it's humorous to me, and gives me ideas for my blogs. And let me tell you what. I am fired up.<br />
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There was a sentence on one of the websites (which no I will not link to their website) that stated:<br />
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"Farmers are awful people that often take advantage of underage children, often their own, forcing them into a life of work and learning of inhumane ways."</div>
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Yes, growing up on a farm my parents made me work. The second I could walk I was carrying bottles to baby calves, mending fence before grade school, and could deliver a baby calf before middle school. I was driving a tractor long before I was legal to drive, and no, I've never once been paid money for all my work.</div>
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I've stood embarrassed at the edge of the elementary school as my dad pulled up in a farm truck with a trailer load of cattle leaving poop in our school parking lot. I've begged to have a family vacation that was always denied with the reason "we can't leave the farm that long". I've worked cows in the sun so long I've been sunburned an uncountable amount, and have an almost permanent 'farmers tan'.</div>
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Yes, my parents made my brother and I work. No questions asked. And know what happened? <b>Character. </b></div>
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The daunting task of feeding calves EVERY SINGLE night taught me<b> responsibility. </b></div>
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The unforgiving smell of manure on my tennis shoes in math class taught me<b> humility.</b></div>
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The field full of hay bales that had to be loaded on a trailer then unloaded in a barn taught me <b>work ethic.</b></div>
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The stubbornness of cattle not wanting to move pens taught me the value of <b>team work.</b></div>
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Newborn calves born in the snow who just didn't want to eat taught me gentle <b>patience.</b></div>
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Sorting 2,000 pound bulls before I got into kindergarten taught me<b> courage.</b></div>
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And, at the end of the day, the sunset beaming streams of warmth down on a green field full of cows taught me <b>happiness.</b></div>
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Growing up on a farm, children are able to learn valuable character traits that are becoming a rarity in today's society. Out here not everyone is a winner, not every harsh truth is shielded from our innocent minds, and to earn something you have to<b> </b>first work for it.</div>
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Additionally, I would also like to point out that the same websites that claim "underage working abuse" also claim farmers and ranchers are cruel to their animals. Somehow I fail to see the connection considering we were all taking care of animals.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com176tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-9128698765329740622014-07-18T05:00:00.000-07:002014-07-18T19:42:30.694-07:00Farm Fact Friday ~ Beef or Dairy?So in response to some questions I've had recently, I will try to up my Farm Fact Friday blog editions! Today's topic: the difference between a beef cow and a dairy cow. How are they the same? How are they different?<br />
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First, the similarities. Well, obviously they're both "cows". They have the same body type, meaning they have the same type of stomach and digestive system. As silly as it sounds, most animals actually do have different stomach systems, this is geared towards their diets. So, when you hear "cows eat lots of corn" well, it is because they have a stomach system geared towards breaking down a lot of starch.<br />
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Cows actually have 4 chambers to their stomach (in order): rumen, reticulum, omasum, and abomasum. The rumen compartment is a giant fermentation vat, essentially, that breaks down food and transforms something humans can't eat (grass) into a nutritious, delicious product we can eat: beef! I hope you feel a little smarter - definitely a healthy dose of science today!<br />
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Dairy cows are totally different. Dairy cows produce calves every year, but they don't have the mothering instinct that beef cows do. Dairy cows will typically have a baby then enter the milk production cycle. Naturally they produce a lot of milk and they like to spend their time lounging around and giving milk - dairy cows like a routine! Dairy cows produce milk that will make "dairy" products like milk, cheese, sour cream, and ice cream.<br />
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Here's a couple more pictures...can you tell if it is a dairy cow or beef cow? Have a great weekend!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-5536481443526743312014-06-17T09:59:00.001-07:002014-06-17T11:00:42.507-07:00He Is HereToday, as I was driving along in rural Oklahoma jamming to some Christian tunes admiring the beautiful blue sky and bright green corn rows, I got to thinking how God really is every where.<div><br></div><div>I have to tell a few stories to back this up because it is just so special to me.</div><div><br></div><div>Exactly a week ago I was sitting outside Texas A&M's Louis Pearce Pavilion waiting with the Hansford Co livestock judging team for the State 4H contest to start. The team was young, none of them had experienced a state contest, and they were nervous. Instead of playing rap songs or hip hop songs to get pumped up, what did they want to listen to? Christian music. So I plugged in my phone and put a little Jesus in our day.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3otQPO7LsAie-7I2KMa7p3caZDNgaoOXvma72uldA5INO5ulBGHWNLy1LN6yH9VVhr42gF7mka5aHcqK2re1NPyll-1ffISPPETLtO-EMNdna1A-JsB29LHDXMsnNC1CBP9X7apS01sF/s640/blogger-image-1149607605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3otQPO7LsAie-7I2KMa7p3caZDNgaoOXvma72uldA5INO5ulBGHWNLy1LN6yH9VVhr42gF7mka5aHcqK2re1NPyll-1ffISPPETLtO-EMNdna1A-JsB29LHDXMsnNC1CBP9X7apS01sF/s640/blogger-image-1149607605.