I started throwing the discus as a seventh grader. It quickly became my first love. It took me far and wide. The discus built dreams, fulfilled dreams, broke dreams but most importantly taught me to dream. As an a eighth grader, our son’s first love is far, far from the discus. He doesn’t love the discus. He might tell…
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We keep going with a smile…
Filed Under: Family Values, Life in North Dakota Tagged With: family fun, prairie life 12 Comments
Life gets muddy sometimes. It gets us down from time to time. But within seconds we can be at the top of the world again, carefree, letting loose, and just going with the swing of things. We land on our feet and give life another a try. Even once we are on our feet again, riding along carefree, the road…
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Pioneer Woman’s Breakfast Pizza Recipe
Filed Under: Breakfast, Dairy, Grains, Proteins, Recipes Tagged With: breakfast pizza, cooking, hunk of meat Monday, Pioneer Woman, protein, Ree Drummond 6 Comments
I opened my new Pioneer Woman “Food from my Frontier” cookbook to actually cook from it and not just read it like a far off dream. Breakfast pizza sounded like a perfect brunch. I’ve never seen this on her blog. It’s a reason indeed to buy the cookbook! Of course, it has pepper bacon on it. I have a “bacon…
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The last of the good guys
Filed Under: Family Values Tagged With: love, making marriage work, marriage 5 Comments
I had coffee with two young professional women in their mid-20’s a couple weeks ago. Both are single. They talked guys, dating and marriage. They both are holding out for a “good guy”. I was once like them, convinced the last of the good guys has evaporated from earth, that no one could be as good as my dad, grandpa…
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Feeding the new calf
Filed Under: America's Farm Table, Family Values Tagged With: agriculture, family, family farm, farming 8 Comments
A cow had twins at GriggsDakota. One of the calves has come to live in the barn. He is a bottle calf because the mama cow forgot she had two and was only feeding one. Cows are forgetful like moms. Thankfully I have never forgotten to feed my babies. Uncle Jim and Logan hauled the calf to the barn during…
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