Posts tagged Life in Oklahoma
Immediate Care Center for Calves

After speaking about personal branding through social media in a few classes at Oklahoma State last week, I swung by my parent's house. In college I found it incredibly annoying my hometown was only 10 miles from campus. Now, I find it amazingly convenient. Tailgate, enjoy a game and not worry about a place to crash? That's clearly a win. Well, unless you don't live in Oklahoma anymore.

Lucky II

Anyway. When I arrived at home, my little sister looked at me with her baby blue eyes and said, "will you feed the bottle calf?" Nope.

It was cold outside!

I responded, "If you get my Carharts out of my car (Yes, they're always in my car) I will." Little sister set a personal record. House - Car - House in .009 seconds.

WInter is rough, man.

Poor little guy was all Bambi and the frozen pond scene. Little Sister calls him Lucky II.


When we were little we had Lucky. He was born in a really bad storm, got stuck in the mud and broke his leg. So, we raised him .... like a dog. Sort of. Every now and then he would get out of his pen and we'd find him lounging in the yard with the dogs.

Thankfully, we lived on rural route three out past where the black top ends. Kix and Ronnie have nothing on my childhood.

If you keep your eye on the news you know we've had some fun weather in Oklahoma this week. Although it skipped Oklahoma City, a lot of the state had some serious weather drama.

Today, my dad posted this on Facebook:

Immediate care center at Clay Ranch. Thankful for the moisture, but mother nature was hard on the little guys. Lost 3 to sleet and snow. Maybe these will pull through with a little TLC.


They look so cozy in the horse barn! And, hungry. And, cold.

That's it. I'm going home. I'm going to name them and give them kisses. At least one of them will forever be known as Oliver.

Chaperone like a Champion.

Per the obligations of a social media manager, I'm required to work every five or six weekends and manage a few pages. This means a few things. First, I need to access high-speed internet at regular intervals and I must be wearing my customer service happy pants. It's quite the deal, really. This weekend I decided I could work just as efficiently from Stacy's couch as I could my own and made my way to eastern Oklahoma to see Stacy's [and her husband's] new house. Stacy's husband, Cody, and I go way back to my early days as a freshman on Oklahoma State's campus.

Cody is molding minds as an agricultural instructor and FFA adviser, which translated to me serving as a chaperone at the FFA bonfire.

Yes, this is just as funny to me as it is to you.

As we stood around a bonfire observing high school students discussing their respective drama-filled lives, boys listening to red dirt music and girls wearing their camo - I had a single thought, "am I old enough to be a chaperone?"

Obviously, the answer is yes. I mean, I have a Master's degree for crying out loud. It's just that with all the changes that come with growing up I still feel very much like a young adult most of the time.

Maybe that's the point? Life is all about finding the balance between personal and professional and embracing the joys of life - as random as they appear.

Chaperoning like champions.

Urban problems.

I was pulled over this week because my brake light was out. Thankfully, I was disgustingly sweaty and gross from trying my hand at Crossfit when the Oklahoma weather was dancing a little jig in the 112 - 113 degree range, which I'm pretty sure was a direct result in Mr. Police Officer kindly let me off with a warning. Read as: Urban problems. I chose to work out in this record breaking heat.

Here's the thing. Thanks to that time I had a blow out on a dirt road and called my dad for help, I know how to change a flat tire. No, he didn't change the tire - he simply brought a pair of boots and bib overalls and waved as he drove away. I guess it could have been worse? I could have changed that tire in my church clothes in the winter temperatures....

Anyway. With that, I can't change a brake light. I've tried... and failed. So, yesterday I drove home to the farm so play that Daddy's girl card. I will never outgrow this card, ever.

Read as: Transition back to my rural life where my urban problems seem a little smaller.

The Oklahoma sky knows how to melt my heart, it's true. Here, where the wind sweeps across the plains like it's defending an Olympic Medal, the sky seems larger. Sure, it's probably the lack of trees; but it's beautiful nonetheless.

This is the road to home.

The home where I spent many summer nights on the porch watching the fireflies and lightning dance across the sky. Last night, instead of smelling the sweet scent of rain, my heart broke as I was overwhelmed with the smells of Oklahoma burning.

Living an urban life it's easy to get caught up in how our yard just isn't quite as green as it should be, how it takes so much water to keep our flowers aesthetically pleasing, and how unfair it is to be on water rationing. It's not just something to whine about anymore. Cattle being sold because there's not enough forage in the pastures or back stock of hay and people are losing their homes.

Carry your umbrella. Wear your rain boots. Listen to songs about rain.

I'm praying for rain, and I hope maybe you are, too.

Carrying an Umbrella.

A few summers ago I heard a sermon that has stuck with me, often resurfacing when I need it most.

“If you’re going to pray for rain, carry an umbrella.”

Such a simple concept: pray for rain, expect rain. Have so much faith that when it happens you don’t ask “can you believe this?” you simply say, “thank you.”

Sure, this can be taken in so many directions, but for today, let's keep it literal.