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>As the song was playing, I looked in the rear view mirror to see these awesome kids dressed in khakis and sports coats, ready for their state contest, clenching onto stenos, singing every word to "10,000 Reasons" by Matt Redman.</div><div><br></div><div>"For all your goodness I will keep on singing, 10,00 reasons for my heart to find. Bless The Lord, oh my soul, oh my soul, I'll worship your holy name."</div><div><br></div><div>Then, I looked next to me, saw my uncle and cousin singing the song and what happened? I cried a little. I had on sunglasses thankfully, because a couple tears slid out.</div><div><br></div><div>I knew in that moment. When I closed my eyes and heard the sweet voices of powerful reasons givers softly singing praises of worship - He was there. I could hear it in their voices and see it on their precious faces. God was there, laying comfort on our team.</div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XtwIT8JjddM&feature=kp</span></div><div><br></div><div>Another example, I'll never forget was at the beginning of my judging career at Texas Tech. I've mentioned so many times in prior blogs about how Christ-based our team was. Well, it started off on a strong note when we first began.</div><div><br></div><div>We were on a winter workout in Odessa, Texas when "I Can Only Imagine" by Mercy Me came on the radio. We were driving along scribbling on our stenos, not paying mind to the radio, when our coach suddenly turned the song up loud. We all paused and looked up for a moment to find our coach singing every word. No one in the van said a single word. It was pure silence except for the blaring of the radio and our coach's strong voice as he stared at the road ahead. </div><div><br></div><div>I closed my eyes in that moment and said of prayer of thanksgiving because I knew The Lord had led me to where I needed to be. Then, I knew He was there. From the man who often talked livestock, came "surrounded by your glory what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still? I can only imagine, oh, I can only imagine."</div><div>I could feel His presence among us.</div><div><br></div><div>There are so many stories that run through my mind when I think of Jesus being with us. But, it's the special moments that take me by surprise.</div><div><br></div><div>It reminds me of my moms favorite old hymn: He Lives.</div><div><br></div><div>"He walks with me and talks me along life's merry way. He lives! He lives! Christ Jesus lives today. You ask me how I know He lives...He lives within my heart."</div><div><br></div><div>So today, I pray our eyes be opened, our ears be sharp, and heart ready. For Jesus is around us in everything we do. He lives within our hearts <3</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-24302481880986502132014-06-05T07:06:00.000-07:002014-06-05T07:06:08.358-07:00Put Your Trust In Agriculture Part 1: Motivation<div style="text-align: center;">
"Act in a manner that is ethical and consistent." -Center for Food Integrity</div>
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In today's modern, technologically savvy, urban dense society, the average American is over three-generations removed from the family farm. In my grandparents generation, nearly everyone had a chicken or two and a milk cow in the back yard. Today, that's not how society runs. The majority of consumers buy all of their food from the grocery store and most have no idea how it got there.<br />
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To no surprise, there seems to be a new trend of consumers wanting to know "where their food comes from". As a producer, it's easy to look out my kitchen window and know exactly where my food comes from. The way my momma raised me, if you have something someone else needs, share it.<br />
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<b>As a food producer, I am confident in American agriculture products produced daily.</b> At the end of the day, my family and I are consumers, just like
non-agriculture Americans. We eat at the same restaurants, we buy the
same groceries, we prepare the same meals that are set at the table and
blessed, just like everyone else.<br />
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Therefore, over the next couple of weeks, I will be posting a series of seven blog posts all related to trust. Luckily, according to <a href="http://www.foodintegrity.org/research" target="_blank">The Center For Food Integrity</a>, there are seven elements to trust-building transparency. I'll reveal these seven elements through my blogs, and why farmers should be the most trust-worthy individual in America.....after all, they are the ones that feed and clothe the world.<br />
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Plus! As an additional bonus, I have made contact with some farmers of my generation. They are the future of farming and have graciously offered up their time to lay input on the seven reasons farmers do what we do.</div>
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The first element to understanding and trusting farmers is understanding the <b>motivation</b> behind<i> </i>what we do.<br />
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My first guest blogger to address the topic of "motivation" is Brett Moriarty. Although a recent graduate of Texas A&M, Brett reigns from Medical Lake, Washington where he grew up on a diversified farming operation primarily working with horses and cattle.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span>"Farming and ranching are not simply jobs" Brett says, "to some they are just a career, but to many farming/ranching is a lifestyle."</span></span><br />
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According to the USDA, <a href="http://www.ers.usda.gov/publications/eib-economic-information-bulletin/eib67.aspx#.U4_d9CioqfM" target="_blank">98% of all farms are family farms</a>, so for families like mine and Brett's, farming is not just a form of revenue, it's a family tradition. </span></span><br />
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Brett goes on to say "Those members of society who are involved in production agriculture are
some of the best hearted people you will ever come across. They take
pride in getting things done to the best of their abilities.
