Thankful Thursday – Moments

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My Christmas Angel Project is taking off, in the most amazing way. What’s breathtaking to me is that I will read an email from someone who has every right to be making a request…and I’ll be surprised at the end with a statement similar to this:

“Although I can’t afford much, I love the idea of your project. Please count me in!”

In an age where people complain loudest because they don’t have what they feel they “deserve,” where you hear left and right in the media about protestors protesting people that are working hard to earn a dollar, where those who are able to wade through all the muck and rise above are ridiculed and belittle for having the gall to actually succeed…well, I was expecting a different response. But I have been blown away. And I have (once again) learned so much about humanity and humility.

In fact, my Angels by far outnumber my requests…which isn’t something I was prepared for! So please, please, please, put on your thinking caps and let me know if you know of someone who could use a smile in their day! (For more information, click on the blue angel in the right corner…it looks like this:)

 

But one request came in that I can definitely get on right away. It was a simple request, simply stated and it promptly reminded me about all of the things I’m thankful for…including you.

This request was for each and every one of us to not put off ’til tomorrow those things that you can do today. And I don’t mean dishes, or cleaning out that last cupboard, or washing windows…I mean calling your grandmother, sending a note to your neighbor, talking to the lady down the street who is spending her first holiday alone. Picking up the phone, just to say, “Hi!” Writing a note, letting distant family members know how you’re doing. It’s the little things that can make such a big difference.

You know, Christmas cards wouldn’t be such a chore and a hassle, if all we had to do was update our photos. If we didn’t have to recapture the whole year in a page or two, wouldn’t that be simpler? If we keep in touch and let those that we care about know what’s happening more frequently, those connections would be stronger, those bonds would be tighter and our memories would be brighter.

All it takes is a moment…and in the end, it’s those moments that count the most.

Valerie Lynn Brandenburger and Vivian Lorraine Brandenburger - peas in a pod.

Wordless Wednesday – Breakfast

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I wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about today…but thankfully, I have a little guy in my house that usually makes these posts pretty easy to write. He didn’t disappoint today!

While I was checking email, and assuming George was quietly eating his breakfast, I found out he was really trying to make ME breakfast! Wasn’t that sweet of him? (I keep telling myself that.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Angel Project

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OK everyone, I’ve got an idea up my sleeve, but I need all of YOU to help me. Got it?

Here’s the plan (bear with me, I may babble a bit, but there’s a good plan here, I promise!):

I want you to email me suggestions, ideas, requests for Christmas wishes. For the sake of this project, please don’t make them unattainable (such as houses or vehicles), but they can be as simple as prayer requests, or a gift card to get a few groceries…think of someone in your neighborhood who may be down on their luck, or a young family who could use an extra smile. Be creative, I know you can!

You can email those requests to wagntales@gmail.com…and then I’ll compile the information. I will take emails up until Dec. 15, after that point, our angels would need some time to shop/ship/make whatever is needed!

While taking requests for those in need, I’m adding a twist to this charity drive. I’m taking requests for those who want to give. I know that a lot of us give locally, but let me tell you from experience, that giving anonymously is an AMAZING feeling! Imagine getting a package in the mail that you weren’t expecting?!? Isn’t that the coolest feeling in the world?

Anyway, if you can also email me at wagntales@gmail.com and let me know if you’re interested in being an angel…to what extent, etc. I’ll match up my requests to angels and let God take care of the rest! Sound like a deal?

Now, for the most part, I’m going to keep the requests confidential…only angels will have the information sent to me. I’ll do my best to set up good matches, but I’m human, so there may be some trial and error going on here. But I’m so excited about this opportunity to share our good fortune and blessings with so many others!

So here’s how I have it played out in my head (just to give you an example): Angie emails me, telling me that a lady in her neighborhood could use a helping hand with a few groceries this holiday season. She sends me a list of local grocery stores, the lady’s address and any specific items she may know that she needs (whatever would be helpful). I then look at my list of “angels” and see that Suzy is interested in sending gift cards and has access to one of the stores that has a site near Angie’s neighbor. I email Suzy the address and request for Angie’s neighbor and let Suzy take care of the rest. Got it? Questions?

