<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:03:02.149-05:00</updated><category term='graphics'/><category term='plans'/><category term='monster'/><category term='horses'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='work'/><category term='bulls'/><category term='start'/><category term='farm'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Poverty Creek Farm</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, Love, and Farming. Frugal living in the rural area.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-607689312916541255</id><published>2009-04-02T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:34:34.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a rodeo night</title><content type='html'>Well, usually Biggest Cowboy takes a group of teenagers to a practice pen in the central part of NC on Thursdays. He didn't tonight. It has rained for a few days and he decided to cancel this weeks' trip. We had a cookout here at the house tonight instead. In the rain. yes, i know that's a fragment sentence, but sometimes it's necessary. It was so wet that we couldn't burn the brush pile we have. So we made a very small fire on the concrete (not a smart thing to do btw). At the end of the night, after we put the fire out, I took some shots of Littlest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SdV1gP-0_GI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4FcmHXIK0zg/s1600-h/CIMG0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SdV1gP-0_GI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4FcmHXIK0zg/s320/CIMG0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320287731714423906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was "heating" the horseshoe up in the "fire" so he could "work" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-607689312916541255?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/607689312916541255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=607689312916541255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/607689312916541255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/607689312916541255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-rodeo-night.html' title='Not a rodeo night'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SdV1gP-0_GI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4FcmHXIK0zg/s72-c/CIMG0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8960238056573873237</id><published>2009-03-19T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:29:46.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>OK, so I didn't post the last 2 weeks. The first time I didn't post. Biggest Cowboy didn't go to Concord for that rodeo. So I didn't get to use the computer (he's addicted to Facebook). The second Thursday I didn't think about it. We had to go down to Gainsville, FL to deal with a sudden death in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I don't think I've posted my laundry soap recipe. It must be one of my favorite things I make. I got tried of buying the name brand soap for $8 a bottle for 26 washes which last me about...2 weeks. We wash a lot of clothes. Biggest Cowboy has a very dirty job, and Littlest Cowboy is just a boy. So I jumped online to find a nice alternative. It costs me less then $2 a run, and last me over a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry Soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 bar Ivory Soap, grated&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c Washing Soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c Borox Powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In large saucepan add 6 cups water and grated soap. Heat until soap melts. Add Washing Soda and Borox. Stir until all is dissolved. Remove from heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour 4 cups hot water in bucket. Add your soap mixture and stir. Add 1 gallon water plus 6 cups water and stir. Let sit 24 hours. It will gel up. Use 1/2 c per load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this stuff cleans better then store bought soap. I will throw in OxiClean if they have been in a lot of mud. Or I might add baking soda instead. (We have red clay here not dirt. It's tough to get out of a 3 year old's pants.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8960238056573873237?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8960238056573873237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8960238056573873237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8960238056573873237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8960238056573873237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4624193241617045058</id><published>2009-02-26T18:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:56:23.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog rule</title><content type='html'>OK, here's the new rule. A once a week posting on Thursday nights. This is usually the night the Biggest Cowboy takes a bunch of kids over to a practice pen of bulls in Charlotte. So I have some free time.  I stold this post from BlueRidge Mnt Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rule: Bold the things you've done &amp; post on your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band- As long as Recorder's in 5th Grade Counts!&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity-&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris- Our school's dog? Does that count ;)&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;-while pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;-Too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;-with a boy at that!&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;-the most memorable one happended while I was in elementary school (K-8) and we went out side. we had made special "pieces of paper" (ie: paper with a hole in it) to watch it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors-does Florida count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;-every night in Japan. Man those people loved to hear an American sing the Beetles.&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma.&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;-Does a fracture count?&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;-working on that&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;100. Been swept off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4624193241617045058?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4624193241617045058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4624193241617045058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4624193241617045058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4624193241617045058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-blog-rule.html' title='New blog rule'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8225059522127080419</id><published>2009-02-07T03:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T03:41:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What? No comments on my last post.</title><content type='html'>So I have no comments. That's OK. I understand. You all 2 readers are not reading anymore now that I'm a working farmgirl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pictures tomorrow. It's supposed to be nice in NC on Saturday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8225059522127080419?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8225059522127080419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8225059522127080419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8225059522127080419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8225059522127080419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-no-comments-on-my-last-post.html' title='What? No comments on my last post.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1377419371407543778</id><published>2009-01-26T19:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:41:35.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man- I slacking again.</title><content type='html'>I really have been thinking of everyone here in blog land. I have been working 12 hour days. Craziness. I get home. Deal with helping feeding and go to bed. I know, it's ridiculous. We have eaten horribly during this time. Yucky heat up pizzas, have fueled us poorly through this time. But hopefully we will be on track next month. So, please accept my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about mine and cowboy's date this weekend. We went to the Japanese steak house this Friday. It was wonderful. The food was good and the entertainment distracting from a week of work. Then...I know you are all waiting with baited breath. we went to Wal-mart. nice uh? But we did. Then we came home. I was asleep by 10:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our date. Um...maybe I should work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1377419371407543778?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1377419371407543778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1377419371407543778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1377419371407543778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1377419371407543778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-i-slacking-again.html' title='Man- I slacking again.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3211603023093663177</id><published>2009-01-08T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:22:53.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A follower??</title><content type='html'>Coolness. I have a follower. How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything important today. i really wish I did. I haven't done any cool projects. I have really cooked anything great. I have just worked and slept really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I will post an original painting of my sister's. She gave it to me for Christmas. I really love it. I can't decide if I want to frame it or not. I think I like it unframed on my office wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWakC_mkObI/AAAAAAAAANw/R7xLWFQjse8/s1600-h/CIMG0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWakC_mkObI/AAAAAAAAANw/R7xLWFQjse8/s320/CIMG0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289095183733111218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3211603023093663177?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3211603023093663177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3211603023093663177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3211603023093663177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3211603023093663177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/follower.html' title='A follower??'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWakC_mkObI/AAAAAAAAANw/R7xLWFQjse8/s72-c/CIMG0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3232364868864290821</id><published>2009-01-05T21:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:52:17.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man oh man. A new year</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures I promised almost 2 weeks ago. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLCdqbzmQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6Ru-EUfalkk/s1600-h/CIMG0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLCdqbzmQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6Ru-EUfalkk/s320/CIMG0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288002727349295362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Littlest new puppy Keli. She is so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLEO4N59kI/AAAAAAAAANY/P4rvkegVFao/s1600-h/CIMG0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLEO4N59kI/AAAAAAAAANY/P4rvkegVFao/s320/CIMG0456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288004672374306370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the morning of his new pony Fancy. Yep, that's her name, Fancy. Cute uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLF1AXZkNI/AAAAAAAAANg/uHn2dSlljVM/s1600-h/CIMG0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLF1AXZkNI/AAAAAAAAANg/uHn2dSlljVM/s320/CIMG0487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288006426908266706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he is inspecting something here. Who knows what? (FYI-This was at his grandmother's house. We were opening presents there with Cowboy's side of the family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLGtdUckRI/AAAAAAAAANo/LJRPRp82ZeU/s1600-h/CIMG0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLGtdUckRI/AAAAAAAAANo/LJRPRp82ZeU/s320/CIMG0523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288007396753182994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a shot of him grooming Fancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3232364868864290821?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3232364868864290821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3232364868864290821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3232364868864290821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3232364868864290821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-oh-man-new-year.html' title='Man oh man. A new year'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SWLCdqbzmQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6Ru-EUfalkk/s72-c/CIMG0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8651557553138399797</id><published>2008-12-24T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:16:07.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I will be posting Thursday to show off Littlest Gifts. They are great. I have been hard at work-at work.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, no picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will be some tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8651557553138399797?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8651557553138399797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8651557553138399797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8651557553138399797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8651557553138399797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday_24.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3499145089504681864</id><published>2008-12-19T17:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:52:25.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday!</title><content type='html'>Thursday I woke up and said. "UH I need to blog!" I got ready for work. I said "UH I need to blog!" SO I got online and....I started looking for a Christmas present for Cowboy, and Littlest Cowboy. I got tied up in that, and I didn't post. Then the computers at work are so slow, I didn't post there. Then I came home and slept. (I'm fighting off a cold.) Anyways...Here's what I was going to say on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUxluJaO6OI/AAAAAAAAANA/BMn-sal4yHY/s1600-h/CIMG0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUxluJaO6OI/AAAAAAAAANA/BMn-sal4yHY/s320/CIMG0423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281708306473085154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask, "Uh, is that a cowboy hat on the top of that tree?" And the answer would be yes, yes it is a cowboy hat on the top of the tree. You might even ask "Is that barbed wire and a cowboy's rope wrapped around the tree?" Again the answer would have to be yes, why yes it is. Nice uh? It's my attempt at being super crafty. Don't hate!! Here's another shot of it for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUxnCO1tmdI/AAAAAAAAANI/opNByAIza0o/s1600-h/CIMG0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUxnCO1tmdI/AAAAAAAAANI/opNByAIza0o/s320/CIMG0426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709751039531474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One could also say. Hey farmgirl, where did you get such a wonderful looking tree? Why my back yard! Yeah, we totally cheaped it out this year and went and cut one off the back property! Also you could ask what are the wires for at the bottom? Yeah, um, that's to keep the tree up in the stand. See, the base is too small. Nice Uh? And you could say nice selection of Kraft Food's magazines. I know they are there. I need to put them in the kitchen. But then you would have seen the Successful farming magazines and that would just defeat the whole blog of "Poverty" Creek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some Christmas Info...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-mas. It's OK to use that term as a Christian. "Christ" was often written as "XP" or "Xt"; there are references in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle as far back as AD 1021. This X and P arose as the uppercase forms of the Greek letters χ and ρ), used in ancient abbreviations for Χριστος (Greek for "Christ"), and are still widely seen in many Eastern Orthodox icons depicting Jesus Christ. (Wikipedia.