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To any readers who also have the responsibility of being a parent, you
can easily relate to one of the integral parts of agriculture: nurturing
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Some people make the claim that farmers and ranchers are in it to 'get
rich'. However, there is a good chance that these critics have never been
a part of agriculture. The margins in the business are often extremely
small. This means that whether a producer farms
crops or raises livestock, they must keep the health of their product as
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safe, wholesome food to consumers, (a category that everyone falls
into), as well as by a continued effort to build a more sustainable
process so future generations can experience an increased
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-24497894721879120162014-06-01T20:55:00.000-07:002014-06-01T20:55:05.086-07:00Sweet Sunday: 1 Corinthians 16:13<div class="ResultText" style="text-align: center;">
"Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be men of courage; be strong."</div>
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So, since I have been awful at blogging I will let you all know what is new in my life! I think this verse is very applicable to my current adventures so I'm sharing it primarily for my personal benefit!</div>
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Currently, I am in Mulhall, Oklahoma helping my cousin with his political campaign. We travel and talk to voters and do all kinds of fun stuff! This verse is especially true to remember when getting caught up in politics and the hub-bub of busy life, I have to remember to keep myself grounded, to be courageous, strong, and mainly to stand firm in faith. </div>
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I have started a new tradition, thanks to a new blog I now love - <a href="http://cupandaslice.wordpress.com/blog/" target="_blank">Cup and a Slice</a>! I take time each morning to drink a good cup of coffee and read a couple chapters out of the bible. (Seriously, invest in good coffee, it's one area of life that should never be shorted. I prefer Dunkin' Donuts hazelnut.) </div>
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Also, if anyone has any suggestions of favorite books of the bible - I am almost finished with Proverbs and open to taking suggestions on my next book, comment below :)</div>
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Additionally, I am helping my uncle coaching a 4-H livestock judging team! The state contest is in 10 days so we are working very hard. This is by far one of my favorite tasks I've taken part in! If it isn't already known, I'm a livestock judging guru, I seriously love it. So far, coaching has proven to be much more fun than actually judging. Except on contest day - then it's not as fun, it's way too stressful being outside the doors!</div>
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Anyway, I wanted to write this verse not only for myself, but also my sweet Hansford County livestock judgers. I just love to remember that God is with us in everything we do. At the end of the day, after looking at pigs and cattle, it's important to hit our knees and thank the Lord for giving us the opportunity to have such a wonderful life <3</div>
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This morning in church our pastor made a brief comment about how faith must be put into practice to be useful. So I got to thinking and I believe I have come up with a pretty nifty comparison: faith is like football. I like football, so bare with me here!</div>
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As I've grown in my faith, I've realized that "faith" isn't just going to church on Sunday. "Faith" isn't just donating time for community service or tossing a couple bucks into the offering plate. "Faith" isn't proclaiming that you are a Christian in the religion category on facebook. </div>
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No, faith is a relationship. It requires attention, practice, repetition, and time. Kind of like football. If you jump on the field and haven't read the rule book, you'll be in trouble. Faith must be practiced to work. Football must be practiced to work.</div>
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If you don't communicate with the coach, you don't know the game plan. To know your life direction, you have to know the voice to be followed.<br />
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On a side note, I'm already excited for football season to begin. And, in case you wanted to see a cute video, here's a video of my piglet Tilly eating an apple. She's not so little anymore!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-76009690866849880782014-05-23T13:55:00.001-07:002014-05-23T13:55:39.527-07:00Welcome HomeSo, first I must apologize for the lengthy amount of time since the prior blogpost! This month I graduated college, turned about her year older, moved houses, and soon will start my first job - yikes! I thought I would spend some time compiling my tips and advice to successfully surviving college. I've tried many times - not sure I've got the golden key, maybe there will be a blog over this in the future....maybe, if I'm feeling confident enough that I actually did survive it successfully!<div><br></div><div>But in the meantime, I did manage to snap a few pictures of an excitement on our farm - new babies! I know I've mentioned before that we raise all of our own heifer/cow prospects. But this week, a friend of my father's had a dairy herd dispersal, so my dad jumped on the band wagon to purchase some outside genetics.</div><div><br></div><div>About 8 pm Wednesday night, my dad called me and said "Emily, you and Connor [my brother] go up to the barn and start preparing pens, I'm bringing 21 new heifers in!"