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Barrel Racer’s Prayer

I really like this, especially the line that says that “if we may stumble… pick him up first”.

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Lord if we may stumble,
My horse and I,
Pick him up first,
For he has carried me this far,
on his back, I have rode,
through my dreams and fears,
to hell and back we have rode
and on top of the world we had stood
like magic from a genie,
we were one,
he trusted in me,
and I in him,
so lord pick my partner up first
for he has carried me this far.

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Life Update:

So on a completely irrelevant note… I started my own business…. with a large group of people! < – That’s probably the smartest thing that I could do.

After starting that business though, I am realizing that I may need to completely restructure my blog here. Maybe just leave it with my adventures and cooking since the business is going to cover all the rodeo portions….

Hmmm…. thoughts anyone?

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The Top 3 Greatest Pranks Ever Performed by Me – In Honor of April Fools Day

In honor of yesterday being the amazing holiday of April Fool’s day, I figured I would take you through a quick jaunt of some of my favorite pranks that I have been associated with!

It’s been a long while since my best friend Lindsay and I have gotten to share a date for April Fools and I feel like, with the graduation of high school and our focus on the future, I convinced myself that I left behind those mischievous pranks of my youth. Let’s be honest though, I am just biding my time for the most perfect opportunity to strike back. It’s just in my nature to be a prankster but it’s also a big part of my nature to be a strategist. I think the best strategy for me right now is that I am lulling everybody into a sense of false security before I hit again.

