Horrible Blogger!!!

Slacker..........Not really, but I'm sure that's what some are thinking! I realized that I haven't blogged since the Lincoln 1/2. I realize that I very nearly died in that experience. :) But no excuse for neglecting my fans. All 5 of you. So, here's a little recap of what has been happening in this Runaway Ranchwife's life!

T-ball started. The kids had their first games last night and they were amazing. And if you ask them, they won. They kicked that other team right in the ass. (Even though they do not keep score and no one gets out.) They don't need to know that though. They are certain the major leagues will be calling them today!

We had the most amazing week branding.

I usually bail about the 3rd night of camping and claim that ~~mom~~ the kids are tired and need a night in their own beds. Not so much this year. I loved camping and spending time with the boys and everyone else that works here. It was pry the most relaxing "vacation" I've had in a while. And who wouldn't love seeing their oldest boy roping for the first time in the branding pen? I was a proud momma.

And was equally proud of these two.....

Who were shits......

And my beautiful niece...

How could we not love these faces!!

The final thing I've been doing is changing my health for the better!!
My ~~bossy~~ loving sister, talked me into trying Body by Vi. She couldn't have been more right about how I would feel!! I LOVE the way I have felt the last 3 weeks! I have more energy than I have in years, and my mood has improved significantly. The added bonus......I've lost 6 lbs. Whoop Whoop!!!! I loved the product so much that I am now a distributor. There is no better feeling in the world than sharing a product that you know can help others be healthier than they've ever been! LOVIN the Vi-Life!!

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Ode to the running shoe.......

Size 11. And I'm not referring to my pant size. That's my ginormous shoe size. Who cares, you say! I care. I'm 5'3". Yeah, you read that right. I wear a size 11 shoe have a head the size of a watermelon and nothing in between stretched far enough to be called tall. When my husband and I were dating, my future MIL asked me why I was wearing his shoes. And she wasn't joking. Not only are my feet huge, they are flat as a pancake. I'm also bow legged and pigeon toed. Major problem. I was so bow legged when I was little my parents had to put Forest Gump braces on my legs at night to sleep. Seriously. And "f" off for laughing!!!!! I have a hell of a time finding the right shoes. Nothing was different when I began the search for the "perfect" running shoe. We live on a ranch 21 miles from the closest town and 100 miles from a Walmart. I rarely run on pavement. This is my running "track" most days and while I lo

Here goes nothing!

Recently my sister got me started reading blogs. Funny, laugh out loud, real life people doing and saying things that make me laugh. Love them! So, having no extra time in my day, I decided I'd give it a try. Why the hell not. My life is full of stupid crap that no one everyone will want to read about. First thing I had to come up with a name. Problem was, everything I could think of was not appropriate for some that might read this. Those that know me, know that I cuss. Alot. It's a terrible thing some of the filth that comes out of my mouth. So, disclaimer..... I CUSS ALOT !!!!!! Recently I started running. I used to despise the thought of it. I had visions of passing out while jogging 1/4 of a mile and would lay there till my husband, a hired man, or one of the horses/cows/dogs would find me. But let's face it. I'm not getting any younger. And what's the best thing for finding one's abs becoming a healthier person, RUNNING. So, I star

Where the hell's that Woodchuck??!!!!

Evil little bastards........I don't go out much. I don't drink often. And I know why. I'm just not a young kid like I once was. It's hard on a gal to recover the next day. I'm going to blame it on Tara myself. She always FORCES us girls to drink Washington Apples. Extra yummy but I'm really starting to not like all this peer pressure............It would be rude of me to say, "no I don't want your f'n drink". I'm just not that person. I reluctantly willingly agree every time she "forces" one upon me. Also rude to not drink the Woodchuck that so many kind souls bought me. And thanks to my wonderful sister for putting this pic of me on facebook. Notice the beautiful crooked way my face looks. WTF!!! This one is much better.............. We had a wonderful evening with GREAT friends and I really don't feel THAT bad today. Just like this guy who got his ass ran over by a truck..... Later on the hubb

Permanently Exhausted

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