</div><div><br></div><div>When Dad calls, we better go! Time is of the essence to make sure the new babies get off the trailer quickly thus minimizing hauling stress!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmdGMtpMUq7Le8ZFp5ZHMAwKQhUp6wvtkj4Pl3SYazP7dhBhdTLbL_1z5DVONRy0fsKXTfLx9vbxh6oGu97oXnyvH-4TxyWhbR_N5z91DWvYClWJVm2aI0YflbX381LwCmqZgl-3tuV2e/s640/blogger-image-2099823837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmdGMtpMUq7Le8ZFp5ZHMAwKQhUp6wvtkj4Pl3SYazP7dhBhdTLbL_1z5DVONRy0fsKXTfLx9vbxh6oGu97oXnyvH-4TxyWhbR_N5z91DWvYClWJVm2aI0YflbX381LwCmqZgl-3tuV2e/s640/blogger-image-2099823837.jpg"></a></div><br><div>Here's our newly arrived heifers calves in the trailer about to be unloaded.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHud1p_GrRaDR0UXD4KeBJLftatRpiIDx8BaPD0Xeo_zHppnENUGvKSmuAi8o3hob7jL8qilg28rhZf8LfPf5HE40vmUBaocJJNQHeko9TFzS1WOJCmn076jReZPeSb0AbCqL1oQPIthiA/s640/blogger-image--621487989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHud1p_GrRaDR0UXD4KeBJLftatRpiIDx8BaPD0Xeo_zHppnENUGvKSmuAi8o3hob7jL8qilg28rhZf8LfPf5HE40vmUBaocJJNQHeko9TFzS1WOJCmn076jReZPeSb0AbCqL1oQPIthiA/s640/blogger-image--621487989.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We separated them into different pens based on different sizes. This way, when we feed them, competition will be reduced and each calf can grow at an appropriate, healthy growth rate.</div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EYUtEsFTXXhAnBby2qm6dakuVGCsvLd5_jObiraV2sVXL8JFu-wijDDBhRiBAnGHhcuGi1XqCm-hHitjYm5Ewuns69LdE80JmCEvQaq6VBuVwv9xVbcOPKCIG5kzeMVfatew5wMN1_cE/s640/blogger-image-203585372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5EYUtEsFTXXhAnBby2qm6dakuVGCsvLd5_jObiraV2sVXL8JFu-wijDDBhRiBAnGHhcuGi1XqCm-hHitjYm5Ewuns69LdE80JmCEvQaq6VBuVwv9xVbcOPKCIG5kzeMVfatew5wMN1_cE/s640/blogger-image-203585372.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>The next step was making sure the babies got fed properly for the evening. These calves will grow up to be the cows that produce milk for America, so giving them great nutrition from the start is pertinent! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zITQ1LKmjqaNHNrF35B7uoPnV6imOw0SDPepzOjsIDDm_NcL3IYxeTjYL7Q1IH_ceRbkH8l3qKJSFYFzf3B9mTVqQSDGfp8YQEnj2tCKqzLOWDq7RXDq9te9c-Yeq3mm-apMNVu2HV5L/s640/blogger-image--554116890.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zITQ1LKmjqaNHNrF35B7uoPnV6imOw0SDPepzOjsIDDm_NcL3IYxeTjYL7Q1IH_ceRbkH8l3qKJSFYFzf3B9mTVqQSDGfp8YQEnj2tCKqzLOWDq7RXDq9te9c-Yeq3mm-apMNVu2HV5L/s640/blogger-image--554116890.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>On normal days, the calves will get fresh milk from our milk tank. But since these arrived after feeding hours, we had to mix some powdered milk. This milk has the same needed nutrients as fresh milk, it's much like formula for human babies.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejSMEt429jYMF30Lk3FuLmtAw3B3irCMcrb_gPMRolT7v1QlLLEkgQoUI3Fe3gLihYBXV8IO6GEEAS37noMkK3Rqf9UlXtMEoA5dehc-mpXz-jxBq3wbRKt7rlXCRw8nMuCMYUdIVxUj-/s640/blogger-image-398669034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejSMEt429jYMF30Lk3FuLmtAw3B3irCMcrb_gPMRolT7v1QlLLEkgQoUI3Fe3gLihYBXV8IO6GEEAS37noMkK3Rqf9UlXtMEoA5dehc-mpXz-jxBq3wbRKt7rlXCRw8nMuCMYUdIVxUj-/s640/blogger-image-398669034.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here's Dad mixing milk in one of our sanitized mixing buckets.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uMmvk0kNXma7I1uSrLzqoKglKI5_-cOpu84IvQpqIRr_3l9p4Tq14IVZ7EDmSvOtJamRl_nCePCd5Tm5bLclNg83zR3OsviBALFBg_HMyH7iYETgloDK4rU4OuylIGw3LtBAoJY5UQuo/s640/blogger-image-1032532379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uMmvk0kNXma7I1uSrLzqoKglKI5_-cOpu84IvQpqIRr_3l9p4Tq14IVZ7EDmSvOtJamRl_nCePCd5Tm5bLclNg83zR3OsviBALFBg_HMyH7iYETgloDK4rU4OuylIGw3LtBAoJY5UQuo/s640/blogger-image-1032532379.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Next step, grab some clean, sanitized bottles and fill with milk. this bucket held 9 bottles of milk.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YGi6y1WhGmnSujmL4W0c0881Y9OqpLs62B1UBIWN_RK3ZoPvGhREmPy0v8uOyZAYoALtqQtpWX3TyEvi6qTcz-b7aOysyGbm88DkPizdjx2QwmFICQRMTyFY6QRgE0sUYMr2QUoMUI6o/s640/blogger-image--284587933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YGi6y1WhGmnSujmL4W0c0881Y9OqpLs62B1UBIWN_RK3ZoPvGhREmPy0v8uOyZAYoALtqQtpWX3TyEvi6qTcz-b7aOysyGbm88DkPizdjx2QwmFICQRMTyFY6QRgE0sUYMr2QUoMUI6o/s640/blogger-image--284587933.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Fill with milk and put on the nipple.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLut2G7jLAmN97QAr5vTivwv1MblWclYx7YB2W4F1ZMOATbTlGcSGgG3wc_TRSOfux-Soto7f0wmiK947jaFi9hwgXHSH143a_gpSnJzmYjj1Sd8nkaZEWU4NnKLFmyXMrX_FvvJqiIat/s640/blogger-image-1539322724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLut2G7jLAmN97QAr5vTivwv1MblWclYx7YB2W4F1ZMOATbTlGcSGgG3wc_TRSOfux-Soto7f0wmiK947jaFi9hwgXHSH143a_gpSnJzmYjj1Sd8nkaZEWU4NnKLFmyXMrX_FvvJqiIat/s640/blogger-image-1539322724.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>They seemed to be pretty happy!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlsS9ncyqnwz-Bd42f0udQOtGeUarrJSjtxWHyCaOrrPKSZSugZwcBlRqyEYwM_zhHkNkK2zfaJob1JiNdBRFZS-aTeFgUtBkZ3Q8eEkFSbN7tlET9VPUHtdiheo4Rcdf4kvVDSJkDrqD/s640/blogger-image-1899519964.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDlsS9ncyqnwz-Bd42f0udQOtGeUarrJSjtxWHyCaOrrPKSZSugZwcBlRqyEYwM_zhHkNkK2zfaJob1JiNdBRFZS-aTeFgUtBkZ3Q8eEkFSbN7tlET9VPUHtdiheo4Rcdf4kvVDSJkDrqD/s640/blogger-image-1899519964.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In the end, as my Dad says, it's not only ensuring a healthy start, it's about caring for the well-being of animals.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1LoE8NqMgC2iOxfOLwcrSEYjVRUO8oMjE8EfjIWPrC_QeCGA_Ml7ZwCbweNFG8odLF290UHT_2MK-noaGFJWp-bWIgfuFE2swKzfzRRF01mQx4h8qQSRV9kqA0bwhRD-3wZxA3C_4mWh/s640/blogger-image--1457292544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I managed to get all 5 food groups in ONE meal!