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been corrected several times by fellow Christians. Just to let all those that read this blog (5 of you) that X-mas is OK. I'm a Christian, and in no way am I taking Christ out of Christ-mas (X-mas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--I just enlarged those shots. I'll be dusting next. Sorry. Man, I really just did that 2 weeks ago. Shocking I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS--I also am adding some kind of skirting to the tree. Hopefully it will help to hide those lovely cords from the TV/satellite. Sorry you had to see that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3499145089504681864?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3499145089504681864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3499145089504681864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3499145089504681864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3499145089504681864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday.html' title='Thursday!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUxluJaO6OI/AAAAAAAAANA/BMn-sal4yHY/s72-c/CIMG0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-2257568257372219212</id><published>2008-12-16T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:55:32.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first day back at work</title><content type='html'>SO...today was my first day back at work. I truly thought about all you out there in blog land today as I sat and ate lunch. I wanted to sign in and blog, but since that would be on the computer at work, I thought I probably shouldn't. So I'm blogging now. (Is it OK to turn the noun blog into a verb and say blogging?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home today. Ate the dinner I had prepared and sat with Littlest and played for a while. He wanted to get out his new animal quilt he got as an early Christmas present. One of my mom's best friends made it for him, and he LOVES it. It has tons of different animals on it. One of the animals is a penguin. He proceeded to show me how a penguin walked. Displayed for you below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d762789e70d873cf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd762789e70d873cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331839606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7435C8A42AEFFD5E311E09B989DEE0C29B9A3A7A.57E3FEB522AE0B2BE8C25F4BD894208284360C2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd762789e70d873cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9nuuskaI6YMDiLK-gQYmG6r6-BY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd762789e70d873cf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331839606%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7435C8A42AEFFD5E311E09B989DEE0C29B9A3A7A.57E3FEB522AE0B2BE8C25F4BD894208284360C2C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd762789e70d873cf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9nuuskaI6YMDiLK-gQYmG6r6-BY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Cute I know. Really it would be better if I could "turn" the video. But I didn't think about it at the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-2257568257372219212?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d762789e70d873cf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2257568257372219212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=2257568257372219212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2257568257372219212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2257568257372219212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-day-back-at-work.html' title='first day back at work'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8616782648214217</id><published>2008-12-10T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:43.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>It's a sad day at Poverty Creek Farm. My ship has sailed. I have found a new job. I'm no longer stay at home mom to the Littlest Cowboy. He'll be at his Mawmaw's (southern for grandma's) during the day when cowboy and I aren't at home.  I've cried all day. I mean I'm really glad to have a job. It's not that we have a lot of toys to pay for. We don't even have a lot of cars to pay for. We have a small amount of personal debt. We have my school debt (which I'm not happy that I have, but I do, so whatever). And we have our farm that we still owe 5 years. So I'm going to go back to work. I'm going to try to earn money on the side. And beat that debt down. Really I've cried all day that I won't get to play with Littlest Cowboy all day anymore. It makes me want to homeschool him. I haven't voted against that, I will be debt free by then. Anyway. I'll leave you with a shot of Cowboy today. I know your mouth is watering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUCTnQPWeoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T62_UJCXMcg/s1600-h/CIMG0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUCTnQPWeoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T62_UJCXMcg/s320/CIMG0145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278381065861757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8616782648214217?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8616782648214217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8616782648214217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8616782648214217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8616782648214217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SUCTnQPWeoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T62_UJCXMcg/s72-c/CIMG0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3619419244721845968</id><published>2008-12-09T09:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:24:07.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Cold</title><content type='html'>No I don't mean that it's cold outside. But really it is. I have a stupid old head cold. Sneezing like crazy. Nose running like a faucet. Eyes feel like they have sand in them. Oh and the bricks that are sitting on my head. It's all very nasty feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/ST5888eFFVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1NOdbutD58I/s1600-h/j0422201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/ST5888eFFVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1NOdbutD58I/s320/j0422201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277793199791084882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's what I'm doing. Sorry, but we all do it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, So &lt;a href="http://mariannerupp.blogspot.com"&gt;La Vida Mia&lt;/a&gt; I will post pictures of my unpainted chicken tractor Thursday. It hasn't gotten warm enough here to paint anything outside since we completed this project. And I am not going outside today to take the pictures. My wonderful Cowboy did my morning chores for me. He's so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to disinfect areas of the house I have been today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3619419244721845968?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3619419244721845968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3619419244721845968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3619419244721845968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3619419244721845968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-cold.html' title='Winter Cold'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/ST5888eFFVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1NOdbutD58I/s72-c/j0422201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-7370311934379706391</id><published>2008-12-04T21:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:20:54.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEEZZZ!</title><content type='html'>So my little sister over at &lt;a href="http://mariannerupp.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Vida Mia&lt;/a&gt; is gripping because I haven't posted yet. Goodness. She's on the ball. But have you checked out her blog?? She hasn't posted in FOREVER!!!  since Nov 17th. Yeah so there Red.  Blah Blah Blah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Littlest Cowboy and his girlfriend went with grandpa today to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STiOvj-WVFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BvtuSTmYIBw/s1600-h/CIMG0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STiOvj-WVFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BvtuSTmYIBw/s320/CIMG0390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276123911226283090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were SO cute with him.  Grandpa loves it when I bring the monsters over. We had to much fun today. We went to doctor's offices and then as a treat they go to McDonald's. They have an indoor play yard. Goodness they played and played.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-7370311934379706391?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7370311934379706391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=7370311934379706391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7370311934379706391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7370311934379706391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/geeezzz.html' title='GEEEZZZ!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STiOvj-WVFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BvtuSTmYIBw/s72-c/CIMG0390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-2610588230796750067</id><published>2008-12-02T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:38:32.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>I wish I had something interesting to say. But um. No. Nothing interesting. No job offers, no job anything. Yeah!!! over here!!! I need a job!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could afford to stay at home and make money from here. From the farm. But that won't be enough to cover our expenses until the farm is paid off. We've got about 5 more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More light and airy discussion- Dinner. Tonight we are having &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STVkIxuglSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GewxQm9woAo/s1600-h/zoom_50365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STVkIxuglSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GewxQm9woAo/s320/zoom_50365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275232640484545826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture provided by &lt;a href="http://campbellkitchen.com"&gt;Campbell's Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skillet Fiesta Chicken &amp; Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Campbell's Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Prep: 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cook: 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;Serves: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;4 skinless, boneless chicken breasts  halves&lt;br /&gt;1 can (10 3/4 ounces) Campbell's® Condensed Tomato Soup (Regular, Healthy Request® or 25% Less Sodium) &lt;br /&gt;1 1/3 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. chili powder&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups uncooked instant white rice&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup shredded Cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat the oil in a 10-inch skillet over medium-high heat. Add the chicken and cook for 10 minutes or until it's well browned on both sides.  Remove the chicken from the skillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir the soup, water and chili powder in the skillet and heat to a boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir in the rice. Place the chicken on the rice mixture. Sprinkle the chicken with additional chili powder and the cheese. Reduce the heat to low. Cover and cook for 5 minutes or until the chicken is cooked through and the rice is tender. Stir the rice mixture before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Try Mexican-blend shredded cheese instead of the Cheddar if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-2610588230796750067?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2610588230796750067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=2610588230796750067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2610588230796750067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2610588230796750067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/STVkIxuglSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GewxQm9woAo/s72-c/zoom_50365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1144705419891649423</id><published>2008-11-28T09:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:48:41.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>Are you still giving thanks. I am. We had a wonderful day yesterday full of family fun. Trips to aunts and uncles and grandparents houses. I think thanks giving should be everyday. My next task is to try to be thankful for something everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet today. I have to go pick up meat at the processors today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1144705419891649423?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1144705419891649423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1144705419891649423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1144705419891649423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1144705419891649423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-after-thanksgiving.html' title='The day after Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-673600600357713932</id><published>2008-11-26T22:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:08:17.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise it's not a relapse</title><content type='html'>I know I missed a post yesterday. I am not going back to my old ways. I will still post 2 times a week. We have been over busy here. I thought about posting at 7:00 yesterday morning (because I post on Tuesday's and Thursday's). But our day had already been running at full speed at that time, and for about 2 hours prior. I really didn't forget you through out the day. I mean, the 2 people who read this blog were probably like "what the crap!!" But we truly didn't stop until about 2am. That's how crazy it's been. Oh but I did get a Mod Podge project done. (I really should post pictures of it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few farm updates-&lt;br /&gt;chickens-soon I hope. The "chicken tractor" is about done, but the Thanksgiving holiday is holding us back a little.&lt;br /&gt;baby calf-doing good. She's made it through the young months healthy, lets see how she does after this first set of vaccines.&lt;br /&gt;Pig-growing nicely, soon he should be in the freezer too.&lt;br /&gt;Bulls-due to a futurity in a month (please let someone be interested in one at a handsome price.&lt;br /&gt;Littlest Cowboy-riding in a winter series. Hopefully going to Kick BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy-still working, thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;Me (aka me)-no job yet  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-673600600357713932?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/673600600357713932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=673600600357713932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/673600600357713932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/673600600357713932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-promise-its-not-relapse.html' title='I promise it&apos;s not a relapse'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-631134021939901815</id><published>2008-11-20T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:15:06.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Today is crazy busy. I will update this post later today. I am watching Helpless's littlest girl, she's also Littlest Cowboy's Girlfriend. We have to run and pick up milk. Then go get my 88 yr old grandmother and take her for her hair appointment. It should be a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blueridgemtngal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh and my Mountain Girl Friend has a blog now. Totally go check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and stuff. Will be back later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Later that day. Have you ever read a book that had that line? Mostly 6th and 7th grade I think. Anywho...this morning Littlest's girl friend came over this morning. We jumped straight in the truck and went to the neighboring farm to get milk. Then we brought it home and went and picked up my grandmother. She had a hair appointment the same time my grandfather had a doctor's appointment. So the 4 of us went to the hair salon. It's always fun to take a 3 yr old and a 2 yr old to sit in a hair salon, and ask them to behave for 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSX8TtNBL_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uocKz51xQSs/s1600-h/CIMG0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSX8TtNBL_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uocKz51xQSs/s320/CIMG0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270896354388946930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's how long it took for my grandma to "get her hair done/fixed" (that's a southern term). Fixed--as if it were broken or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was well worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSX6yIefn1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RKYGFU1g5-c/s1600-h/CIMG0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSX6yIefn1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RKYGFU1g5-c/s320/CIMG0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270894678082821970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she great. And her hair dresser is wonderful too. So Littlest didn't take a nap today. So goodnight. We are all going to bed at 8 o'clock tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-631134021939901815?