Now, I get that there could be problems, issues, etc. I don’t pretend to think that this is the ultimate in plans…but I think we can work together and iron out any issues that may come up. I’ll do what I can to check out both the recipient and the giver prior to passing out any information, but trust me, nothing top secret is really going on here.

Alright, get to brainstorming some ideas for gifts, and let me know if you can help out with the “angel” end of things. I’ll keep you updated everyday on how many “matches” were made…and if I’m in need of more of one or the other!

I can’t wait to get this thing rolling! 🙂

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Gooseberry Patch Recipe #8 – Gluten-free Peanut Butter Cookies!

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On Sunday, Mark and I were ushers/greeters for church…and so I thought it would make sense for us to bring treats for our Fellowship Time after church. I decided to bake some cookies, but didn’t know what my second choice should be, since I knew that there was at least one church member who followed a gluten-free diet. (Not that I had to supply something special, but I wanted too.)

And there, in my “Dinners on a Dime” cookbook was the recipe I’ve been looking for! It’s a super easy, super simple peanut butter cookie recipe, minus any flour. And according to my husband, they are delicious! (I’m not a peanut butter fan. I know, don’t throw your Jif at me!)

Anyway, enjoy this simple gluten-free cookie recipe. And it’s very economical (as long as peanut butter prices stay reasonable, but resources tell me that it might go up in the coming weeks/months. Just a heads up!).

Magic Peanut Butter Cookies

Ingredients

Simple as this!

  • 1 c. sugar
  • 1 c. creamy peanut butter
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 t. vanilla extract

Mix sugar well with peanut butter, add remaining ingredients. Drop by teaspoonfuls onto ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350 degrees for about 10 minutes, until cookies are puffed and golden. Cool; remove from baking sheet. Makes 2 dozen.

Make sure to mix your peanut butter and sugar well...doesn't take long!

My cost analysis for these cookies? Sorry, can’t give you one…I had all the ingredients on hand! 🙂 YAY!

Great cookies, so easy and gluten-free!

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Hunt My Meat Monday – Success!

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That’s right, after a few failed attempts this week, I managed to finally bring down my deer. In fact, as I type this, my dear is at a local butcher shop, being turned into pepper sticks and dried venison (and I’ll have a recipe for that at a later date). I can’t WAIT!

But, the story on how I got my deer is an entertaining one…and since I happen to like to entertain you, my reader, I will share my story with you:

It all started Sunday morning, as I woke up to the promise of another beautiful day on the prairie (seriously, 50 degrees on the prairie…in North Dakota…in November?!? Pinch me, I’m dreaming!)

A friend of my husband called and said that there were some deer west of our house a bit. I drove a mile west, saw the deer he was referring to, walked a half-mile in, shot three times, missed, and walked the rest of the way home. Great way to get a mile walk in, but not a successful hunt. It was now almost 9 a.m., I had to get myself and four boys ready to greet at church at 9:35, plus have the refreshments ready for the Fellowship Time following church. But I wasn’t in a hurry. 😉

We made it through church (did I mention that we were also Sunday morning greeters/ushers for church?), made it through the snack preparation for after church, made it through Sunday School (did I mention that I was asked to sub for a Sunday School teacher that was sick?) and then headed home. I had a long, busy day already, and it was barely noon.

As we pull up to the grocery store to pick up some milk (we go through milk like CRAZY!), my little sister called, telling me that there was a buck just west of the farm. I’ve been down this road already…in fact, I had walked that mile already that day! But she was insistent that I hurry out and see if I could shoot him. And so we hurried home, I grabbed my orange sweatshirt (state law to wear blaze orange while deer hunting during gun season), grabbed my gun and headed back west again.

As I got out of the suburban to cross the fence and head out into the field, it dawned on me that my attire was not the best suited for hunting excursions. This is what I was wearing:

My version of hunting...with style.