  1. The Room Closed Prank – I went to a very small elementary school growing up, so small in fact that, in order to stay open, we had started to combine our classes so as to cut down on extra teachers. I was a 7th grader at the time and they took 12 of us 7th graders to be in a class with the 15 or so 8th graders. I guess we could have looked at it like we were better than the rest of our classmates, as the rest of them were put in a class with 6th graders, but we didn’t. Why? Because everyday we got put down as being the “little kids” of the class, whereas the other half of our class was hailed as the “big kids” of their class. The classroom that we were in was this old mobile unit modular. It was disgustingly filthy but we adored it. We were confined to the main part of the classroom but the 8th graders were given free rein of the other side of the modular as their kingdom and boy did they take full advantage of it. Nobody was allowed in and even the teacher respected that. They seemed to have their own cult in there where they did their homework, projects, and whatever else. By the time that March rolled around they wouldn’t even leave their kingdom for lunch. I figured that I had had about enough. We had all been re-named as some sort of animal (I was lucky because their was an 8th grader I did horse 4H with, I was a Fjord) and some of the kids weren’t too lucky with the names “Slug”, “Moose”, “Cricket”, “Manatee”, etc. It wasn’t that I was mad, it was all in good fun and I was aware of that, but I decided that it was time to exact some revenge by having a little fun of my own. Thus the big room prank began. My first ally was a girl named Claire, we had gone to school together since 1st grade and she was a flipping genius. She was always my go to for schoolwork help because I knew she would either know the answers OR she wouldn’t be afraid to ask the teacher for help (something that scared me half to death). She was all for it. We passed a note around the class alerting the rest of the 7th graders in our split class of the idea and the last day of March… we were all back at school. The best part about this was that our teacher, Mr. Larrowe, who (I had thought) hated us because we were the children in the class and he wanted to be teaching at the high school, thought our idea was genius and was all over helping us. As we efficiently work to stack every desk, table, decoration, etc. behind the modular unit I realized that he just had a huge love of pranks. He was listing off all the pranks he had ever done at all the big schools he had been too and I had a higher appreciation for him. Not just that but a higher appreciation for myself was probably gained by him; all in the name of a well thought out prank. The final touches was a big “condemned” sign on the outside of the door alerting the 8th graders that the Kingdom had been invaded and shut down by a higher force. The morning of April Fool’s dawned bright and clear, I was so excited that I had barely slept a wink the night before. The first thing the 8th graders did was not believe us, it was April Fool’s day after all. Then they opened the door to see that the entire room had been vacated. With the help of the janitor we had even gotten some sawdust, sawhorses, and boards in the room like it was under construction. At first nothing happened and then, when they came out of the Kingdom to take their appropriate seats in the main classroom and saw all of us lounging around nonchalantly in the room, it began to sink in that they were, dare I say it? Normal. The sight of Claire, lounged back in her chair with her feet up on another desk, coyly looking over and saying, “Well, well, well… looks like you are one of us now.” That put them over the edge! A class mainly of girls it took only one weak link to start crying before the flood gates opened up. We all sat there awkwardly, trying our hardest not to laugh. Mr. Larrowe thought it was so hilarious that he actually had to step out of the classroom numerous times. Our productivity for the day was near impossible as it was identical to a funeral in our modular. Many of the 8th graders actually tried to go home early, they were that grieved and depressed from the news. At the end of the day Mr. Larrowe announced that he had had enough and had an announcement to make about our modular, he proceeded to get them with the classic “April Fools!” You should have heard the uproar when the 8th graders realized not only had then been pranked but that they had literally spent a whole day crying over the prank. We took them to the back behind the modular where there was a note and decorations on their desks and items stating that it was, in fact, and April Fool’s prank. We actually all became better friends after the fact as we helped them move all their stuff back and re-decorate their room. It turned into a fun room for everyone and we started our own game of points (good deeds equaled positive and bad deeds equaled negative). I was never out of the negative points, all because they found out from Mr. Larrowe that I was the instigator behind the prank. I always knew he didn’t like me….
  2. When you get into high school car pranks become the greatest thing ever because cars are like the only things that really seem to be truly yours. Plus, in high school, your car is something that you have waited a very long time for so the fact that you actually have a bucket of metal that can take you around is such a big deal. So, as a crazy rebellious teenager, what do you do? You prank the thing that is the most important to your friends. I was always very careful with pranks because I LOVED my car and I knew that anything I did to someone else’s car could be improperly reciprocated and there was no way I was changing having something break or my paint pulled off with shaving cream. The most epic of the car pranks was what my friend Lindsay and I did to this poor boy named Nick. Now I’m not sure if Lindsay and Nick were dating as of this point but, either way, they were dating pretty shortly after if they weren’t already. See, car pranks as flirting totally works in high school, it means people like you! Ncik’s car was much nicer than the rest of ours. It was a brand new Jeep Wrangler (2009 edition I believe), silver, and his pride and joy! I was so jealous, I have always had this huge fascination with Jeeps and I’ve always wanted a Wrangler or a Willy’s. Nick was all proud, the Oregon weather was about to finally turn nice and he was going to be able to take the top and doors off of his Jeep and enjoy the crisp, cold, Oregon spring sun. Lindsay was more than ready for this act and she got me in on the plan. Lindsay’s mom was a dentist so she was able to get her hands on THE BIGGEST rolls of cling wrap I have EVER seen. It was amazing! She also went and spent A TON of money on packing peanuts. Then we made a custom bar code packing label, of the giant size of course, and during our autos class (our teacher was as big of a prankster as us) he let the entire class go prank poor Nick’s jeep. We cling wrapped the whole thing so that it was air tight and then filled it to the brim with packing peanuts. Finished it off by attaching the shipping label to the spare tire on the back with the letters addressed “To Nick – From Lindsay”. The look on his face when he came outside was PRICELESS! They happily dated for a few years afterwards.
  3. The next prank was another car prank. A fun loving girl in the grade above us was dating one of our favorite auto shop partners named Ty. Ty had gotten poor Ali with some sort of prank so, in order to act the perfect revenge, she went to the best in the business: Katie and Lindsay. It took us quite a while and a lot of research to come up with the best plan for poor Ty but when we finally came up with it Unfortunate Teal (the name of his little Ford Ranger) never stood a chance. We planned the act during an off block and quickly went to work. We secured a large stretch of landscaping fabric to line the bed of his pickup. Then his friend Milan and I spent a good 20 truck loads hauling garbage cans full of water to his pickup. We decorated the bottom with river rock, put some swamp plants in and trailed them over the sides, floated a small cooler in the bag, put a fishing pole in the corner, and wrote “Gone Fishing” on the back window. That’s when Lindsay and Cory got back with the 200 feeder gold fish. Yes, we literally raised the stocks on Wall Street for feeder goldfish with one prank. We then hid in the swampy marshland on the outside of our parking lot while his carpool buddy Ip (okay his name was actually Phillip) sent Ty a text asking him if he could get his wallet out of the glove compartment of Unfortunate Teal because he had to return a book for a project at the library. He walked out…. and oh my gosh … the look on his face was beyond priceless. I remember cowering in the mud there, fist shoved in my mouth trying so hard not to give away our hiding spot by either busting out laughing or by wetting myself from laughing so hard. It was one of those moments where I couldn’t even look at my friends because I knew just one look at Lindsay and I would absolutely die in a fit of giggles. Unfortunate Teal became something of a celebrity that day. Pretty soon not a single car was parked around it in the parking lot and most of the school spent lunch break hanging around watching the fish and feeding them bread crumbs. Overall it was quite the riot! We even made a good deal out of it because we had brought boxes of Ziploc baggies and sold goldfish to people for a $1 a fish. Being feeder goldfish though, I knew they would be pretty quick to die because, besides the rare unicorn of the bunch, getting those suckers to live more than a week is virtually impossible. I will never forget though, how one of the many fish that died in the sun in the back of the pickup ended. It didn’t go down the gutter like the rest of the fish that didn’t make it through that day, Milan, in fact, SWALLOWED IT WHOLE ON A DARE! For lunch. He swallowed it whole for LOCAL BOYZ (but Local Boyz is pretty darn delicious). I still have that charming video, from a very old, poor quality flip phone, that I will always cherish as one of those quality high school memories.