</div><div><br></div><div>Now, for the main meal, unlike every other food blog, I can not give you the recipe to this marvelous dish.</div><div><br></div><div>You see, it's a secret family recipe. I begged and begged my mother and Grammy to give me the recipe to Slum Gullen but no one would ever give it to me - the only way to know is to watch it being made. So, essentially, I'm extended the same generosity to you all :)</div><div><br></div><div>Over the years however I've come to believe that story to be a big fib! I'm now 90% certain they made it different every time. But you better believe I still make it exactly like the last time my mom made it and I figured out what she put in it!</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, I've come to believe Slum Gullen as just a recipe you make when you want to get rid of random things in your pantry. Throw in ground beef, pasta and whatever veggies you want, then top with cheese. Maybe it's the fantasy that the recipe is forbidden to the broader public, or maybe it really is as tastey as I think it is - but personally it's one of my favorite meals!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7UhwEh8zSs5AQA-8lLMvtOtUN4sItQO_DucOfU6kAM3LAX0fUJjvZWCnj1wxGhk00tyTa6lTvY7omvHnsB5YP7MnhspFwQ3cHnsiZCS79Yqc_TjgCa-O8nsmB0zOo7AROdMliobML2Aw/s640/blogger-image-1889693173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7UhwEh8zSs5AQA-8lLMvtOtUN4sItQO_DucOfU6kAM3LAX0fUJjvZWCnj1wxGhk00tyTa6lTvY7omvHnsB5YP7MnhspFwQ3cHnsiZCS79Yqc_TjgCa-O8nsmB0zOo7AROdMliobML2Aw/s640/blogger-image-1889693173.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I topped with cheese so all my ingredients are hidden!</div><div><br></div><div>So that plows out 4 of the 5 food groups, plus I served with cheesy broccoli - which is totally healthy....I think....</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhlxORwEdUktKj3fLhvwDiDMrOyVCnF6YgxNGIzfowHHLDciYSRdUzXDAeOuBSeZjW8o8G9Xs0kaRYYnElRIOlkGrlfEDR6nKR_pwi28Vo1Wt05gvW3cAU_xQcKi2YxsJPMHx-ob1Q8Lf/s640/blogger-image--2108429316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhlxORwEdUktKj3fLhvwDiDMrOyVCnF6YgxNGIzfowHHLDciYSRdUzXDAeOuBSeZjW8o8G9Xs0kaRYYnElRIOlkGrlfEDR6nKR_pwi28Vo1Wt05gvW3cAU_xQcKi2YxsJPMHx-ob1Q8Lf/s640/blogger-image--2108429316.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Then for the final food group - fruits, we had strawberry shortcake. 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So I took the award away!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBgktAlYPtdBbh23L-oZouOHslcs4b-ADLHlxmtGaqXAgpb3E3W9qKZYVLosj12jnquP2n_JwyCc0w3u_o6TcgdsBJ3eZkD1VZs8-LbtET2yl1uwG2qK9ZZ0hbVyuoUmW1N1C-oAucv1w/s640/blogger-image-873253894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbBgktAlYPtdBbh23L-oZouOHslcs4b-ADLHlxmtGaqXAgpb3E3W9qKZYVLosj12jnquP2n_JwyCc0w3u_o6TcgdsBJ3eZkD1VZs8-LbtET2yl1uwG2qK9ZZ0hbVyuoUmW1N1C-oAucv1w/s640/blogger-image-873253894.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Ok that's all from your new Wonder Woman! Have a great day!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-41075228199911630642014-04-27T11:50:00.000-07:002014-04-27T11:50:52.775-07:00Sweet Sunday: Colossians 3:23<div style="text-align: center;">
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"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as if working for the Lord, not for men."</div>
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Although this is one of <b>my very favorite</b> verses in the bible, hearing it this morning in church it really hit me upside the head. </div>
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As our pastor discussed "working for the Lord", I began to think about it's application to my life. Our pastor brought out 3 points that we could do to better embrace all the work we do in our lives. Oh how perfectly timed this was. I just can't get enough.</div>
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<u>1. Wherever you are, embrace it, because God is always working.</u></div>
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For a lot of people, this is applied to the job they're in. Whether it is being a mom, planting corn, or saving lives, the message was to thank the Lord for putting you in that position.</div>
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But, I have to admit, as a college student with only a part-time job, it came across in a different light to me. As I've admitted before, I'm a "Type A" personality and I feel the need to be prepared, be organized, be ready and always thinking about the future.</div>
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Being prepared for the future is great, but here's the deal: we're not in the future, we're in the present. And as much as I hate to admit it, I don't know what the future holds, and all too often I miss what's happening in the present. God is always working. He's always working to prepare me for the future.</div>
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Yes, I want to think about graduate school, and be excited to graduate and ready to start my life outside of college - but in doing so I'm missing my final days at Tech. Wherever you are, embrace it.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't help it. I had to post my awesome senior picture, taken by Khaki Scrivner - thanks a million!</td></tr>
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<u>2. Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart.</u></div>
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This of course relates back to the verse in Colossians. All too often I forget that my actions reflect the work of the Lord.</div>
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It's true that the Lord deserves nothing but excellence. If I'm working for the Lord, I need to "strive for excellence". (How perfect is it that this is the Texas Tech motto!?) In everything I do, I should strive to better the kingdom of the Lord. </div>