 

 

Yes, I am wearing a green cowl-neck sweater dress, complete with brown leggings and knee-high dress boots. I was a fashionable hunter as I crossed the field, even kneeling to use my scope to spot my target. The buck got up, I shot once and missed. I reloaded and shot a second time. I didn’t miss that time. The buck did a summersault and was down. I had filled my tag.

Now, to be clear, I hunt for food and to protect our crops and livestock. I am not a trophy hunter (although I don’t mind having a mount on my wall), and have no desire to spend days on end tracking my deer. I prefer I shoot them, they die, we take care of them and they’re in our freezer. Simple as that.

When we checked on my quarry, it became apparent that the meat on this deer was safe, as I had shot the buck in the head, eliminating on side of its rack. A pretty crazy shot from where we were, but the animal was dead, which was the point I was going for! (Sometimes, when an animal is shot in the body, it can ruin large portions of the meat. Had this been a trophy deer, my shot would have been a sad deal, but since this buck was nice, but definitely nothing special, my shot was in a great place…causing no damage to any edible part of the deer.)

The guy walking with me started to field dress my deer (take all the insides out), and I quickly told him that I could finish the job. I knew I wasn’t wearing appropriate clothing, but I’m perfectly capable of dressing out my deer. Any errors in judgment that I had in my dress code were my mistakes, not something he had to make up for! But he graciously insisted that he could finish the job, and actually enjoyed this part of the hunt! (And he did a great job!)

Here I am, with my buck (complete with my fan-tab-ulous outfit!

Not exactly what I "planned" to wear when hunting, but it works!

 

 

When my Dad and I took my deer to the local butcher shop to be processed, he commented on my unique attire. I guaranteed him that although I was dressed in truly my Sunday’s best, I had no qualms about helping unload the deer. I’m guessing it was a fresh change from some of the guys he sees! 🙂

I don’t have a recipe to share with you today…I’m too tired and and little run down from the craziness of today! But if you go over to my friend Katie’s blog, she has an awesome pheasant recipe (that I happened to supply her with!) and I’m linking up some past venison recipes she has shared…go ahead, check them out!

Wordless Wednesday – Corn Chopping (AKA Silage Cutting)

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I was going through some of my older photos…and I realized that I hadn’t shared the shots that my 4-year-old took while we were driving truck for silage cutting.  Some of them are so funny, that I have to share.

EJ definitely has an eye for photography!

Today's post, brought to you by 4-year-old EJ.

 

 

Chopper at work...well, actually at rest, but getting ready to work.

 

 

Self-portrait. We'll call this, "EJ - Through the Looking Glass"

 

 

Chopper, at work again.

 

 

Up close shot of silage flying around.

 

 

Well, where would we be without our hands?

 

 

Had to get a shot in of his favorite person/mentor...Mr. Shorty.

 

 

Just Left of Norm

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Yes, I’m a tad bit on the crazy side. I admit it. As I stated in the title, you’d probably consider me just left of normal…well, actually right, depending on the day. But I love to have fun, I love to laugh and I love those around me.

And I’m very impressionable. As in, you can make a suggestion to me, and for some reason my mind believes that things MUST be that way. For example…tell me there’s a man outside my window at night. I become freaked, hear the strangest of sounds and am ready to call 9-1-1 at a moment’s notice. My friends in school used to get a real kick out of it. Scary movies were really entertaining, because I couldn’t sit still, would scream and then wouldn’t sleep for weeks. Fun stuff.

What difference does all this make? Well, it’s moved with me into adulthood. And this time, it’s kinda funny.

You see, on Halloween Scooter was responsible for apples for his school reading party. As I was cutting the apples up Monday morning (and dipping them in lemon juice, so they wouldn’t turn brown before the party that afternoon), a spider dropped out of the bag onto my hand. Needless to say, I wasn’t impressed. But since these weren’t local apples, I caught the spider so that my boys could study it. (I’m such a good mom, right?)

Well, I’m also active in social media, so I posted it on Facebook…where a good friend made this comment:

 

Of course, I immediately thought of my grandmother. She’s been gone more than a year, and I still miss her so much every day. Not only that, but she would have celebrated her 91st birthday just a few days before, so I was content that the spider was her, telling me she loves me, supports me and misses me too.