You should know I carry an umbrella in my car and have rain boots by my desk at all times. I’m praying for rain for our crops and livestock. The skies may be hazy with dust from the western part of our state, but I’m praying, umbrella in hand.


It's my duty, to wear Pantone 166.

Two degrees + one Tiara = a firm obligation to incorporate Pantone 166 (the official orange of Oklahoma State) into every wardrobe choice during the month of October. I'll try to tone down my orange-ness during weekdays, but on weekends - my gameday clothing takes on a mind of its own.

Why? Homecoming, a kick-a football team, and I just happen to love the color.

I picked these sunglasses up at Like a Rhinestone Cowgirl .  Obviously, I only got to wear them for the first half of the Okstate vs. KU game. I thankfully stored them in my orange J. Simpson purse to welcome the rain.

{notice that chickenpox scare - I'm a pre-chicken pox vaccine kid and proud of it.}

Although I've never signed a 9 month lease agreement with a tiny human, I'm still a fan of their gameday fashion. Football tights? Obviously a great decision.

And, of course I didn't really know this kid. She happened to be at the tailgate - and I asked her boss {the mom} for permission, naturally.

I usually make fun of all jersey-wearers, which is probably why I didn't buy this jersey this past Saturday. But - I think I need it. I'm coveting this Blackmon jersey like nobody's business.

I want it so bad I'm having a hard time formulating sentences that will truly encompass my desire to wear this jersey during the Baylor game. {or Kansas, or Bedlam}

I'll keep you posted on if I can hold out on this purchase - it might be a tough battle.

(I've made a Pantone 166 board on pinterest if you're interested.)

New adventures

In one week my life has completely changed. Not in a depressing-post-secret-app way, but in a my blessings are expanding by the second and my chipmunk cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling too much I'm a travel blogger.

Really. Hold on, I need to say it again, I'm a travel blogger.

I've been to Nicaragua, Argentina, Scotland, England, France - and now I get to explore my own home state as a job. Really, Oklahoma has some amazing adventures and it needs to start preparing itself for me.

Is it is a job if it's so much fun?

(also - I'm writing this from my new iPad - for someone who considers herself quite "techy" this wordpress isn't quite cutting it.)

I can't wait until the blog goes live so I cam share it with you!


Look! It's my 'official' pic!

Employer: none. {For today.}

Today, I’m unemployed. Technically. For the first time in since I was 15, for an entire work day, I cannot list an employer.

Yesterday I had a job, Tuesday I will start a new one – but today, this weekend – I’m nothing by a lay-by-the pool, wear my orange to Stillwater, unemployed citizen.

It’s wonderful.

How I got my start in the earning-a-paycheck-world. I got my first job when my friend Mykie asked if I would cover her shift at our hometown diner. My dad dropped me off and I learned to take orders and make nice with the coffee crowd. When my boss made an appearance, I introduced myself and told him I was the “new girl.”

Only in a small town can you skip the application, interview and meeting your boss before you tackle the lunch crowd.

This is where I first learned to juggle life obligations.

School. Basketball practice. Homework. Caring for livestock. That boy who drove the orange muscle car.

So excuse me if I lay by the pool and soak up a few cancer rays before I tackle the land of glitter, tailgating and magic.

Today, I’m going to lay here and rationalize which of the 48 uni combinations my Cowboys will be wearing tomorrow.

Christmas [Rain] Music.

If there's one constant in life it's that Christmas music begins a little sooner than the previous year. By the time Christmas rolls around - we've heard so many versions of Silent Night it begins to take over out subconscious. I think there's a way we can take this idea and turn into something useful.

What about rain songs? I've been "rain dancing" for days now and it's just not cutting it. It's time to dust off those playlists, readers and creepers, let's get to makin' in rain.

Here's a few of my favorites if you need a little help making your playlist:






Thanks for playing. Oklahoma Farmer's and Ranchers appreciate it. Oh, and us little urban flower gardeners, too.

Welcome to Oklahoma

My aunt is visiting in a few weeks and I’m determined to plan a weekend that will forever dismiss her preconceived thoughts of a landlocked abyss. Although I'm an Oklahoman with roots stretching miles into the red dirt, my childhood memories occasionally linger to thoughts of playing in the rich top soil of the Indiana earth. I can relate. Pre-transplant I didn't have a clue what Oklahoma was - or who was there (here.)

In fifth grade, mere days from a 700 mile road trip to a home settled at the end of a dirt road, my class devoted an entire week to Oklahoma. Each student was given a topic and I was immersed in to the Oklahoma culture in a fast-paced fifth grader’s cliffs notes.

State Bird: Scissor-tailed flycatcher State Rock: Rose Rock State folk Dance: Square Dance State Flower: Indian Blanket

With the essentials in hand, we moved to Oklahoma where I drove (road shotgun) on my first dirt road. {It should be shared my teacher told me to watch out for cacti and copperheads - thanks, teacher, for the nightmares of moving to the desert...}

Yes, you read that correctly. I didn’t have a clue dirt roads existed. I lived in the country, road for hours in a combine, and used corn husks as grenades during fierce games of cops and robbers – but, I’d never seen a dirt road.