And there you have it ladies and gentleman, the top 3 pranks as of now…. there will be more in the future though! Of that, I am sure! unfortunate_tealjpg

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Argh … My Blogging has been ATROCIOUS!!!!

Alright! I’m sorry!

I’ve literally taken a 3 month hiatus from my blogging and it has been nagging at me day in and day out. I know that no one else is sitting around waiting for me to write because, as of right now, nothing is THAT exciting in my life. I guess I have been trying to determine what direction my blog should take over the next few months. I originally wanted to keep this anonymous.

I don’t associate my blog with any of my social media sites because I didn’t want that violation of privacy but I think the end of my superhero (I wish right?) anonymity is about to come to an end. I was wondering what your guys’ thoughts were on what I should do next.

I am going to be trying out for a rodeo queen pageant, as I am sure you guys picked up on when I discussed the rodeo queen pageant judging post. I want to share my adventures as I go but I think that the big pivotal moment is when I make the “Big Announcement” to the social media world about me trying out. I think that my explanation of why I am doing what I am doing, after being a naysayer for so long, is the reason why the blog will have to come out in the open as I need an outlet to be able to write my answers to the millions questions I am sure people are going to ask and think.

I am nervous about this next venture.
I have lived my whole life able to hide in the shadow of my teammates. Even when I was the superstar of my own sports teams, I was able to portion the success or failure off as a whole. This is me. All on me. It faces my biggest struggles; modeling, having my picture taken, being the center of attention, and so much more. It SCARES me. I can’t explain it to you, I have a panic attack just thinking about having my picture taken. I just want to turn away and hide.

I have done that way too much though. It’s time that I faced my fears and finally stopped sitting in the corner of my room daydreaming about what my life COULD be and go make something happen before I give myself enough excuses for it not to work.