So I kept the spider in the jar, talked to it, watched it…even fed it a few flies. I figured a day or two, the spider would die and all would be well.

Here we are, more than a week later, and this spider is still alive. And now I can’t kill it. I’ve tried. I want to, really I do…but…well…I can’t. I even asked Mark to kill it last night, while I was sleeping. He said no.

Any thoughts on how long a spider will live? Any volunteers to spider-sit when we’re gone? (And I believe Christy should be the first to volunteer.)

Hunt My Meat Monday

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I know, I’m funny, right? Normally I participate in Hunk of Meat Monday with Beyer Beware…but today, I don’t have any meat to make, because my hunt was unsuccessful this weekend. Oh well, I have two more weekends to work some magic.

But I want to share my hunting story, because I think you will enjoy it!

Things I need for my hunt: blaze orange, gratis tag, shells, clip, pelvis saw.

Deer season opened at noon on Friday. The boys and I drove around a bit, but didn’t really do much for hunting. Saturday morning, bright and early, I walked the trees behind our house with some friends. Then we walked more trees and then we walked some more. (By the way, did you know that hunting is GREAT exercise?)

We saw a few deer, but I never did shoot. Not sure why. Hmmm…better get over that!

Anyway, Saturday afternoon, my little sister and I decided to walk another set of trees. It wasn’t a great day for hunting, it was cool and the wind was blowing 40+ mph. After we walked the trees, we thought maybe walking the slough next to the trees would be a good idea. The chances of having the deer laying in the weeds were pretty good with the wind the way it was. And so Amy decided to take the south side of the slough…and I took the north.

What I did not realize is that the slough extended for most of the quarter of land. And in order for me to cross the slough, to get back to the road where the vehicle was parked, I needed to either A) walk for about a half-mile north before heading east again, or B) get my shoes a little wet. I decided to go with B…looking back on it, I should have hoofed it farther.

Anyway, I was walking along, crossing the slough where it looked the driest and the most narrow. But you know about looks, right? They can be deceiving.

About 10 yards from solid ground, the ground went from squishy to ankle deep water to over knee deep. I was up to my butt in slough water and no where to go but forward. I closed my eyes, prayed I kept my shoes on and forged on…not thinking about what things I may be stepping on, in, etc. My sister was laughing so hard that she could hardly stand!

I finally made it through and out the other side. Shoes still on, clothes soaked, gun dry, mentally smacking myself for not walking the extra bit. Did I mention it was cool? And windy?

The slough behind me didn't LOOK that wet...famous last words.

So, we got into the suburban and I suggested since I was already soaked and dirty, we might as well walk something else while we were out. Apparently my stinky slough-water-filled clothes got to my sister though, she insisted we stop by the house for me to change.

My socks after my little swim in a slough. The slough grass is a nice touch, I think.

Maybe next Monday I’ll have a better story…and hopefully a recipe!

Thankful Thursday – North Dakota

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What? I’m thankful for the state I live in? Really? You betcha!

Yesterday North Dakota (and to be fair, South Dakota) celebrated their “birthdays,” or the day that they were signed into the union. And although I complain about the 40 below temps, 100 inches plus of snow and other wonderful issues that come with winter, I truly love my state.

First of all, we have a budget surplus. For those that don’t understand what that means, it means that we take in more money than we spend. Shocking. I know.

Second, we have more jobs than we have people to work. No, this doesn’t mean we have NO unemployed people, but there are definitely employment opportunities that are open, for many, many people. The key would be work ethic, responsibility and eagerness to actually work. It’s part of the reason that while much of the country is slipping backwards, we’re actually looking to the future and planning ahead. Another shocker. I know.

Third, I feel safe where I live. Now, that’s not to say that there aren’t dangerous areas in ND, but right now, we’ve got it pretty good. And if you come in my yard, let me warn you that my two black labs will lick you to death if you’re friendly, but harass us, and they’re on their guard. And I hunt…if you get what I mean.

Our new puppy, Maggie, and our old foster-dog, Junior.