It’s incredible how in a relatively short amount of time I can not only call Oklahoma home but have a need to show others that there is more than dirt roads and wranglers. So let the planning begin! [I need your input]

Day 1 to-do list:

Head out of town on Route 66 stopping at Pops. A relatively new establishment is encompasses the attitude of many Oklahomans. Good people, good food, good time.

[Photo Source]

With hundreds of Soda Pop choices {is it coke, soda, or soda pop??} we might be here for hours...

Then we'll go north on 177 to a little town called Perkins - home of Pistol Pete and Brooke Clay!

Next stop, Stillwater. My aunt has been to Stillwater a few times; however, both revolved around a cap and gown, which didn't leave to much exploring. Although campus is beautiful, there is more to this one horse town than orange fountains. If I have it my way we'll eat cheese fries at Joes, buy a new pair of shoes at the Shoe Bank and take a gander at the new red dirt talent.

On our loop back to Oklahoma City, it's a necessity to make a stop in one of Oklahoma's most charming towns. Guthrie, Oklahoma's first capitol, intertwines small town romance with big city dreams. A pleathera of boutiques and tourist stops is sure to win over my aunt's Hoosier heart.

That's my rough-draft of day 1. What do you think? Anywhere else we should stop on the loop?

Talented Kittens.

A few weeks ago I blogged about laying on the ground taking pictures of the kittens at the farm and finding a Copperhead. I didn't learn my lesson - but, I didn't find another copperhead either.

I'm not really a cat fan; but, I just can resist taking pictures of these kittens.

They're just so ornery.

I'm sure one of the four will grow up to be a good mouser and get to live his/her days as a barn cat.

As for the other three, they're going to need a good home. Please understand if they can capture the attention of my big-little brother - they must be pretty exceptional. (If you live in the Perkins area - first, score for you reading my blog! and, second, want a kitten?)

Yes, they can do pull-ups. Half the population can't do a pull-up and this kitten has is mastered.

They have good genes, too.

-------- Don't forget the Social Media Lemonade Stand is still open for business! Selling Lemonade to earn my travel/registration for AgChat Agvocacy 2.0.

I just finnished @Raburgin's  NEW blog An Okie's Positive Life. She's just getting started in the blogging world - but I think she's going to have great things to say in the future!

Curious Calves

On the weekends, I'll usually leave the Big City for a night and visit my family at the farm. Although I was there for less than 12 hours, I made it a point to get out of bed and check the cows. My show heifers (now cows) are now mixed in with the rest of the herd, so it's always fun for me to play Where's Waldo trying to spot them in the crowd of all black.

Without fail, a few curious calves take a few timid steps my direction wondering why I'm in my pajamas and boots - in their pasture. {at least, that's what I would be thinking if I were them.}

This is one of the calves that will be weaned from his mama the first of September and will be put on wheat pasture the middle of October (if we get any rain.)

They'll graze on wheat during the winter months until they reach 800 -900 pounds (Usually around June) Then, a few good heifers will be kept back for the breeding program and the rest will be sold.

Weather dictates the schedule, if it doesn't rain these calves will be weaned a little earlier.

One of the most important lessons I learned as a child is that our animals deserve our respect. Before eating breakfast, our first obligation was to feed/water our animals. This may be why if you drive past our farm early in the morning you'll see my sister in her pajamas and boots before getting ready for school.

To me, there's nothing more beautiful than a few black calves on a green pasture with a blue sky as a backdrop  - or, well, a 50 percent off shoe sale. Just being honest.

Snakes live in the country?!

I'm borderline obsessed with pictures. Someday, I'd like to consider myself a photographer, but until then I'll tote a "big girl" camera with me where ever I can.

At the farm this weekend, I took the usual tour of the place looking for anything that could suffice as a subject. Often, you'll find me on the ground trying to get a good angle.

For example, I'm literally laying on the ground to get this picture of these kittens. (Aunt C - this one is for you. Seriously. I'm sending one back to Indiana for you!)

This is trigger. He's my main squeeze. So obviously after giving him a few lovin's my rural gone urban butt was on the ground trying to take a good pic.

Out of the corner of my eye - I saw something strange.

It was a million feet long and slithering only inches away from me. To be fair, only a few feet long.

This living-to-close-to-Starbucks girl moved faster than a 16-year-old boy on prom night.

And. I ran.

Straight to my little brother.

"You saw a snake didn't you?"

Yep. Now. Go get it.

For all those moms who think it's cool to have a larger-than-necessary flower garden in the country, please don't cringe - my brother is stomping all of the "good" flowers.

Just as the shutter closed on this picture - that little booger of a snake came right at me! So, in all my glory - I ran, again.

Good news, he caught him. This beastly little copperhead.

Urban? Never heard of a copperhead? Google it. It's not a farm-friendly snake. Had it been a bull snake by little brother would have relocated it to the pasture.

I've since retreated to my urban casa where I've worked on a safer hobby: furniture.