Andy on the left, with his best bud, and cousin, Ira. They were two ornery little stinkers!
I have prayed many times that Jesus would pick Andy up for a minute and snuggle him – just like I used to do. This is how I like to think of him now.
Note: Jennifer was 5 at the time, and Franklin was 3. Almost four. Andy was 2 years and 2 months. He apparently climbed up on the concrete abutment of the bridge, and when he threw stones into the canal, he became overbalanced and fell in. Franklin was on the bridge at the time, so he watched it happen. Jenni didn’t see it. Andy was swept downstream for almost two miles, and was in the water for 40+ minutes.
Mix 1/4 cup milk or cream into the flour mixture. Mix it with a fork till it gets little crumbs.
Roll the chicken pieces in the crumb mixture.
Pat some crumbs onto the chicken pieces if necessary, to coat them thickly.
Put them slowly into hot oil. Fry about 5 min on each side. You want the crust golden, but not too brown. It will brown some in the oven. If you don’t have a thermometer, you can set the burner to medium, and test it by dropping a small piece of the coating mix into the oil. If it sizzles good, its probably ready.
Put the pieces on a baking sheet, or 9×13, and bake for 15-20 minutes. Cut into the fattest piece to make sure its done through.
Enjoy! It is worth it, trust me. If you like fried chicken!
1 cut-up fryer chicken
2 cups buttermilk
Soak chicken in buttermilk.
Mix flour and seasonings together. Mix in milk with a fork.
2 cups flour
1 1/2 tablespoons seasoned salt
1 teaspoon black pepper
1 teaspoon thyme
1 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon cayenne (I used 1/4 tsp, cause I am a wuss about heat. It was about right.)
1/4 cup buttermilk or reg. milk
Roll chicken in flour mix, and deep fry for 5 min per side. Bake at 350 for 15-20 minutes.
I halved the PW recipe, to make it suitable for one chicken.
You can make a substitute for buttermilk by adding 2 tablespoons vinegar to 1 cup regular milk.
This chicken ends up being “crispy on the outside, and juicy on the inside”, in the words of my 9 year old.
Still not My Cowboy, but at least I know him!
This one breaks my little heart…
Ahhh…. much better. That box is waiting My Cowboy’s touch.
Of course, while cleaning, it gets worse for a time….
These horse were photographed on the X-Bar – I just felt like sticking them in.
Photo credit goes to Axel Selter.
This is either the K-Bar or close to it. The country looks the same. I wish I had taken a camera with me, but my brain wasn’t working to good. Plus, who would’ve known that i wouldn’t ever get back up there? Babies limit me considerably…
Sunrise. Several weeks ago.
Sunrise. In 2010 I think.
Sunrise. 2009. First snow of the season. So pretty.
A storm photo. Again from Rose. I love the way you can see the whole storm system out here. Its beautiful.
My favorite view of Sheep. When its GREEN. Love it.
My sweet oldest girl. She came down with pink-eye today. You can see the beginning of it here. Poor thing. To the Dr again tomorrow for some drops.
*Update* Dr. said she has a specific kind of ear infection that infects the ear and the eye. So she is on an antibiotic, too.
When we got to the top of the pass, we stopped at the scenic overlook. I would have been content to stay in the warm Suburban, because the air up on top was rather chilly, to say the least. But I did make myself climb out and go up with them…
With the free telescope, we could almost see our ranch. Well, not quite. Our ranch was hidden behind the mountain.
That mountain in the middle-righthand side is Sheep – The same mountain that is directly behind our house. See how much higher we are than it is?
There is a glacier on this mountain. Seriously.
This is a typical awful driving photo. But I had to put it up to show the stunning green color of the water. It looks like a jewel. It has to be freezing cold.
And the ‘Wyoming wildlife’ seemed to be a joke only I have understood. I guess I have twisted humor.
These little mountain streams and boggy areas are my favorite part of the mountains. And the smell of the pines. I love the scent of pines.
We seen this cattle-trailer flipped on a curve. That happens once in a while. Poor cattle. Think what a shock it is to be thrown onto their side and their buddies, going 50mph, or whatever.
The X-Bar had a load of cattle flip like this once, in similar country, and despite hours of hard riding, they never could find all the cattle. So if you are driving through the Snowy Range, and see some wild black cattle, they are probably ours.
We stopped at this cafe/hotel on the way home. Its all log, and rustic. Its a very cute place. Bigger than you would think. And they have the best burgers I have ever tasted. Each one is handmade fresh. Mmmm! I could eat one right now.
And then there is the ‘Wild Horse Ranch’ several miles from our place. It really advertises the ‘wild horses’ as its way of attracting buyers. (its selling 40-acre lots. Country subdivisions, we call em.) I don’t know how wild they are, but I guess they technically are wild horses. They come onto the X-Bar once in a while.
I made this dress the other day. Here is the tutorial I used: http://www.themotherhuddle.com/tutorial-easy-sweet-summer-top/ It took me approx. 15 min. I made it into a dress, instead of a shirt, just by adjusting the length of the ruffle part. You know.
Then I spent an hour or two researching if/what/why/when/pics of Cold Hives. I was so confuddled about why Lucia would get up from her naps some times, with these awful, itchy hives. I think its from getting too hot. I have a very warm blanket on the girls bed, and then I dress them very warmly too. I probably overdo it, because I get so cold, I assume they do, too! Anyways. Now I have a daughter that gets hives when she gets too cold, and one who gets hives when she gets too hot. How crazy is that?!?!
Yesterday, before the fever hit, I managed to put this one the floor for the kids. They played with it all afternoon and evening! (not sure why all my pics flipped when I put them up,sorry) Here’s where I got the idea. It turned out to be a wonderful thing, cause once I collapsed on the couch with a fever, the kids played so nice out here, quiet and happy while i was sick in peace!
This is LIFE. This is REAL. This is where God tests us. Does a whole week (or more) off schedule throw my mood off? Does a week of just washing dishes and making mac-n-cheese and cold cereal stress me out? Does it bother me that I can’t even go to church? Do I let a tiny bit of bitterness creep in my heart, because perhaps my husband is so busy himself, that he doesn’t notice things that need done at home? Do I selfishly want to be served, rather than serving? I tell you; God has used situations like this to teach me more about my selfish heart, than any sermon or devotional. If you are serious about serving God, and walking in the light, and living a Spirit-filled life, then be open to what God wants you to learn through the hard times. The painful times. The difficulties. And trust Him. He does love you. He says so.