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/631134021939901815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=631134021939901815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/631134021939901815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/631134021939901815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSX8TtNBL_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uocKz51xQSs/s72-c/CIMG0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6297856562391812967</id><published>2008-11-18T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:03:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSLUlQDImdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3toJFZWdPPU/s1600-h/j0185190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSLUlQDImdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3toJFZWdPPU/s320/j0185190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270008250405263826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to look a lot like winter. As you probably remember (because I'm sure you read and follow my blog like a stalker) we have a bottle fed calf. Her name is Hope, because we hoped she lived. I keep her up in a run in shed at night because I want to keep her alive. We have several coyotes and stray dogs in the area, she'd be easy prey. I put her out on a line/chain during the day so she can graze. I don't want her out in the big pasture with the longhorns. Hopefully Littlest will show her next year at the fairs. Well this morning her water was frozen!! Hard and almost solid. I had to break it up for her to have water today. I will have to check it at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSLY41z2T5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VPptvMemlgo/s1600-h/j0409578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSLY41z2T5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/VPptvMemlgo/s320/j0409578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270012985005723538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are preparing for Thanksgiving here. Menus have been made cooking started. There will be 25 people attending Thanksgiving at my mom's house. It will be fun fun. I like having a lot of people at the holidays. It makes you thankful for family, and it makes you thankful for quiet as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** All pictures on this post are stock photos from microsoft.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6297856562391812967?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6297856562391812967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6297856562391812967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6297856562391812967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6297856562391812967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SSLUlQDImdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3toJFZWdPPU/s72-c/j0185190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6478020165277939850</id><published>2008-11-13T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:28:46.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Manic....Thursday</title><content type='html'>Do you remember that song? Well I mean it's supposed to be Monday, but it's really Thursday today, so.... Just another manic Thursday. It's raining. So we are stuck inside today. I'm very happy for the rain. Lord knows we need it. I need to iron today since I really can't do anything much outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's for dinner you ask? Well not really, that's what I'm asking. I think we are going to have...spaghetti. That way I can use the bead I made the other day (since I don't have any store bought garlic bread). Thanks for helping me meal plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littlest told me today after I sneezed 3 times and didn't say "bless me" that if I didn't say "bless me that I would get sick". Did you know that? So if you are sick, according to Littlest, it's because you didn't say "bless me". So--get on that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah a pic.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRw5fUe0mMI/AAAAAAAAALw/YGN_ajTwhio/s1600-h/CIMG0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRw5fUe0mMI/AAAAAAAAALw/YGN_ajTwhio/s320/CIMG0222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268148874353350850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our front porch at dusk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6478020165277939850?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6478020165277939850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6478020165277939850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6478020165277939850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6478020165277939850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-another-manicthursday.html' title='Just another Manic....Thursday'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRw5fUe0mMI/AAAAAAAAALw/YGN_ajTwhio/s72-c/CIMG0222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3280753261584605675</id><published>2008-11-11T07:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:49:53.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRl-kLAOSiI/AAAAAAAAALg/hJJD8zfJ_pY/s1600-h/CIMG0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRl-kLAOSiI/AAAAAAAAALg/hJJD8zfJ_pY/s320/CIMG0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267380399080622626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love an easy recipe. This one can't get much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large can kidney beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 10oz can dark kidney beans, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground meat (deer, beef, elk) cooked&lt;br /&gt;1 large can crushed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 10oz stewed tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;seasonings to taste-garlic, red pepper, salt, pepper, parsley, chili powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all in crock pot, and cook all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it's easy peesy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3280753261584605675?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3280753261584605675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3280753261584605675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3280753261584605675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3280753261584605675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/chili.html' title='Chili'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRl-kLAOSiI/AAAAAAAAALg/hJJD8zfJ_pY/s72-c/CIMG0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1246338952941604550</id><published>2008-11-05T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:44:05.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>I know it's Wednesday night. But tomorrow I'm going to be really busy and I'm afraid that I won't have time to post this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRJKFnCe41I/AAAAAAAAALY/zPkYrpPWD6I/s1600-h/j0438808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRJKFnCe41I/AAAAAAAAALY/zPkYrpPWD6I/s320/j0438808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265352374588728146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a visit from someone in Canada. Isn't that cool? When you blog, you get to read all this statistical data. I have an average of 4 readers and someone jumped on my site from Canada. I am really excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farm News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Husband's clients is moving to Oklahoma. She has about 13 laying hens. She's GIVING them to me. That's right. No money involved. I'm pretty excited about it. I've already designed my chicken coupe. I'm not sure husband will build it to my "specs" but if not, I'll just build it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings out total of food producing animals to 13 chicken (layers), 1 beef cow, 1 meat pig, and that's it I think. Can I count the fish in the pond??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1246338952941604550?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1246338952941604550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1246338952941604550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1246338952941604550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1246338952941604550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRJKFnCe41I/AAAAAAAAALY/zPkYrpPWD6I/s72-c/j0438808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1178683009987908729</id><published>2008-11-04T08:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:50:51.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>It's Fall/Autumn beautiful? I think this is my favorite time of the year. The colors are so vibrant and striking. These pictures are from the farm, and the colors I'm getting to enjoy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRDCg7jA4hI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fq9nQNurJMM/s1600-h/CIMG0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRDCg7jA4hI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fq9nQNurJMM/s320/CIMG0210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264921835392262674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRDDdjOmz7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AXJONpC_O14/s1600-h/CIMG0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRDDdjOmz7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/AXJONpC_O14/s320/CIMG0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922876836237234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend time this weekend with my agri friends. They are both agriculture teachers. They are so much fun. We went shopping in Boone, NC at the outlet mall. They were having killer sales, so I got a few Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also fixed my grocery list center. Husband will take the pens from my grocery list and not return them. So I've fixed it were he's not so inclined to walk off with my pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRBT6sLT6uI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s2FOVdI9WPQ/s1600-h/CIMG0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRBT6sLT6uI/AAAAAAAAAKo/s2FOVdI9WPQ/s320/CIMG0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264800232152230626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all that crafty. but hopefully effective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1178683009987908729?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1178683009987908729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1178683009987908729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1178683009987908729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1178683009987908729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SRDCg7jA4hI/AAAAAAAAALI/Fq9nQNurJMM/s72-c/CIMG0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8809102268578756260</id><published>2008-10-30T08:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:53:54.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Riding</title><content type='html'>We went to &lt;a href="http://turtleislandpreserve.com"&gt;Turtle Island Preserve&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and rode all day with Eustace Conway. I've blogged about him before but for those that don't know he's pretty famous. We got to ride with Denise from &lt;a href="http://nctoolco.com"&gt;NC Tool&lt;/a&gt; (a farrier supply company) and her friend Pam who is a wine maker from a local vineyard (as soon as I find out which one I will change this and put it in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below are some pictures from the day. It's not a detailed post today. I've got to take Littlest to the doctor. I think he has an ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmsFn902-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lAi5S-MiZ1w/s1600-h/CIMG0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmsFn902-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lAi5S-MiZ1w/s320/CIMG0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262926852186758114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmtvv_G0dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2GNkConIw1M/s1600-h/CIMG0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmtvv_G0dI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2GNkConIw1M/s320/CIMG0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262928675405746642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmuMgwAZPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l4_zZ7ke0DU/s1600-h/CIMG0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmuMgwAZPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/l4_zZ7ke0DU/s320/CIMG0187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262929169532085490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8809102268578756260?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8809102268578756260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8809102268578756260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8809102268578756260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8809102268578756260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/trail-riding.html' title='Trail Riding'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQmsFn902-I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lAi5S-MiZ1w/s72-c/CIMG0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-488668820760984182</id><published>2008-10-28T10:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:25:26.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this weekend was great once we got there. We went through some trouble with campers, but all-in-all everything turned out great. I'm posting quickly because I have to go mow grass for my dad. I promised him I'd get it done today and I have to. So I'm throwing up a video of Littlest Cowboy at the rodeo. I'm also including some photos. But that's all you are getting from me today. Maybe as I'm driving around on the lawn mower I will think of a great post and do an extra post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the back pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQccQOOo_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SWfpuI_saC8/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQccQOOo_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SWfpuI_saC8/s320/CIMG0165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205754628701266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Little Cowboys playing the the back pens with Littlest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQcd5Ci49fI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f5mZt8T5fPw/s1600-h/CIMG0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQcd5Ci49fI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/f5mZt8T5fPw/s320/CIMG0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262207555378673138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littlest and me in the back pens before his go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQcfYfyQMLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xm2JEtdvN2A/s1600-h/CIMG0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQcfYfyQMLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xm2JEtdvN2A/s320/CIMG0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209195315310770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTrKE30xAaQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DTrKE30xAaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-488668820760984182?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/488668820760984182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=488668820760984182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/488668820760984182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/488668820760984182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-quick.