I think the scarier thing than winning the title though, is losing it. Failure is my biggest fear. I feel as if I have had a lot of failure in the past 3 years or so, basically ever since graduating high school. My high school failures were always that “the guy” didn’t like me, no one asked me out, and all those other reasons; I just marked it off as God was saving my time for the one who was worth it. He was and that affirmation has gone on to prove that God has given me a lot of great opportunities, he allowed me to follow my dreams for as long as possible but now my task is to use those skills that he taught me through sports and apply them to something new.

I lived through my entire high school career looking towards college, never living in the moment and living for the future. College sports was not what I thought it was going to be though and I highly regretted those wasted high school years. I can’t help but wonder that if, just maybe, I had spent some time really enjoying the moment in high school then I would have been more successful in college. I am going to live every second of this preparation for pageant as if it is the only thing I have because, quite frankly, it could be. There are many other fantastic and amazing young woman who are going to be vying for the title that I am and they are, honestly, probably more qualified in the sense of the typical rodeo queen. That’s okay! I’m uniquely me and I’m very excited about this adventure of becoming a well-rounded, classy, butt-kicking, healthy and fun-loving cowgirl that God is going to put me on.

So everybody, get ready for a whirlwind of adventure!

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Our Dating World – It’s a Strange One

Now that you have learned and understood what you are looking for in a Hufe it’s time to understand the dating world that we live in now. There is a saying that everything in this world is traveling in a circle (or something like that) and I more than agree with this. On a larger scale, I can show how it’s true with the dating world.

In the prelude to my Pride & Prejudice copy, the author who gives the prelude tells us about how the dating world of Jane Austen’s story is very different than the dating world of the ’90’s. In the old British era, where you probably never even kiss your future husband before the wedding night, you had to understand what every gesture, comment, request to dance and a smile meant. Girls were more conerned with securing a financially stable husband instead of finding love. Charlotte Lucas, Elizabeth Bennet’s best friend in the book, claims that you nab a man for marriage and then you have all of the leisurely time available to fall in love. The theory is that divorce is very common in this day and age and it is only becoming more and more prevalent; something that wasn’t socially acceptable (or maybe not even possible) in that era.

Why is this so? My belief is that being unfaithful is becoming more and more common. The ability of an individual to continue secretly (or so they think) shopping around for something better is the reason relationships aren’t working out.

The days that the prelude author mentioned are long gone. We are actually living in a modern recreation of Eliza Bennet’s world. In today’s dating world we have to know what every text, Instagram/Facebook/Twitter like/favorite means. He retweeted you on your deep, late night tweet on relationships… Does he want to be in a relationship with you or did someone else come to his mind when he read that tweet? We have come around in a complete circle when it comes to the dating world.

Have guys ever wondered why girls like any movie by Nicholas Spark? It’s because the male leads are always strong emotionally and trustworthy men. Men. Girls want men and men want ladies. Make the change in your own actions and behaviors if you want to find yourself the respectful kind of man that you picture in your dreams.

How can we expect a man to treat us like a lady, which would be him acting like a gentleman, if we don’t require ourselves to be the ladies of which is deserving a gentleman? A lot of my friends get on the “Feministic Train” as I like to refer to it, where they say that they are equals to guys (which we are) and that they can act however they want. Wrong. So wrong.

A lady has class and respect to others. When you boil down what determines a “classy” lady it is a lady that respects herself and who she is. Therefore if you don’t respect yourself and others how can you expect somebody else to respect you? Point the finger at yourself before pointing it at someone else.

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#PleaseAllowMeToIntroduce Madison’s Tuf Race aka “Maddy”

#PleaseAllowMeToIntroduce is a blog-idea that I got from one of my colleagues and it has inspired me to not only include the amazing people that I meet throughout the course of life but also the amazing animals that I have had the great opportunity to meet.