 

 

Fourth, I know my neighbors. Sometimes that’s not such a good thing, but for the most part, I feel blessed to know that if my kids are doing something they shouldn’t be, someone will tell me. It used to drive me nuts as a child, now I dig it.

Speaking of digging. Did I mention snow?

Now THAT's a snow bank!

 

 

Once upon a time, I tried to escape ND. I thought it was a mind-suck and a place that people came to die. I despised it, and everything it stood for. Thanks be to God that those times came and went quickly! I love my rural life, I love my prairie-dwelling companions and I wouldn’t trade it for the world…well, except for maybe a week or two.

Love sundogs and sunsets on the prairie!

 

 

The Difference Between Me and Kim Kardashian

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I was going to ignore the hype and media buzz and just let this whole thing die it’s natural death…but then Kris Jenner had to go on the Today Show this morning and say something ridiculous. She came to her daughter’s defense (as any mother would do), and claimed that she made a mistake and had to follow her heart. What!?!

So, I was prompted to write my 10 Differences Between Me and Kim Kardashian:

  1. Although I completely understand that there are certain reasons when divorce is necessary and inevitable…being married 72 days is not an attempt to “work things out.” Boss Man and I made it 10 years already. We aren’t always deliriously happy with each other, but we realize and understand that marriage is a work-in-progress. My parents have been married for more than 48 years, perhaps they should be the ones in a reality show. Being married that long is what REAL life is all about.
  2. Mark and I started dating in 1998. We were engaged in 2000. We married in 2001. I’m not saying that being engaged, married and divorced in less than six months isn’t the way to go about it, but the other time frame seemed to work better for us.
  3. I didn’t get paid millions for my wedding photos. Although, to be fair, Kris Jenner said this morning that it wasn’t “millions.” It was less than a million, but more the $500,000. Oh, well, I guess that makes it all better then. Let’s just skip to #4.
  4. We’re both involved in social media. Although, my recordings of our day-to-day activities and blogging about our farm is a tad bit low-scale compared to the three-ring-circus that makes up the Kardashian brand. The difference? I try to educate and inform with the information I provide. I still don’t understand the point of the Kardashian shows. Maybe it’s best I don’t?
  5. Both our weddings were large. Although I only wore one gown and we didn’t spend a fraction of what was spent on the Kardashian debacle. Our event was more of a “homegrown” celebration. And with both of us from the same area, we had a lot of people to include. It was fun, it was amazing and it was the best day of my life, aside from my children being born.
  6. The Kardashian wedding produced hours of TV fodder, media hype, wasted air space and a ton of really funny emails and Tweets (especially those with the hashtag #thingslongerthankimsmarriage). Our wedding produced four amazing, wonderful boys that will hopefully have a positive impact on the world. (And not one of them knows who Kim Kardashian is…but they all know their mommy!)
  7. There isn’t a single stitch of skin on me that isn’t real…from wrinkles, to stretch marks, to c-section scars…I bear it all (well, not REALLY bear it all, no one in the world would want to see that!). Well, I do have to confess one thing…my hair color is not my own. It’s been provided to me for years by a wonderful stylist. Reason being? My mom was completely silver by the age 18. I would have been close behind her, if it wasn’t for hair color. And I wear it with pride! 😉 Someone once asked me what my “natural” hair color is. My answer? I don’t intend to find out!
  8. I’m not famous. And I know why. She is…and I don’t know why.
  9. I open our farm and our lives to your questions, hoping to connect, communicate and educate. She opened her lives to her TV audience. And chooses to put on a show, scam people out of money and make a mockery out of matrimony. I may not be the most successful at what I’m trying to do, but I’d rather be somewhat successful with good intentions, than completely successful with the wrong intentions.
  10. I may or may not fit into my wedding dress, but that was four kids and 10 years ago. She better still fit into hers. It’s probably not even cleaned yet.

I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to jump on the bandwagon and comment on this garbage, but I plan to print out all of my posts for my boys one day, and I’d like for them to have this as a reminder. A reminder that sometimes those things that we want the most, and make us the most happy, are those thing that we have to work the longest and hardest for…it’s a lesson we can all learn.