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQccQOOo_FI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SWfpuI_saC8/s72-c/CIMG0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6070922319775835496</id><published>2008-10-24T13:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:37:18.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQIHe6YsqLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8OdN1C4dbyc/s1600-h/j0401609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQIHe6YsqLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8OdN1C4dbyc/s320/j0401609.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260775542372477106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO it's Friday. It's Friday. I'm sorry that it's not Thursday. I am supposed to blog on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (As La Vida Mia pointed out for me. Thanks!) BTW--You don't EVER BLOG!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started Thursday morning at 6am. Helpless and her cute little girls stayed at the house the night before. Their new place didn't have water, so they came over and we had a sleepover here. I got up at 6 and started the morning with them. Then we ran all day yesterday until 10 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it but I have to go clothes shopping. I have to have to. I don't have many nice winter shirts. Yeah, um maybe 2. That's not good for someone who only washes clothes once a week. So I guess I'll save up some money, and start hunting for bargains or find patterns to make some cute shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is a big rodeo (the finals) for the Littlest Cowboy. We'll be traveling down to Pelzer, SC. I'm so excited. I hope Littlest is too. Anyway. I've go to go fold laundry so Husband and littlest have something to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6070922319775835496?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6070922319775835496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6070922319775835496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6070922319775835496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6070922319775835496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SQIHe6YsqLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8OdN1C4dbyc/s72-c/j0401609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-2217166913778157977</id><published>2008-10-21T07:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:24:42.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SP3l06-7SYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bX_o_BqPJOc/s1600-h/n29709059_31988318_2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SP3l06-7SYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bX_o_BqPJOc/s320/n29709059_31988318_2407.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259612637187754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great picture of my middle sister. I think it's one of her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway all I can say is YUCK! I hate a runny nose. I hate an upset stomach. HATE HATE HATE!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the first lines at 7 this morning. It's now 10 and I'm restarting. It's been a run around morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been moving helpless over to her new place. She's finally happy and excited about the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little overwhelmed. I have to find a job, or make a job for myself. It's very stressful. I love being at home. But to be able to have a home (we have 5 years left on payments) I have to bring in money. So today as Littlest Cowboy is off at his grandmother's and Husband is working (thankfully) I'm job hunting (and blogging).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-2217166913778157977?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2217166913778157977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=2217166913778157977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2217166913778157977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2217166913778157977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/sinuses.html' title='Sinuses'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SP3l06-7SYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/bX_o_BqPJOc/s72-c/n29709059_31988318_2407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-5584232841128726986</id><published>2008-10-15T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:04:23.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SPag8CmDJUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yG1OmZfkfxw/s1600-h/j0178352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SPag8CmDJUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yG1OmZfkfxw/s320/j0178352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257566568350688578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a relevant picture, but you have to admit that it is a great shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if you look at the time stamp on this it is technically Wednesday. But tomorrow I may not be home at all (well until about 9 at night). So it's 9:30 Littlest Cowboy is in bed, not asleep, but in bed. We have to take my sister over at &lt;a href="http://mariannerupp.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Vida Mia&lt;/a&gt; to the airport to go to Chicago, IL over her fall break. Littlest Cowboy and I are taking her at 6 am!!! I know. I am treating myself to a Shoney's Breakfast Buffet. YUMMY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the :Year of Painting". I've painted and painted and painted this year (well, since I've been laid off). I painted a 2 bedroom, 2 bath house for my stepdaughter earlier this summer. It had to be primed then painted. Then I help my friend Helpless paint a 3 bedroom 1.5 house primed and painted. Then just today I help my neighbor paint the inside of her horse stalls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will take &lt;a href="http://mariannerupp.blogspot.com/"&gt;La Vida Mia&lt;/a&gt; and her friend to the airport. Then stop at Goodwill or The Hospice Resale store for any deals for Helpless and dressers. Then go to Helpless's House and see what else needs to be packed. And hopefully start moving her. I'll be so glad when my day's my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to comment on politics, but this is not a political blog. I'm not stating if I'm for McCain &amp; Palin or if I'm for Obama &amp; Bidden. But regardless you should be up to date on politics. I'm watching the debates and getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that in mind maybe you'll read all this tomorrow. I'm sure you all (all 5) are jumping on my blog at 6:30 am to read this junk that I write about 2x a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! I have exercised 2 times this week. I've done it. WOOOO HOOO! But I have to skip tomorrow, I mean seriously. I'm not exercising at 6:00 am. Yeah a little too early for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-5584232841128726986?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5584232841128726986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=5584232841128726986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5584232841128726986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5584232841128726986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-of-paint.html' title='Year of Paint'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SPag8CmDJUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/yG1OmZfkfxw/s72-c/j0178352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-514232328509131829</id><published>2008-10-14T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T10:55:52.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to do. I haven't found a job yet. It's been 6 months. And nothing. Nothing. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fantasising about doing something on my own. My fear (as with most people) is that I can not make enough to help support my family. I've 13 more weeks on unemployment. I'm going to research like crazy (when I'm not helping Helpless paint). And present something to Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyways. We've been painting. I hate painting. I'm so tried of painting. Painting, painting and painting. Helpless and I took a break and went to see Gary Allen and Eric Church in concert at &lt;a href="http://appstate.edu"&gt;ASU&lt;/a&gt;. It was awesome. We had horrible seats, but jumped up and ran up to the barrier and was right in front of the microphone. I was so scared we'd get kicked out. Really I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littlest Cowboy's finals are next weekend. We are gearing up for that. Anyways. Off to paint/research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-514232328509131829?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/514232328509131829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=514232328509131829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/514232328509131829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/514232328509131829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-to-do.html' title='What to do.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4822742581717586767</id><published>2008-10-10T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:13:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Busy</title><content type='html'>So I told you about my friend, who brought her cows to the local county fair. So for 3 mornings and 3 nights I ran into to won to feed those cows. All I managed to do during that time was wash a few dishes and a few clothes (enough to not be naked). SO there went that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my other friend called. I had to run to her rescue. So for the last 4 days I've been frantically helping her at her house. SO that's where I've been. I'm so sorry. Or as the littlest cowboy says "I'm worry". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Me and above friend (sorry not grammatically correct, but I sounds boring the other way) are headed to Boone, NC. We are going to see Gary Allen in concert (he's a country singer). Helpless friend is desperately in love with him. and if I don't write back it's because Helpless has kidnapped Gary Allen and is turned him into her bedroom slave!!! Shocking I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at Helpless's house we've been painting and painting and painting. It's been a heck of a thing. All that painting is crazy!!!! But it's getting done, and we should start moving her and her family into the new place in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask about the exercise thing. I'm not there yet. I'm sorry I was MIA for a while.  I truly thought about this blog everyday. I just simply ran out of time. "I'm worry". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No picture today. I couldn't think of one to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4822742581717586767?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4822742581717586767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4822742581717586767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4822742581717586767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4822742581717586767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-busy.html' title='Crazy Busy'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-2058930728110701022</id><published>2008-10-04T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:42:32.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise, I'll post.</title><content type='html'>OK, so I've been at the local county fair (which is the largest county fair in the nation) I've been there for the past 4 days. I promise I'll post tomorrow. pictures and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-2058930728110701022?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2058930728110701022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=2058930728110701022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2058930728110701022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2058930728110701022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-promise-ill-post.html' title='I promise, I&apos;ll post.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-7777817634951901531</id><published>2008-09-30T08:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:20:38.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a cool title to post. Any suggestions?</title><content type='html'>Littlest cowboy rode out this weekend. We had a youth rodeo this weekend and he did GREAT!!!!!!!!!!! Daddy Cowboy bought the professional shots of Littlest, but I forgot to scan them in. I'll do that tonight. Anyways. He rode out his 4 seconds and did great. He even came in 3rd, and won money! He was totally stoked. On the way home we stopped at Chic-fil-a, they had a playground, he might have been more stoked about that. :) 3 yr olds, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise-nope, and don't ask. But I've got 1 month to loose 10 lb. My 10 yr high school reunion is in 1 month. And yes, you can ask why in the world would you do a 10 yr reunion? I don't know. Can you actually accomplish anything but children in 10 yrs? But I'm going. Unless it costs an arm and a leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SOI1DSVSdeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xK4evz-_0TE/s1600-h/j0438661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SOI1DSVSdeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xK4evz-_0TE/s320/j0438661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251818446044427746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started making butter yesterday. Well, really I started and finished some butter yesterday. I did the whipped process which is were you allow the cream to come up to room temp. Then put in a glass canning jar and you shake it for about 30 min. When the butter has formed then you rinse and add salt. Did you know the "thin milk" that is left after you make your butter is called buttermilk? That's buttermilk. Cool uh? Then you rinse your butter and put in a glass jar or plastic Tupperware dish and put in fridge. Whipped butter doesn't press well into butter molds, but it sure does taste good on fresh bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-7777817634951901531?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7777817634951901531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=7777817634951901531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7777817634951901531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7777817634951901531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-cool-title-to-post-any-suggestions.html' title='Need a cool title to post. Any suggestions?'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SOI1DSVSdeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/xK4evz-_0TE/s72-c/j0438661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8685619889153428830</id><published>2008-09-25T09:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:27:57.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>So I'm alone today. The littlest cowboy went with his grandmother today. He left at 8. I straightened up the house a little, drank coffee, ate some toast. ALL BY MYSELF!!!!. Remember that song? That song is about NOT wanting to be alone. Mine is  :).  So since there is nothing on TV I'm watching this totally stupid show called split ends. It's were 2 hair stylists swap places. OH MY GOSH!!! This is totally stupid. It's actually really really stupid. This stupid women brought her dog to work with her, and is offended that the other salon won't let her keep the dog there. This whole show is DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something more relevant. I entered 4 things into the fair yesterday. Raisin Nut Bread. It's Big Cowboy's Favorite. Then I made Peanut butter Cookies from &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com"&gt;Bakerella's&lt;/a&gt; Blog. They were yummy and beautiful. I also entered Mini Cheesecakes, and Cake Pops (also from &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com"&gt;Bakerella&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNuRnRynq5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbDMK5wRECU/s1600-h/j0202229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNuRnRynq5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbDMK5wRECU/s320/j0202229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249949894607088530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not exercise. However, we put up 328 square bales of hay yesterday. I think that's an appropriate substitute. Yes, this picture is of round bales, lets not get technical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8685619889153428830?