For the first horse to be included in the #PleaseAllowMeToIntroduce segment there was no question in my mind that it would be Maddy. Nothing against all of my other horses that I own or have met but Maddy has worked hard for this honor. Everything that I have learned when it comes to horses (besides driving) has been learned because of this horse. The first time I had a horse bolt with me, perform bad for me, and perform absolutely amazing for me was all with this horse. He packed me through years of 4H, High School Equestrian Teams, and so many adventures that I had made up in my mind.

Maddy and I doing showmanship my senior year of horse 4H at state fair. Check out the T-Rex that his white mark makes (hint: the tail goes down his front leg).
Maddy and I doing showmanship my senior year of horse 4H at state fair. Check out the T-Rex that his white mark makes (hint: the tail goes down his front leg).

I still remember, like it was yesterday, the first time that I laid eyes on the big sorrel tobiano paint. I was covering my nose due to the awful smell coming from the city dump which was situated just on the other side of the pasture and watching this eccentric horse woman clap her hands, yelling for her 3 horses to come up the drive. With the longest, floating, smoothest looking trot I have ever seen in a horse, I watched as Maddy rounded the bend and I knew he was going to be my dream come true.

Unfortunately for me, Maddy was not intended to be my horse. With my need-for-speed mentality I was hooked on the fact that his mom was a quarter horse racehorse; this obviously meant he was destined for speed right? While my sister spent the first week trying to ride Maddy, I was stuck at my Aunt’s on her overweight spotted ponies (they were POA’s if you want particulars). It was only a matter of time before I got my hands on Maddy.

To be specific, it was about 24 hours before I was riding Maddy. I would use apples that had fallen from the orchard to coax the large four year old over to the railing where I could then slide onto his back. I was probably about 45 pounds so to this day I still wonder whether or  not he knew that I was even riding him. I would use this crop that I had scavenged from the miscellaneous bucket in the tack room, it had this distinctive little hand on the end of it. I would use the little hand to tap Maddy on his cheekbone to signal him to turn in the opposite direction. DSCF0005

When my mom was utterly shocked that such a small child wasn’t afraid to ride the 16 hand horse her big sister had just fallen off of, I could only smile to myself because I wasn’t afraid of Maddy – he would never hurt me. This proved true through all my years of showing him but what I was most proud of when it came to that big paint horse was that he inspired me, still does in fact! He was the kind of backyard pony that everyone made fun of and then, through hard work, and a lot of love for your teammate, he proved that he was at the same caliber in the competition ring as all of those insured, pretty-penny-spent horses. He helped me truly believe that if you work as hard as you possibly can than you will get exactly what you wanted.

I showed Maddy in everything, everything but saddle seat and driving (although I am sure he would make a great carriage horse). What he truly excels in is extreme trail competitions and that is what I would do a million of if I could have my big paint horse back 100% healthy and pain free. We did engligh, western, dressage, trail, showmanship, and ranch horse classes. His biggest gift to this world is his love for children. Being so tall it’s actually quite heartbreaking that he invokes so much fear in them with his size, he wants nothing more than hugs and kisses and treats. He’s kind of a ham like that!

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The state team my last year of 4H.
The state team my last year of 4H.
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What to do when you hold the power of an equine genetic line in your hands?

Backstory
Four summers ago I found myself in a very interesting situation. The equine love of my life, a 16 hand sorrel tobiano paint, was no longer healthy enough to be my pride and joy when it came to riding. My “old man” as I like to refer to him, has packed me on his trusty back since I first started riding in the third grade. I had just created my own professional rodeo drill team and had to face the strong realization that I wouldn’t be able to ride on it: team manager from the sidelines was going to be my “thing”.
One day, a month before our first performance, I was online looking for a better flag pole deal when, due to our poor country internet I had thought I had clicked on a website for drill flag poles when the computer scrolled and then clicked. Frustrated, I had no idea that, at that point in my life, God was already taking the first steps to saving my future. The website that opened was a website selling central Oregon ranch horses.
Sugar Baby Twist.
That was the name of the beautiful palomino stock horse on the screen. I wasn’t caught by the horses beauty or it’s information – I was shocked to see the striking resemblance that she had to my sisters gelding Ringo (the one I won a hero award on in high school). Obviously I had to show my entire family this twin-like horse.

