I’m Not The Pioneer Woman

So, I started a blog.  I did a lot of thinking before deciding on a domain name.  After a long night of tossing and turning this one just stuck.  I love everything Pioneer Woman.  I would be her if I could.  My life is so not Pioneer Woman.  In fact, it is the opposite of Pioneer Woman.

I don’t live on a ranch.  I do have three chickens and two dogs nestled into the backyard of my 1970’s suburban lot.  The chickens lay eggs at their convenience.  The dogs defend their territory with great enthusiasm.  And although my husband has threatened to bring home a cow or horse or goat, it hasn’t actually happened.  Our neighbors might report us to the city.

I don’t do a lot of fancy cooking.  I used to love to cook.  Somewhere along the way I got burned out.  I occasionally get inspired by an episode of The Pioneer Woman cooking show and have attempted many of her recipes over the years.  Some more successfully than others.  My version of chicken and dumplings is pretty darn good and my potato skins seem to be a hit.

I don’t have a brand.  But if I did, I would hope I had the intelligence to promote and market it as successfully as The Pioneer Woman.  I must admit, I am jealous of her business savvy.  She is one smart cookie.  No pun intended.  I have often admired her product line at the local Wal-mart.  (Hint, hint, my family.  Christmas is just around the corner.)

What do I hope to accomplish with this blog?  Before starting this I did some research on the internet about blogging.  One site had five basic areas that interest readers the most:

  1. Solve a problem
  2. Relieve fears
  3. Learn something new
  4. Reach a goal
  5. Entertainment

I’m not sure I know what my niche is just yet.  I intend to let things evolve naturally.  I may find I have something of value to offer during the evolution.   As a mom, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a full time working woman, I should be able to contribute something beneficial to the blogging world.

In closing, for Veteran’s Day today, I would like to thank all the military veterans for their service to this great country.  Thank you!

If you took the time to read this, Thank you!!  May we meet again soon.

I Have a Follower

I have a follower.  After weeks of sharing, tweeting, and forcing my blog on family and friends I have a follower.  So, my number one follower, this post is for you.

I thought blogging would be easy and that I would be inspired to write brilliant, interesting, and entertaining posts every day.  I figured I had a bottomless bucket of experiences, knowledge, and funny anecdotes to keep this thing going on a daily basis.  Truth is, after working at my sales job all day, commuting almost two hours a day, and taking care of my family and home I am exhausted.  But, all of these “things” are the same “things” that give me inspiration.  I find myself jotting down ideas daily for my next blog post and then just being too darn tired to blog.  So, I have decided to stop pressuring myself, lower my expectations, and just let this blog evolve at it’s own pace (and mine).

In no particular order…

I have learned the following about myself over the years:

  1. My family comes first. They are my priority.
  2. I am stubborn. Ask my husband.
  3. I care about our animal friends.
  4. I try not to take people for granted.
  5. I am not strongly political. I keep up with politics but am not fanatical about it.
  6. I believe in “live and let live”.  As long as you’re not hurting someone else, forcing your beliefs on me, or doing something illegal, I could care less if you cross-dress in your living room or don’t eat red meat.
  7. I have a hard time respecting someone who asks me to do something they wouldn’t do themselves. This includes those who could learn to do it themselves but choose not to.
  8. I feel great respect for the military, police, firefighters, and all first responders.
  9. I am more forgiving now than when I was younger. Forgiveness is good for our souls. Try it sometime.
  10. I try to learn from my mistakes. We are all human, mistakes are inevitable.
  11. Bitterness makes me miserable. So I choose not to be bitter as often as possible. Sometimes it takes a while for me to realize I am being bitter. Once it dawns on me, I try to let it go.
  12. I don’t dwell on the past. It happened. Move on.
  13. I am more tolerant than I realize.
  14. I am responsible for my actions.
  15. I tend to be brutally honest. I consider this a good quality but am working on my delivery.
  16. I work hard and relax harder. I value my downtime immensely.

To my one follower, I say “thank you”.

Please be patient as I learn to navigate blogging and discover the direction it will take.  If, indeed, it does take a specific direction.  This whole thing is a learning experience for me.  I hope to eventually add some “bells and whistles” to my site and maybe some day gain another follower.

By the way, “The Pioneer Woman” was on the TV in my living room while I was typing this.  Love her…

May we meet again soon.

Let’s Talk About Buck

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Buck – AKA Buckster Huckster

Buck is my family’s 6 year old Springer Spaniel.  He is fun and energetic and as my younger son likes to say, “he makes smart look stupid”.  We got Buck when he was about 8 weeks old.  My husband and eldest son had plans for him to be the ultimate bird dog extraordinaire.  Here in Texas we dove hunt.  So the goal was to create a great dove hunt dog.

 

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Young Buck with our English Cocker Spaniel, Noah

If you know anything about good bird dogs, genetics is a huge contributing factor in determining the quality of the bird dog, but nothing beats good training.  With the right combination of genetics and training you will have a successful bird dog.  They must be loyal, become accustomed to guns and the sound of gun shots, and must not eat the birds they fetch.  If they are gun shy, rather than fetching birds on command, the fearful dog will run away from the hunting area and will usually be found later hiding under a truck or an old abandoned building and will not come out until the gunshots cease.  If they eat the birds, they are basically worthless to the hunter. The hunter wants to take whole birds home in a bucket or cooler, not in bits and pieces or in his dog’s stomach.  So, the training began.  There were countless sessions of fetch and return with a training decoy at home.  He also had several field training sessions with our other dog Noah.  When Buck was about a year old he was ready for his first official hunt.

It was Dove Season.

My husband loaded up the dogs in the truck and off he went to San Antonio to hunt with his brother and nephew.  They got to the hunting area and were preparing to get set up in the field.  All of a sudden cows started surrounding the truck.  The cows obviously thought the truck had hay for them and it was feeding time.  Buck was terrified.  He had never seen a cow before.  He must have been thinking, “these are the biggest damn dogs I have ever seen”.  He jumped into the back of the truck as fast as he could and then jumped onto the roof of the truck cab.  He was not coming down until those huge dogs were gone.  It was pretty hilarious to hear my husband tell the story.  Eventually the cows realized there was no hay and left.  Not the best start to a first hunt.  My husband coaxed Buck down from the roof and he proceeded to do a darn good job of fetching that day.  I believe they got their limit.  All that training paid off.  Since then he has proven himself to be quite the proficient dove dog.

His loyalty, intelligence, boundless energy, and sweet personality have made him an excellent pet as well.  He will play fetch for hours, is awesome with children, barks at strangers, and is just plain cute.  He and Noah love to hang out with us and are always fighting for attention.  What a pair.

I’ll tell Noah’s story another time.  After all, this post is all about Buck.

Thank you for reading this.  May we meet again soon.