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Studying for my Horse Production test is a stretch - but hey, that's what prayer is for, right?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just keep studying, just keep studying. Thanks Khaki for giving me hope to remember why I need to study! 20 days left....</td></tr>
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<u>3. Wherever you are, and whatever you do, find the eternal value in it.</u></div>
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This one I feel is the most difficult task to assess. Studying for a test, changing a diaper, driving a tractor, grading papers, all these are tasks that may not feel like have eternal value.</div>
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So what's the plan? Stop looking for the meaning in what we do, and start taking the meaning to what we do.</div>
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<span style="color: #741b47;">Just for today I will work for the Lord. Just for today I will find purpose in my actions. Then, I will do it tomorrow. Then, I will do it the next day. 21 days develops a habit, and it's time to start.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-1808862721727528432014-04-23T08:43:00.000-07:002014-04-23T09:14:46.599-07:00A Real Life Farmer?So, I have no idea how these "opportunities" just fall into my lap. Honestly, I have the most bizarre experiences. But, hey, they make for great blog posts!<br />
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So two weeks ago, a few of my friends and I attended a concert in town. While there, two of my friends, Stefanie Neuhaus and Lindsay Bowman and I were talking and enjoying the concert when an unknown college student, a male, approached us.<br />
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The college student, who unfortunately still remains nameless, began small talk. He asked us where we were from (Texas, New Mexico, and Colorado), and where we were attending college (Texas Tech and University of Arkansas). Then, it got interesting.<br />
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<b>Male:</b> "So what's yall's major, are yall in a sorority?"<br />
<b>Stefanie:</b> "No, we are agriculture majors, we were on the livestock judging teams."<br />
<b>Male: </b>"WHOA, so yall are like.....farmers..?!?"<br />
<b>Emily: </b>"Yes, we grew up on farms."<br />
<b>Male:</b> "So yall could like drive a tractor, or work with a cow?! No you girls are lying?! No way!"<br />
(we were figuring out he much not have had much agriculture experience)<br />
<b>Lindsay:</b> "Yes, that's correct, we work with animals."<br />
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<b>Male:</b> "Wow, never would've guessed that. But that's cool, I respect your decision to be poor for the rest of your life."<br />
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At this point, a few of our male friends noticed the "absolute shock look" on our face and came over to see what the problem was. Our unknown friend then wandered away.<br />
Note: he actually came back to inform us he "could've came across the wrong way", but the conversation was very short.<br />
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Either way, the three of us girls got to thinking about the common misperceptions of agriculturalists. I've wrote about this in some of my blogs before, but some people I believe still view farmers as a "different species". Here's a few pictures of Stefanie, Lindsay and I proving we can be more than just farmers.<br />
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Stefanie and I interned on Capitol Hill, in an office, working on legislation all last summer.<br />
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Then came home to tend cows and fulfill roles as care-taker, nutritionist, and the occasional veterinarian.</div>
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Farmers and ranchers feel the importance to stay at home and tend to animals and crops. But, we also travel the nation. Here's Stefanie and I on the boardwalk in Ocean City, Maryland.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-45563901904135807432014-04-22T15:19:00.000-07:002014-04-22T15:19:46.348-07:00Jesus Is....So I apologize for not posting a Sunday verse, if you can imagine, we were spending time with family and enjoying company together. It's not that I don't love my blog, but sometimes priorities trump all.<br />
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Hey, we admired God's beautiful creation. Technology was a secondary factor this weekend.<br />
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But, anyway, back to the topic at hand. So I am stealing this idea from our pastor at <a href="http://www.aldersgatelive.org/" target="_blank">Aldersgate Church</a> who spoke on the times where Jesus said "I am...", validating Himself as the Lord. In all reality, I had never gone through the bible and noted the times were Jesus stated what He was. So, I have complied all of the "I am" statements in the book of John that tells of Jesus' teachings and miracles.<br />
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"Then Jesus declared, '<b>I am the bread of life. </b>He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty.'" -John 6:35</div>
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"<b>I am the living bread</b> that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. This bread is my flesh which I give for the world." John 6:51 </div>
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Now, here, Jesus is declaring hunger and thirst? But is it real water? Let's backtrack a couple chapters to when a Samaritan woman asked Jesus how basic water would cure eternal thirst.</div>
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"Jesus answered 'Everyone who drinks this water {water from a well} will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." -John 4:13-14</div>
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Jesus' reference to water is spiritual, meaning believe in Him and your spirit will never thirst for more.<br />