Little did I know or mean too, my parents started talking and they said, “Let’s go look at her?” I was surprised. I was away at college most of the time, I didn’t need them spending their money on a horse. My dad argued that I didn’t have a horse to ride and if I wanted to progress with my riding ability than maybe this was a sign. It was. It would take me another three years to realize that.
A few weeks later I was home with my new horse. My boyfriend at the time was not very happy. He had been battling his parents for a dog and he was pissed and envious that I had gotten a horse of all things. There was a reason he didn’t last!
I had got her for a striking deal of $1,000.00 and no sooner did I have her at my first rodeo did the first offers started coming through.

Holly, the barn name of the mare, was a dream come true. The perfect easy keeper she could do anything and everything. Being our first, really nice, registered horse Holly opened my eyes to the world of bloodlines. I saw this group on Facebook called “Hancock Horses”. Holly was Joe Hancock line bred so I added myself in and, after a few months of gaining. The social media courage, I posted a picture to share of her and her bloodlines asking to see what people thought about the potential of breeding her.

Via allbreedpedigree.com I had seen that at four years old, she had had a foal. My Facebook blew up to say the least. Apparently I had an extremely nice horse. I couldn’t believe that she hadn’t been bred more times with this jackpot of a bloodline. It seemed that everyone wanted my pretty yellow horse! She wasn’t for sale though, no matter how ridiculous the offers got. I had people offering to trade breedings for a foal (one for me and one for her), co -ownership offers, basically you think it and tats what was offered.
My original thought was to breed her to another foundation quarter horse. With her bloodlines coming in at 98% I realized that I could breed her to a horse that was close to the foundation registry and she would be able to pull the percentage high enough for the registration. I went with a stallion called Perkolatin, a Dash Ta Fame bred stud who was shaking things up in the barrel horse world. Tall and black I also secretly loved the color options!

Then, just a few days ago, I was contacted by somebody I’m the group informing me of a suspicion they had. My horse has the highest Crocketts Lucky Joe percentage of any other living horse. The lineage of Crocketts Lucky Joe is, in fact, almost extinct.

I’m a broke college student. That’s a fact. Breeding holly just once has been a huge strain on my resources and has resulted in me taking one, maybe two, terms off from college because I can’t afford it. Now it’s looking like this entire bloodline, so important to the heritage of the foundation American quarter horse, is completely in my “no-resources-at-all” budget.

Next week I aim to get the official bloodworm and documentation done. Once I have that I am going to look into going into business with someone that specializes in the Hancock horse bloodline. I may have a foal that I on,u own a percentage of.

I guess I never really thought about being a horse breeder but The Lord works in mysterious ways. Too many things are happening that seem to be aligning me in such an amazing way with these opportunities to really change the equine world.

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Marquette taps into women’s team to add roster depth

Interesting concept – I know that a lot of the managers are die hard players that never got their shot for a collegiate opportunity. I am sure this was the highlight of these twins’ young lives!

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Marquette’s roster has been depleted ever since John Dawson and Deonte Burton decided to transfer out of the program.

Even with Luke Fischer getting eligible in December, Marquette has just eight scholarship players available and nine that will dress for practice.

And while Steve Wojciechowski has one of the most talented staffs in the country — Wojo, Travis Diener, Chris Carrawell, Tyler Thornton, Brett Nelson and Justin Gainey are all on staff, making for some mean pickup games — it’s really hard to run a college practice without having enough guys on the roster to play 5-on-5.

So the Golden Eagles tapped into the women’s basketball team for help. Michael and Matthew Mache, 6-foot-5 twins that played their AAU ball for the Mac Irvin Fire, suited up for the first time when the Golden Eagles beat Providence. They had spent the last two-and-a-half seasons working as managers for the women’s…

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Back Story; The Five Things You Need to Know About Me

Hey everybody!