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8685619889153428830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8685619889153428830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8685619889153428830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8685619889153428830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNuRnRynq5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RbDMK5wRECU/s72-c/j0202229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-7038661965518065598</id><published>2008-09-23T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:20:13.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Tuesday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNjsqoDWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/81QoCVnPPoI/s1600-h/j0439350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNjsqoDWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/81QoCVnPPoI/s320/j0439350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249205582750422434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm blogging today. Let me tell you what we did this weekend. We got to participate in &lt;a href="http://turtleislandpreserve.com"&gt;Turtle Island Preserve's&lt;/a&gt; Fall Open House. You should visit their website. Eustace Conway is the owner/caregiver to this wonderful land. He lives there without power, and farms with horses. Eats what he raises or hunts. He also teaches self sustaining living. He's set 2 world records for riding across country. One on horseback in 103 days, and the other bugging across country in 68 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask about my new "habit". Yeah it hasn't gone so well. I HATE exercising. I do best when I can set a schedule. I'm having trouble setting one for exercising. I'm really not sure what to do yet. But I know that I have to exercise tomorrow. I'll let you know on Thursday if I do or not. No I will let you know Thursday that I did (Power of Positive thinking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job-None. None. None. I've been hunting feverishly. No luck. I'm trying to not get discouraged. I am thankful and enjoying the time with my son. However, I'm not thankful for the lack of money. But that's how it goes right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a little exercise in Positive Thinking. Farming girl will do her exercises every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She will also find a great job soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-7038661965518065598?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7038661965518065598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=7038661965518065598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7038661965518065598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7038661965518065598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s Tuesday!!!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNjsqoDWFaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/81QoCVnPPoI/s72-c/j0439350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-5885296846903243604</id><published>2008-09-18T09:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:26:15.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNJTLFlAV0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V-v76SBiF8Q/s1600-h/j0434887.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNJTLFlAV0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V-v76SBiF8Q/s320/j0434887.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247347965781104450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't mean the kind nuns wear. I think that's spelt HABBIT. They say it takes 30 days to start and keep a habit. So, I started my new method of blogging 28 days ago. On Saturday I will have 30 under my belt. So I'm counting this habit as done. Now onto the next habit to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated what I wanted to do. Laundry, Ironing, Baking, Cleaning routines, but these habits here are to be for me. Not my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided on exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNJUXI-yCbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LXzbP31fmCM/s1600-h/j0387442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNJUXI-yCbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/LXzbP31fmCM/s320/j0387442.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247349272364583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness knows I need to start back. BC (before children) I was fit and trim. So, let's try to get back to that. I'll do measurements today and update this post in the afternoon. I think I'll exercise on my off blog days. So Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I will be doing some kind of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm turning this into an exercise blog. No fear for all who read. It's still a totally useless blog. But since I have no job, it will be frugal exercise, and frugal healthy eating. SO that should be in line with the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto frugality (I don't think this can be an adjective). In an effort to try to be more frugal we are cutting back on trips into town, trying to not use the drier for clothes, having vacations at home, that kind of stuff. On of the easiest money saving things we do is cut our laundry detergent in half. We were told by the repair man that the washer only needed half of the detergent the laundry company suggested. I have trouble measuring out half, so I literally cut it in half with water. I save 1 bottle, measure out half of the detergent out of a new bottle and put it in my saved bottle. Then I add water. TaDa, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO that's my frugal tip of the day. See you Tuesday with 2 days of exercise under my belt/rear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-5885296846903243604?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5885296846903243604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=5885296846903243604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5885296846903243604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5885296846903243604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNJTLFlAV0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V-v76SBiF8Q/s72-c/j0434887.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-5294507651426748782</id><published>2008-09-16T10:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:28:15.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNAWz_62yrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qA5oRDz8ImQ/s1600-h/j0422713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNAWz_62yrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qA5oRDz8ImQ/s320/j0422713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246718648474061490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I put up a 30 lb pumpkin. One of the husbands client's gave it to him. I first cut up the pumpkin. Then cut the big chunks into smaller chunks. Then cut off the rind and put in a huge stock put. I barley covered the pumpkin chunks with water and boiled for about 30 minutes. I checked the chunks and made sure they were tender. After letting the cooked pumpkin cool I drained off the water and using the blender pureaed the pumpkin. Then strained the water off using a cheese cloth. I got 12 cups of pumpkin. SO that should be 6 pies. And fresh pumpkin seeds. Man they were good after I roasted them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-5294507651426748782?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5294507651426748782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=5294507651426748782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5294507651426748782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5294507651426748782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SNAWz_62yrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qA5oRDz8ImQ/s72-c/j0422713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1030597158040148701</id><published>2008-09-11T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:13:20.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 degrees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMknGjpmPPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gr3b-ijhWA8/s1600-h/Jimmy+and+JB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMknGjpmPPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gr3b-ijhWA8/s320/Jimmy+and+JB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244766234652065010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you are only 5 degrees from anyone in the world. Within 5 people you could talk to celebrities, politicians, world leaders, etc. I don't know if that's totally true. But I know that I'm 2 times 2 degrees from JB Mauney!! He's a local celeb. bullrider who is 4th in the world. My friend (I know her through a mutual friend) taught him in high school, and yesterday my dad told me one of his students is JB's cousin. I thought I'd post a picture that was taken last winter at the Greensboro, NC &lt;a href="http://pbrnow.com"&gt;PBR &lt;/a&gt;event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack has met several celebrities while shoeing horses. He's met playboy models (he was excited that day!!) He's met world record holders in riding horses cross country. He's met the new bad girl for the new revamped 90210 series. And more. I just can't think of them all right now. I don't know any famous people myself. My only claim to fame is that my mom and dad know Michael Tobias. He's big into making left handed guitars. (That's sad. I don't even personally know a celebrity!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1030597158040148701?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1030597158040148701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1030597158040148701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1030597158040148701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1030597158040148701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-degrees.html' title='5 degrees'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMknGjpmPPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gr3b-ijhWA8/s72-c/Jimmy+and+JB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4868826841456314081</id><published>2008-09-09T10:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:51:14.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fair, and Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMaLWfsJpcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T61HYp1cAis/s1600-h/j0144510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMaLWfsJpcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T61HYp1cAis/s320/j0144510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244032034699584962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today starts the local fair. It's a small, quaint little shindig. I however didn't enter a dang craft, baked item, or photograph. I'm kinda disappointed in myself. But it's my own fault. Maybe next year I'll get on the ball with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked myself to the bone today. I've done 4 loads of laundry, and cleaned my carpet already and it's only 10:45. If I stay on this roll, I might even get a closet organized. (Don't hold your breath.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy went with his grandmother today. SO I have the day to go and do what I want, but I'll probably go over to my friends and help her paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rodeoed (can this be a verb, and is this past tense correct?) this weekend. Jimmy totally kicked butt!!! He rode his sheep like a champ. I've got to get some pictures. I never am able to take them myself, because I'm in the back pens helping him. Then I get so excited during his short 4 second ride, that I couldn't take a picture if I tried. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to call about a job. Hopefully I'll get it, because it would be nice to have 2 incomes again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4868826841456314081?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4868826841456314081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4868826841456314081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4868826841456314081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4868826841456314081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/fair-and-stuff.html' title='The Fair, and Stuff'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMaLWfsJpcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T61HYp1cAis/s72-c/j0144510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8270837628797185571</id><published>2008-09-04T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:53:19.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>So I mowed grass all day on Sunday. I got it all cut. 5 hours. I now am debating on mowing it all again today. Yes, that is how fast it is growing. But I'll worry about it later. Right now I'm going to show you one of the things I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend of mine is moving. She's painting the entire place inside. So we went to pick out colors for that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA74Qp51OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6oXlPP_zn80/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA74Qp51OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6oXlPP_zn80/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242255803988694242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the colors she's going to be using. Every earthy uh? We are going to do a lot with fabric in this place too. It's very small, but it's free. So that's a big savings for them. As we paint, I hope to be able to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either off to mow, or off to clean my carpet. I know, don't get jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8270837628797185571?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8270837628797185571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8270837628797185571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8270837628797185571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8270837628797185571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA74Qp51OI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6oXlPP_zn80/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-580732776661378623</id><published>2008-09-02T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:46:24.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!</title><content type='html'>We went to the NC Zoo for my husbands birthday. We had a blast. I will post pictures later today. We walked through Africa first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA4iUsOdHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/49rGPKI2N9w/s1600-h/CIMG0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA4iUsOdHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/49rGPKI2N9w/s320/CIMG0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242252128580170866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see the elephants bathing, right in front of us. Jimmy thought it was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA5W4G0xxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JmtLvknfBzc/s1600-h/CIMG0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA5W4G0xxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JmtLvknfBzc/s320/CIMG0158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242253031440172818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to North America. The elk were bulging. That was very neat. And Jimmy got to tell a little girl about elk. Him and his dad were very excited. They study elk and they love to see them. Then we kept walking and came to the polar bear. Rain happened next. But luckily we were underneath the walkway, and got to watch the polar bear jump into the water and swim around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA6-jDUHEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jbSskvE6w24/s1600-h/CIMG0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA6-jDUHEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jbSskvE6w24/s320/CIMG0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242254812494699586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up on the glass right in front of us. That was very cool. I will be posting pictures after I go to my aunts. I don't have an adapter for this camera she lent me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-580732776661378623?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/580732776661378623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=580732776661378623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/580732776661378623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/580732776661378623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SMA4iUsOdHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/49rGPKI2N9w/s72-c/CIMG0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4404666408665449973</id><published>2008-08-28T08:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:22:01.