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"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said '<b>I am the light of the world. </b>Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of the world." -John 8:12</div>
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"But he continued, 'You are from below, <b>I am from above.</b> You are of this world, I am not of this world. I told you that you would die in your sins; if you do not believe that I am the one I claim to be, you indeed will die in your sins." -John 8:23-24</div>
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That one was laden with "I am" but I think it's explanatory.</div>
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"<b>I am the good shepherd.</b> I know my sheep and my sheep know me. Just as the Father knows me and I know the Father - and I lay down my life for the sheep." -John 10:14</div>
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When our pastor lectured on this he noted how humerus it was that Jesus refers to us as sheep. Sometimes people can be pretty dumb, just like sheep. We need a lot of guidance.</div>
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"<b>I am the gate. </b>Whoever enters through me will be saved."</div>
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"Jesus answered '<b>I am the way and the truth and the life. </b>No one comes to the Father except through me." - John 14:6<br />
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There is only one way to heaven, through Jesus. This Sunday, I hope you celebrated your one way ticket to heaven through Jesus. If not, it's never too late to accept Him into your heart.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-5041480844115089372014-04-10T13:49:00.000-07:002014-04-11T08:37:44.885-07:0015 Passenger<div style="text-align: left;">
So, for those of you who don't know me, I have a confession: I am a scrap booker! I mean, I keep everything from movie tickets to banquet booklets to newspapers. Today, I was catching up on some scrap booking from last fall, and I came across a few pictures that really made me tear up.</div>
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After spending a few minutes pasting pictures, I sat back and relished the memories I've made over the past four years. (I had to pick up my cap and gown yesterday, and that was super depressing. Ever since then I've been thinking back to my years of college and how FAST they go).</div>
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Of all the memories I have, some of the sweetest are from the inside of a 15 passenger van, cruising the country with self-proclaimed livestock enthusiasts, not really knowing if we were searching for a trophy or just wanting to see history in the makings.<br />
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I found a picture I have on my phone of pitch black darkness. At first, I couldn't remember why it was still on my phone. Then, I remembered the night I took it - intentionally. We were driving to Austin, Minnesota, it was awfully late at night and my team was singing 1970's country songs in the van, as we were driving through the open fields of Iowa. I remember thinking how blessed I was and that nothing in the world could have been better than sharing the inside of that 15 passenger van that smelled like hog poop. </div>
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To some, it's a big white van with a school logo on the outside. To livestock judgers, it's signing to Elvira, sharing a prayer, wiping a tear, and filling blank pages with the words of your heart. It's learning about each others passions, while discovering your own. </div>
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I know for those in junior college, your season is over. My one word of advice would be to continue onward. Don't stop after junior college, judge on into senior college if your heart pulls you that way.</div>
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Finally, here's a poem one of my teammates wrote about another "odd" object that means more to judgers, the steno. Happy Thursday!</div>
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The steno, a 99 cent purchase from a local store,</div>
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A 99 cent investment, worth so much more.</div>
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The steno, comes in different sizes, shapes and hues,</div>
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It doesn't know it, but it'll soon be abused.</div>
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It'll get wrinkled, crinkled, weathered and smushed,</div>
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It'll be dropped in the mud and stuck in your tush.</div>
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The steno, use a clip so your pages don't flap,</div>
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You'd be lost without it, but you still treat it like crap.</div>
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It's use is unrestricted, it's use for more than just notes,</div>
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It can stir ewes, drive hogs, and straighten up stantion fighting goats.</div>
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The steno, a judgers best tool,</div>
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Used for evaluating critters with hide, hair, and wool.</div>
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The steno, can't blame it for a loss, but it's vital for a win,</div>
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It's infinitesimal wisdom relies on who holds the pen.</div>
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The steno, from all over the country, it's seen some stock,</div>
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Yet, it travels in your suitcase next to a dirty sock!</div>