I have never really blogged before but I have been an avid journaler my entire life and thought that this would be a fun New Year’s Resolution as a way to put my thoughts and feelings out there for everybody.There are five core things that you should no about me before you get started reading any of my rants, raves or musings.

  1. GOD – I spent the majority of my life searching for a deeper understanding of religion and the connection that people have with God and Jesus. I wasn’t brought up in the church or in a religious family but we were raised with the strong country morals (that are pretty synonymous with most religious morals). Upon starting college I found myself gifted the freedom to go to church. It wasn’t until December 2013, when my entire world came crashing down on me that I finally gained the complete relationship with God and my savior Jesus Christ. To welcome him into my heart and into my home with open arms has been the most complete feeling. Every day I strive to learn more and to grow as an individual with God. I dedicate a big part of this discovery and growth to the I am Second movement by Doug Bender. Please look them up online and get their Daily Reader; live Second, 365 Ways to Make Jesus First.
  2. Country Lifestyle – Being “country” isn’t the bro-country that we hear on modern country radio. It’s about the ’90’s country, all the way! It’s about “Standing Outside the Fire”, and how “It’s a Great Day to be Alive”. It’s about working from sun up to sun down, to understand just how strongly politics and economics can affect your day to day. It’s about the food you put on the table and the animals that nurture your soul. Being country is more than just a pair of Daisy Dukes and rhinestoned cowgirl boots; it’s about the ugly outfits you throw together to stay warm or clean. Pure country in it’s finest form.
  3. Food – You will never meet someone who loves food as much as me. I always entertain ideas of starting my own restaurant or food truck but then I worry about losing that love you have for something when you make it a job. I believe that food is the basis for a healthy lifestyle and that when you begin to respect your body enough to eat well then you are going to go further than that as you grow in confidence. With that confidence you will be more prone to workout, make healthier life decisions and therefore make healthier relationship decisions. Food, in and of itself, can help change all the aspects of your life. I believe that the pacific northwest has its own unique style of cuisine which is simple, locally grown ingredients, well raised meat products and fresh caught food from our plentiful oceans and seas. Join me on my adventure of discovering and creating new recipes and although I am terrible at measuring I will do my best for you so that you can recreate this recipes at home with your family!
  4. Relationships – I have included this section not because I think that I am a professional by any means when it comes to relationships but due to my strange outlook on life people are always interested in my crazy theories. This way I can share them with you guys and we can bounce them off of each other! I have an entire journal filled with my wild theories that I began writing down after my junior year of college when a communications teacher told me that my theories were so interesting and had so much truth in them that I should write them down as he could see them being an inspiring book to someone someday. To inspire others is the end goal of my life so of course I followed his suggestion! Hopefully I can inspire you to think more deeply about all of your relationships and to therefore allow you to get the most out of them.
  5. Rodeo – I love sports with my absolute favorites being rodeo, basketball, baseball and football (yes, in that order). I go crazy on social media with all of these things but I truly love them as a former athlete and lover of fitness. My hope is that someday I can bring everything that I learned through all of my years playing sports about a healthy lifestyle and being a complete athlete and bring it into my new sport world: Rodeo. Rodeo is by far the greatest sport on dirt because in rodeo the ball has a mind of it’s own. You can not successfully compete in a rodeo performance if you and your teammate are not firing on all cylindars whereas in other sports you may be able to squeak away the win. They are underpaid and are fighting to keep the true western spirit alive and for that I applaud the cowboys and cowgirls that do. I can only hope that I can rank among the elite in your world! For now I will continue being an ambassador and doing the best that I can to open the eyes of more of the public to rodeo and the greatness of being a true country person.

Anyway this is me and if there is anything that you would like to hear me talk about just comment on any of my posts and I will do my best to oblige! 🙂

Take care and, in the famous words of Gene Autry and Dale Evans ——- Happy Trails!