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLaWJ2WCxdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LuNAg59L46c/s1600-h/MPj04100820000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLaWJ2WCxdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LuNAg59L46c/s320/MPj04100820000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239540312443110866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained. And rained, and rained. I am so very happy. I can hear my grass growing.  We have been in a pretty bad dry spell. This rain is welcomed with open arms. Usually Thursdays I work on the ever impressive laundry. But since there is cloudy weather, there's no need to even think about hanging something outside. It will never get dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today I will focus on organizing all my closets. I've needed to do it. I also am cleaning my living room carpet. It gets horribly dirty. I am also going to draw up my plans for my chicken coup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want about 3-4 chickens. that would give me 21 eggs a week. Man! I better get to cooking. Eggs are one thing you can not freeze. But I guess I will learn how to pickle them. YUCK! I know, but my husband likes them. I'm not excited about pickling eggs, but will try it for him. And the fact that I hate to waste anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's off to feed the bottle calf (next Tuesday's post).  Then to run (trying to loose weight again). Then to clean the carpet. Big FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4404666408665449973?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4404666408665449973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4404666408665449973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4404666408665449973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4404666408665449973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLaWJ2WCxdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LuNAg59L46c/s72-c/MPj04100820000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8335367548825966641</id><published>2008-08-25T20:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:22:45.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodeo</title><content type='html'>I don't know that I've posted any pictures of any rodeos. This is a huge part of our life, and I should have posted some action shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of one of our traveling partners. Many rodeos are far away, we hook up with other families who travel, and make it a group effort. This is a bullrider. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLNJdk22xQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C9Lv1acEi8s/s1600-h/caleb+061007+91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLNJdk22xQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C9Lv1acEi8s/s320/caleb+061007+91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238611564020811010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullrider straps himself to a bull with a rope. He wears a protective helmet, and vest. He also wears spurs and chaps. Bullriders take a ton of beating, and complain very little about it. On the bull is of course the bull riders rope, and a flank rope. This goes around the bull's belly, and is there to enhance the bull's natural talents. Most of the time flank ropes are not tight at all. I've sat in the bleachers at many rodeos, and listened to the spectators around me. They comment that the ropes are tight, or are there to injure the bull to make him mad. However, this couldn't be further than the truth. Take a string, and tie it around your finger. feels weird uh? That's the same as putting a flank rope on a bull. Oh and trust me. You don't want to injure your bulls. They are usually more expensive then the truck and trailer they rode in on. And some bulls just don't like people being in the ring with them. We have one that will let you scratch his head in the pasture. But in the arena...he will grind you into the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutton busting:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of Jimmy riding. Holy geesh!!! Next rodeo, I'll have some. My parents should be there. The reason why I don't have any is that I help put him on his sheep every time. SO I'm more concerned about yelling for him to hold on and pull up on his rope. But I'm sure they will get some good shots for me. This one is of me reloading the sheep whenever we we the stock contractors at a local arena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLNL9nnzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xy3nYb5IjuY/s1600-h/jimmy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLNL9nnzQ_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xy3nYb5IjuY/s320/jimmy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238614313542042610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the rodeo. (At least all the pictures that I have.) I'll post some more in 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8335367548825966641?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8335367548825966641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8335367548825966641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8335367548825966641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8335367548825966641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/rodeo.html' title='Rodeo'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SLNJdk22xQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C9Lv1acEi8s/s72-c/caleb+061007+91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8799814333130567976</id><published>2008-08-20T16:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:50:28.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New start!</title><content type='html'>OK, My friend NCDarlingDeere, I'm blogging again. I am giving you all scouts honor that I will post something 2 days a week. I know what you are saying--"yeah right". But truly I will&lt;strong&gt; I PROMISE&lt;/strong&gt;. I figure that since I have no job, and no prospect of one on the horizon, that I should add some form of structure back into my life (besides feeding schedules). So I will be giving you a new entry every Tuesday and Thursday. So here's today's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laundry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does it end? We had a 2 day rodeo last weekend, and it's taken 3 days to get all the laundry done. And Thursday is my "regular" laundry day. I had to get all the weekend laundry done, along with all the laundry from taking the camper (sheets, towels, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SKyQ71LDr7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OwHZxUmIG24/s1600-h/downsized_0820081634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SKyQ71LDr7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OwHZxUmIG24/s320/downsized_0820081634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719824285183922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to conserve energy/money, and so it's to the clothes line we go after all the washing is done on each load. Speaking of that, I need to start turning off the ac. I better check the weather for temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ironing. My grandma constantly says that she has ironing to do. Gosh, so do I. I hate that I hate wrinkles. I love shirts that are literally crispy sounding. I let all the jean dry on the line. If I do that then I don't have to starch and iron them--thank goodness. So have about 2000 shirts to iron, some starched, some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go. I've got 2 hours before feeding time that means 10 shirts. At least that's my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8799814333130567976?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8799814333130567976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8799814333130567976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8799814333130567976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8799814333130567976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-start.html' title='New start!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SKyQ71LDr7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OwHZxUmIG24/s72-c/downsized_0820081634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6259697072482914812</id><published>2008-05-29T22:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:43.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I so Suck at this Blogging thing.</title><content type='html'>Really I do. I do something, and think "UM, that would be cool to blog about." And then don't do it. Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was a beautiful day if you were a duck. It rained all day. A nice slow, soak in the ground kinda rain. Everything got watered. It was one of those days you just sit on the front porch and listen. So it was a great duck day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Jimmy and I worked outside today. Then all of a sudden I noticed the cherry tree was ready to pick. Here's our spoils, everything else was too high in the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SD9lsoddmTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L35x3Re2RnQ/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SD9lsoddmTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L35x3Re2RnQ/s320/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205991511713225010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bright reds-are from Jimmy, there is nothing left on the tree under 3.5 ft. He likes to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the boys are going camping at the state park. I hope they have fun. I'm not going. I'm staying home and finishing this stupid office. I will be moved into it by Sat after noon. Tomorrow I promise to post the pictures from our 5th Anniversary to Gatlinburg, TN. (It was last weekend-btw.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6259697072482914812?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6259697072482914812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6259697072482914812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6259697072482914812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6259697072482914812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-so-suck-at-this-blogging-thing.html' title='I so Suck at this Blogging thing.'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SD9lsoddmTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/L35x3Re2RnQ/s72-c/DSCN1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1720474181416193647</id><published>2008-05-21T23:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:43.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Today. OK, today, I woke up at 8, was ready, makeup, clean sink (thanks flylady) and all by 8:30; did laundry; my mother-in-law came down to put a load of laundry in my washer at 12, Monster left with her; I went to apply to a job; came back; took friend to doctor's. Came back drove straight over to wish my mother a day late happy birthday. Came home at 9:00 pm. I didn't stop exec pt to eat lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, somewhere in there I did the dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this the the picture from my bathroom into my bedroom. This totally explains my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDTkZIddmSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dRZnHL_H0Ow/s1600-h/bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDTkZIddmSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dRZnHL_H0Ow/s320/bedroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203034589938686242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truck is the Monster's. The jeans are the Husband's and the shoes and high heals are mine. (Usually they are matching ie; black on black, or brown on brown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is me, farm print bedspread from "Mawmaw husband" and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1720474181416193647?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1720474181416193647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1720474181416193647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1720474181416193647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1720474181416193647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDTkZIddmSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dRZnHL_H0Ow/s72-c/bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3139224775000128048</id><published>2008-05-19T21:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:44.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a LIER</title><content type='html'>I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no cool office pictures to show you. How do those 2 day shows do it on TV? Heck fire!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I have--an office with no anything but bare floor's and once painted walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice uh??? Oh yeah, and a new light fixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that's it no magical transformation. But I'll post what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIto3isO8I/AAAAAAAAADg/ddB1vE5AfKg/s1600-h/DSCN1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIto3isO8I/AAAAAAAAADg/ddB1vE5AfKg/s320/DSCN1295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202270699693816770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIu1HisO_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/pckyXbeeOwQ/s1600-h/DSCN1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIu1HisO_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/pckyXbeeOwQ/s320/DSCN1296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202272009658842098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will show you some pictures of the Martha Stewart cookies I made. They were Sugar Cookies with Royal Icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIpyHisO6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/40742hWSjuw/s1600-h/DSCN1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIpyHisO6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/40742hWSjuw/s320/DSCN1294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202266460561095586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIqwXisO7I/AAAAAAAAADY/9lj-LiYIvgk/s1600-h/DSCN1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIqwXisO7I/AAAAAAAAADY/9lj-LiYIvgk/s320/DSCN1291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202267530007952306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I don't have a pictures of the actual "party". But we had a great time at the monster's 3rd B-Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fun, and all his rodeo friends came and ate, and had cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3139224775000128048?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3139224775000128048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3139224775000128048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3139224775000128048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3139224775000128048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/such-lier.html' title='Such a LIER'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SDIto3isO8I/AAAAAAAAADg/ddB1vE5AfKg/s72-c/DSCN1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4276750755437740853</id><published>2008-05-15T10:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:44.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new style</title><content type='html'>So here's a picture of the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SCxTinisO4I/AAAAAAAAADA/b-woyLR6LN8/s1600-h/DSCN1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SCxTinisO4I/AAAAAAAAADA/b-woyLR6LN8/s320/DSCN1260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623523901225858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I didn't realize my nose was so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me after the hair cut. I've never had it this short before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SCxUbHisO5I/AAAAAAAAADI/OVy1x2ZhYdI/s1600-h/DSCN1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SCxUbHisO5I/AAAAAAAAADI/OVy1x2ZhYdI/s320/DSCN1278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200624494563834770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post some picture of my new office!!!! Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4276750755437740853?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4276750755437740853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4276750755437740853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4276750755437740853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4276750755437740853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-style.html' title='A new style'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SCxTinisO4I/AAAAAAAAADA/b-woyLR6LN8/s72-c/DSCN1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6874554895413991534</id><published>2008-05-04T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:10:37.