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It's traveled many of hours down i-10,</div>
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And stayed many of nights at the Holiday Inn.</div>
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When you work up your set, it'll keep you honest and true,</div>
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It'll get you strange looks from a stranger or two.</div>
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Moral of the story, treat the steno with class.</div>
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Keep it close to your heart, even when stuck in your....tush.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-77197784919706345292014-04-08T04:00:00.000-07:002014-04-08T09:11:01.365-07:00The Good ShepherdEven though it's not Sunday, I just couldn't help myself from sharing this link. This is a sermon our pastor at Aldersgate Church gave last week and I LOVE it so much.<br />
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The sermon is all about livestock and even incorporates livestock showing - he's speaking my language! Pastor Ryan incorporates Jesus' statement "I AM the good shepherd" into our daily lives. If you have 40 extra minutes in your day, I highly suggest listening to <a href="http://aldersgatelive.org/sermons/good-shepherd/?player=audio" target="_blank">this sermon, click here,</a> or plug in the link below. <br />
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Have a wonderful Tuesday friends!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-69457681704707282702014-04-06T13:56:00.000-07:002014-04-06T20:54:26.454-07:00Sweet Sunday: 1 Timothy 6:11-12<div style="text-align: center;">
"But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith." -1 Timothy 6:11-12</div>
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I love this verse because God is commanding us the attributes He desires to see in us, but He's not saying it will be easy.</div>
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Even God is saying "fight the good fight". Being gentle for example is not easy. It's nature to become angry. Sometimes fighting the good fight of the faith is fighting natural reaction and choosing to be godly or gentle.</div>
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Anyway, I would also like to take the time to congratulate my cousin, John, on returning home from five years of service in the marine corps. Thanks for fighting the good fight for our country. Proud of you!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8263411521356279312.post-88814559329663641502014-04-03T10:00:00.002-07:002014-04-03T13:27:04.849-07:00What Does A Farmer Look Like?I'm sure everyone has heard the saying "any publicity is good publicity." Well, I personally disagree when it comes to the agriculture industry.<br>
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For any agriculturalist that has seen the new "farmersonly.com" commercial on television, I'm sure you'll agree with me. The commercial includes three farmers in overalls, with straw in their mouths, barely any teeth, and acting absolutely surprised at the function of a computer.<br>
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Honestly, I think the majority of America views farmers and ranchers as "old time" and "outdated". Yet, that's actually the opposite. In order to keep up with a growing population and growing food demand, farmers must use technology to keep progressing their operations and feeding the world.<br>
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<a href="http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2013/03/03/farming-technology-ipad-apps/1959139/" target="_blank">Today, 94% of farmers have a cell phone, while half of American farmers have a smartphone, such as andriod or iPhone.</a> From personal experience, my dad is always on his cell phone, checking market prices, commodity changes, or making calls to keep our dairy in business.<br>
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<a href="http://farmfutures.com/story-computer-use-among-farmers-2013-0-101673" target="_blank">Computers are also on the rise, in August 2013, 70% of American farmers had a computer or lap top.</a> On our farm, we use a computer to keep farm records like: when a cow calves, how much milk she produces, and other needed information.<br>
Fun fact: cotton farmers support the most computer usage per industry.<br>
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Although it doesn't apply directly to cows, tractors for farming are filled with technology to help keep yields high and efficiency at a maximum. Here is a picture of a "mini computer" that counts the number of hay bales produced per pasture, and how much the pasture yields each year! Our hay baling tractors have their own mini-computers that stay in them all year round.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrk4vSq9VIrHyYOQiR_llq0vHjx56KdMGpiyziLy7xiDP2O5bYQ1nsYZafpMjk06JAiiH64zmERF7u_sbnV-5xzd8gq2WIgmL80ekuLF3pA4Zrzps74WF1inlH4Dzo9hK32aBhBtCuaEEj/s640/blogger-image-1534665574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrk4vSq9VIrHyYOQiR_llq0vHjx56KdMGpiyziLy7xiDP2O5bYQ1nsYZafpMjk06JAiiH64zmERF7u_sbnV-5xzd8gq2WIgmL80ekuLF3pA4Zrzps74WF1inlH4Dzo9hK32aBhBtCuaEEj/s640/blogger-image-1534665574.jpg"></a></div><br>
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Ever wonder about your milk? Even our milk tank has it's own data system to make sure the milk is ALWAYS at the right temperature and fresh at all times.<br>
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And finally, check out this picture of my dad and two of his brothers, all dairy farmers! They have all their teeth, own cell phones, and even wear khakis at times.<br>
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<b>Farmers are normal people with an extraordinary passion for livestock.</b></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18099151238357918919noreply@blogger.com0