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OKey Dokey Artichoky</title><content type='html'>That's Jimmy's new saying. He thinks is SSSSOOOOOO Funny. In fact, today he was taking an hour "rest" and kept saying it over, and over, and over, and ... You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post pictures, but the crappy digital camera--as you've heard about in the past, has eaten the batteries. AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! That's it I'm selling every camera we have to buy a SLR digital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy came in 2nd again this week at Price's arena. YEah YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office is almost finished yeah. I'll take photos with my new camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6874554895413991534?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6874554895413991534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6874554895413991534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6874554895413991534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6874554895413991534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/okey-dokey-artichoky.html' title='OKey Dokey Artichoky'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-7490766915416171346</id><published>2008-04-28T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:39:54.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogmore Stew</title><content type='html'>Frogmore Stew--We had friends over last night. I should have taken pictures really. --Side note--I am selling all the 35 mm film camera stuff to hopefully by a nice digital SLR camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-back on topic. Frogmore Stew- Yummy every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 qrts water&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup Old Bay Seasoning TM&lt;br /&gt;2.5 lb red potatoes, chopped into large pieces&lt;br /&gt;2 lb kielbasa, cut into 2 in pieces&lt;br /&gt;12 ears corn, quartered&lt;br /&gt;4 lb large shrimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Boil your water and Old Bay Seasoning TM in large stockpot&lt;br /&gt;2 Add potatoes, cook for 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;3 Add sausage cook 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;4 Add corn cook 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;5 Stir in shrimp, cook 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;6 Drain and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really it's good. Oh, I'll take a picture of the left over. Usually I lay out an old towel (clean of course) and "dump" the "stew" on that. Everyone just eats form there. Really it's all so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;PIC&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back later today after my crappy camera batteries charge. I get about 5 pictures out of my batteries now. GRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-7490766915416171346?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7490766915416171346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=7490766915416171346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7490766915416171346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7490766915416171346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/frogmore-stew.html' title='Frogmore Stew'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8268324796894453857</id><published>2008-04-26T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:21:55.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm horrible</title><content type='html'>Worst Blogger in the nation award-right there. I'm sorry It's been 6 days. I'm sure the 1 person who reads this is really upset, so I'm supper supper sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy. Weeding. Weeding. Weeding. That's what I've been doing. I starting my vege garden Monday. I promise to take pictures. Promise Promise, Promise. (Something weird about 3's happening tonight.) Maybe because I have 3 mysterious bruises on me. I have no idea how I got them. One's on my arm. It's really deep. One on my stomach. It looks like someone pocked me really hard and left a bruise. The last on my shin. On the front. I can't remember how that one came up either. Really it's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No job yet. In case you were wondering. Sucks a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working so hard around here I haven't read any of my blogs yet. So I'm off to do that. I promise to be back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8268324796894453857?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8268324796894453857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8268324796894453857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8268324796894453857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8268324796894453857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-horrible.html' title='I&apos;m horrible'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1184331701619330734</id><published>2008-04-20T08:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:46.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Day</title><content type='html'>Today is such a glorious day. It is wonderful outside. The high is supposed to be 75F. The sun is shinning. I will be working the daylily beds today. Look at this bed I did the other day. All my soldiers are in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAs-H1cNqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/m3hRz8U3GX4/s1600-h/DSCN1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAs-H1cNqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/m3hRz8U3GX4/s320/DSCN1213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191311299800049730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are itching to bloom- but it won't happen until late May. So I wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I've got a new puppy. A neighbor of my parents found a cute little blue heeler pup. They knew my parents had blue heeler, and thought maybe one had wandered a few miles down the road. So my mom went and got her. Really she's cute, and very smart. She looks very similar to Shelia, my old blue heeler, that is a traitor. She loved my dad so much, she lives with him, even though she's mine. Traitorous little B. Anyway, I've named this one Gypsy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAs_FlcNqFI/AAAAAAAAACg/eiG0Kr7IDVw/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAs_FlcNqFI/AAAAAAAAACg/eiG0Kr7IDVw/s320/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191312360656971858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Heelers are really called Queensland Heelers. They are a working cattle dog from Austraila. Farmers needed something with stamina, intelligence, and grit to work livestock. The Heelers are a mix between a Dingo and a Dalmatian (along with other's in between), these were the base for the breed. The are very smart. Have a ton of energy, but only have 2 speeds. On. Or off. The also are very protective over their owners. They are great dogs. I think I'm going to have Gypsy trained for working cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for today. I'll leave you with one last picture. This is an azalea bush. It's really pretty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAtA0lcNqGI/AAAAAAAAACo/xAtwBJEcqp8/s1600-h/DSCN1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAtA0lcNqGI/AAAAAAAAACo/xAtwBJEcqp8/s320/DSCN1214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191314267622451298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1184331701619330734?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1184331701619330734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1184331701619330734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1184331701619330734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1184331701619330734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/glorious-day.html' title='Glorious Day'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAs-H1cNqEI/AAAAAAAAACY/m3hRz8U3GX4/s72-c/DSCN1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-7095994753383309612</id><published>2008-04-18T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:24:38.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh My</title><content type='html'>I really did post yesterday. I promise. It was beautiful. Creative. But now all that I have is: Go visit my &lt;a href="http://mariannerupp.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's in Spain for the semester. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but that's I that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please leave a comment. I'd love to write someone, anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-7095994753383309612?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7095994753383309612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=7095994753383309612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7095994753383309612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/7095994753383309612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-oh-my.html' title='My oh My'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1715616941656061308</id><published>2008-04-15T18:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:46.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so much fun. However, because my digital camera is so crappy (and I can't get a new one until I get a job) I didn't get any action shots with it. I did, however bring my 35mm. I have to take the film to have it developed. I will be going into town on Thursday so I should be able to post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, the 2 day youth rodeo. GREAT GREAT GREAT. Really. I had a ton of fun, because we stayed overnight in the RV. Gosh that thing was great. (It's no Hyatt, it's an 1984 Chevy motor home.) We got there, set up. Did the broncs and sheep. Yeah monster and Great kid (I can't give out names, because I didn't ask.) Our friends stayed with us, which was fun as well. We got to go back to the RV, rest and wait out the 102+ barrel/pole bending riders. Next rodeo I'll take a few shots of those as well, so I can post here. Then we rode bulls-GO Great Kid!!! Camped out, slept, woke up, made breakfast, rode again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAUvlUkTG1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/K2W2zgMd0tQ/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAUvlUkTG1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/K2W2zgMd0tQ/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189606463836986194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster--Chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, My wonderful husband went hunting Saturday morning. He told me I should put the following picture up. So per Husband's request:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAUw90kTG2I/AAAAAAAAACE/cL25hYuJArY/s1600-h/DSCN1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAUw90kTG2I/AAAAAAAAACE/cL25hYuJArY/s320/DSCN1201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189607984255408994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything great, or frugal today. I can tell you this is the second day of no job. Great. I had plans to already have the laundry room cleaned and organized. Yep, that hasn't happened yet. Um...maybe tomorrow. I will do disgusting before and after pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1715616941656061308?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1715616941656061308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1715616941656061308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1715616941656061308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1715616941656061308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-day.html' title='Second Day'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/SAUvlUkTG1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/K2W2zgMd0tQ/s72-c/DSCN1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-1810989741736798781</id><published>2008-04-13T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:11:53.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RODEO</title><content type='html'>Welp. Today was the second youth rodeo for the monster. We had a blast. We drove the 1.5 hours down to South Carolina. Took the camper. Cooked out. Spent the night. Gosh we had a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures and write a creative something tomorrow. Today I'm so very very very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-1810989741736798781?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1810989741736798781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=1810989741736798781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1810989741736798781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/1810989741736798781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/rodeo.html' title='RODEO'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-4968616462922830661</id><published>2008-04-10T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:31:11.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CALL ME!!</title><content type='html'>Come on some place that needs a, whatever I'm good at. (Sorry to end in a prepositional phrase.) Please just call me about a job. I'm a little worried about the whole no job thing. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just very stressed today. I feel stressed. Woke up last night stressed. Stress, stress, stress. Maybe if I run today on the treadmill I'll feel better. Gosh something has to feel better. I hate this dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all that depressed, even though it sounds like it. I try to see the good in everyday. I got up today. I played with my monster today. I have a job for the day. I have friends. It's a glorious day outside. But inside I have all this nervous energy. Maybe I need to take an iron pill. I'll try that and hope this crazy feeling goes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until tomorrow-which is my last day at work. And I'm stressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-4968616462922830661?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4968616462922830661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=4968616462922830661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4968616462922830661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/4968616462922830661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/call-me.html' title='CALL ME!!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-8314280086504190500</id><published>2008-04-08T23:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:46.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray paint</title><content type='html'>I spray painted my kitchen. We live in an older house. We have an old 1950's gas stove, which you'll get to see in this post. I hated the way that area of my kitchen looked. See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w66wAkYbI/AAAAAAAAABs/oV7FNZ1Ba2Q/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w66wAkYbI/AAAAAAAAABs/oV7FNZ1Ba2Q/s320/DSCN1153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187085651818078642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Walmart to buy spray paint for those canisters listed below. I picked up shiny silver, so it would hopefully look like metal. Then the frugal girl in me saw the following color and it was $1. WooHoo! So I got it. I figured if I didn't like it I could buy the expensive stuff. I think it turned out kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w70gAkYcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/23pCPZ8W2JE/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w70gAkYcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/23pCPZ8W2JE/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187086643955524034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful husband just told me I needed to finish my project of painting the cabinets. Thanks. I'll get to that next week since no one wants to call me back about a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-8314280086504190500?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8314280086504190500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=8314280086504190500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8314280086504190500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/8314280086504190500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/spray-paint.html' title='Spray paint'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w66wAkYbI/AAAAAAAAABs/oV7FNZ1Ba2Q/s72-c/DSCN1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-978782897359918504</id><published>2008-04-06T22:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:47.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends!!</title><content type='html'>I really don't know where this post went. I thought I published it. So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my best friend came to visit me. She's so cool and mega sweet. Here's her pic--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w2ZQAkYYI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9ZWbeDCKA/s1600-h/DSCN1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w2ZQAkYYI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9ZWbeDCKA/s320/DSCN1182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187080678245949826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are calling her Laura. I love her like a sister that I don't fight with. You know those kind of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her hubby drove an hour to come visit with us. So while the big boys went to go get drinks for dinner, we ran over to see my mom. Well, Mom was working on a quilted coat. She needed to add the buttons. She pulled out the "BAG-O-BUTTONS" (to be said like some big announcer man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w5JwAkYaI/AAAAAAAAABk/k9G9O4ldxHY/s1600-h/DSCN1181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w5JwAkYaI/AAAAAAAAABk/k9G9O4ldxHY/s320/DSCN1181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187083710492860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which literally,as you can see, is a pillow case FULL of buttons. Most of them are very cool. We couldn't find anything that was just perfect. So---we dyed some. Yes, You can dye buttons. We tried a couple of different kinds, but apparently not all will "accept" the dye. But we dyed the ones for her coat, and it was supper cool. (Yes, E &amp; M-my sisters-Mom dyed buttons.) We did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w4zAAkYZI/AAAAAAAAABc/n05LAkp7_kg/s1600-h/DSCN1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w4zAAkYZI/AAAAAAAAABc/n05LAkp7_kg/s320/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187083319650836882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back home. Ate chili, and some YUMMY broccoli salad that Laura makes. Gosh that stuff it good. It's the kind with raisins, carrots, and other stuff. Man it's good. We talked, had fun, then they had to leave. Which was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so happy when we get to visit again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-978782897359918504?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/978782897359918504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=978782897359918504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/978782897359918504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/978782897359918504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friends.html' title='My Friends!!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_w2ZQAkYYI/AAAAAAAAABU/Hu9ZWbeDCKA/s72-c/DSCN1182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-5476469303838590624</id><published>2008-04-05T00:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:47.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafting</title><content type='html'>I promised a night time post. I went shopping today for a bridal shower gift. I forgot to look at the "expensive" registry to find it at the discount store. So I saw a post on some one's blog for this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_b8IgAkYVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_yfUXrH03cg/s1600-h/DSCN1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_b8IgAkYVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_yfUXrH03cg/s320/DSCN1162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185609243925176658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a storage jar with a chalk board area for writing. I would show you. But I didn't read the directions. The paint is supposed to dry for 24 hrs. :o So what am I to do? I'm going to fake it and hope it's dry in about 16 hrs, finish the process in the morning, and send it off to the bridal shower with my mother. Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going with her. However, we are supposed to have a rodeo tomorrow for Jimmy. But it's also supposed to rain tomorrow. So I'm really not sure that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post some pictures. Really it's cute when he rides his sheep. I'll explain it all tomorrow. I'll also post some pictures of the "finished" bridal gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-5476469303838590624?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5476469303838590624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=5476469303838590624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5476469303838590624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5476469303838590624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/crafting.html' title='Crafting'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_b8IgAkYVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_yfUXrH03cg/s72-c/DSCN1162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3527360220076523620</id><published>2008-04-04T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:09:40.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Sorry Sorry</title><content type='html'>I'm really trying to post something everyday. I just remembered I didn't yesterday. I'm trying to treat this better then I do the exercise thing. You see I am trying to get back into my pre-monster clothes. I've made it to some of them...but definitely not all. So I'm trying to run on the treadmill everyday. Well...except for this week, as I haven't touched the thing in 7 days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad I know. Should I run 2x a day for the next week to catch up? I just might do that really. So I'll post twice today. Once while I'm here at my job (as days are ticking away until I'm laid off) and then once when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I didn't post last night was because I was working on a project. I am slowly redoing my kitchen (for under $100) I spent $1 on spray paint yesterday and I'll post pictures right after I finish painting the cabinets. That project is only 2 years old. Nice uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I post my new stove area pictures on Monday. See, if I set a date, then I will actually do it. Bad Bad Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later tonight. Thanks for looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3527360220076523620?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3527360220076523620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3527360220076523620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3527360220076523620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3527360220076523620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry Sorry Sorry'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-3151798501637942288</id><published>2008-04-02T17:13:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:48.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulls'/><title type='text'>OK, Today!</title><content type='html'>OK, Today. Look I'm a poet and didn't know it. Walka Walka! So I'm doing my duty and typing today. I thought I'd take a picture of a few things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is of my Monster. He's going to be 3 in May. He's a rodeo boy in a not so rodeo world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_QAfgAkYUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r4KJuKHN-mw/s1600-h/Jimmy+Sleeping+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_QAfgAkYUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r4KJuKHN-mw/s320/Jimmy+Sleeping+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184769612178547010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he just so cute? At least when he's sleeping, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is one of our bulls. We raise bucking bulls. Yes Yes, please it's all so glam and fab. I know all you LA people screaming over here to read are like, "Oh my Gosh! I want one too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_P7lQAkYTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdf9YxLpx5I/s1600-h/redspot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_P7lQAkYTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdf9YxLpx5I/s320/redspot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184764213404655922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just remembered a post that I had started last night. Man, I need to get on top of things. So, it's listed below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-3151798501637942288?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3151798501637942288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=3151798501637942288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3151798501637942288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/3151798501637942288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-today.html' title='OK, Today!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_QAfgAkYUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/r4KJuKHN-mw/s72-c/Jimmy+Sleeping+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-2674106685437619899</id><published>2008-04-01T22:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:47:48.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>I'm starting this blog on 4-1 late, I promise to finish tomorrow at work. I don't have a graphic program at work, so I thought I'd try to figure out something neat for the top of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_LxjgAkYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pgpq_ozA0UE/s1600-h/PCF1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_LxjgAkYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pgpq_ozA0UE/s320/PCF1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184471713246896370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But really that is way to fancy for us. Can't you just picture the beautiful southern plantation. Big white 2 story house with the columns in the front. 2 Land Rover's parked out side the kitchen door, horse barn about 100 yards away. Possibly horses grazing peacefully in the front of the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's not us. We are more of this type:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_LyNgAkYQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sKq-vfxVbyw/s1600-h/PCF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_LyNgAkYQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sKq-vfxVbyw/s320/PCF2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184472434801402114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one really shows us more I think. We have a gingerbread (and that's a HUGE exaggeration) house. It's one story. REALLY old windows, horribly laid out kitchen/ everything. We have 3 cars!!! One is a 1993 F350 Truck; my car a 1993 Chrysler Concord (don't have a big-O or anything over the sexiness of this car), and the husbands work truck of a 1996 F150. Our driveway is a little rough. As in you don't come down it in anything remotely nice, or above 10mi/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a second post today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-2674106685437619899?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2674106685437619899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=2674106685437619899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2674106685437619899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/2674106685437619899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/testing.html' title='Ideas'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D3zIAK7QMOc/R_LxjgAkYPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pgpq_ozA0UE/s72-c/PCF1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-6334630188169102662</id><published>2008-04-01T11:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:00:02.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Work. Work. Work. Or the lack thereof</title><content type='html'>OK, So I'm going to try this whole blogging thing. I think &lt;a href="http://byebyepie.typepad.com/"target="_blank"&gt;June &lt;/a&gt;would be upset that I used blog as a verb, when I think it is only supposed to be a noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Western NC. I work for a small trucking company here. Well. I will until April 11. Because of fuel prices we are crunched here. So being the highest paid in the administration department. I'm being laid off. Not Good. We depend on my income to make it each month. So I will be off to the unemployment office 4-11 to get some $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already been looking for jobs before this news came to me. I do the company's books, I know what it looked like. So now I'm wasting time at work typing a blog. Nice uh? So I interviewed with a company about an hour away. That was in Feburary. I got a second interview!! That was in March. We are now in April. Please people call me back!! You pay twice what I'm making here, and 3 times more than unemployment. COME ON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about that-although it consumes most of my day. I will try to make this only as interesting as I can. You see in 11th grade I took AP English. My teacher, who I think was a putz, said that I was a horrible writer, and didn't know why I was even taking the class. Well duh, I was an over achevier, and needed the extra GPA point to get into the private college that was way to expensive. So I hope if you are reading this you can muddle through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to have--gardening stuff (flowers, and vegetables), horsey stuff, cow stuff, and kid stuff on here. I'm not as crafty as &lt;a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com"target="_blank"&gt;The Nester&lt;/a&gt;, but if I come across something cool, I'll put that up as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah and Jack Russell stuff as well. Not because I love them, but my husband has one. He loves him. I bought a female ot breed. I'm not in love with her, I tolerate her. Now don't get me wrong, she is OK, just too hyper. Sam our male is not at all hyper. You'd have to give him about 1,000 cups of coffee before he thought baout being hyper. So our Molly stays in her kennel during the day, and is out at night for a few hours. So we have been trying to breed the pair, and she won't come in heat. So no happy times for Sammy Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this isn't as hard as I thought it would be. Now to just keep it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-6334630188169102662?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6334630188169102662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=6334630188169102662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6334630188169102662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/6334630188169102662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-work-work-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Work. Work. Work. Or the lack thereof'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8129447986338691424.post-5860005563654517855</id><published>2008-03-28T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:59:42.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>New Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will try to update these posts weekly. Please know that it may be more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a new blogger, and will try my best to entertain myself, and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own a small farm, and raise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daylillies&lt;/span&gt; and bucking bulls there. I have been laid off my "town job" and now on the farm full time. I will do a ton of pictures, upgrades, and crafty things here in hope to sell some stuff and make money for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband, and a 100% boy 3 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day for me, and I'm trying to stretch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt; and try something exciting. I will post new recipes, design ideas, tips I learn, and hopefully any money saving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;techniques&lt;/span&gt; I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FarmGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8129447986338691424-5860005563654517855?l=povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5860005563654517855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8129447986338691424&amp;postID=5860005563654517855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5860005563654517855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8129447986338691424/posts/default/5860005563654517855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://povertycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-day.html' title='New Day!!'/><author><name>Littlest Cowboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03992830258354089149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
