Last year I wrote about branding strategies in the Sandhills. Husband and I first attended my family’s branding held every year on the second Saturday of May. Be sure to reread last year’s post to familiarize yourself with the concepts and hoopla.
Please note the paragraph below is only for my beloved Mr. Gruber…
My first morning home, I breathe in deeply, feeling cool fresh sandhill’s air filling my lungs as my all my earthly worries evaporate with the morning dew. I sit down on the back step and sip Grammy’s coffee remembering how good this meadow has been to me in my life. My solace is soon interrupted by my Uncle in the kitchen muttering and cussing a frying pan.
As I enter the kitchen I am thrilled to find a culinary favorite that has a place close to my heart…
My Uncle Jeff is a favorite of mine and I am of course his favorite as well. Jeff has been a big part of my life… I could devote a separate blog to adventures with Jeff.
The next part of this post is very disappointing. I got so excited about Pigs in the Blanket I rode off into the morning and forgot my camera. I was two pastures away before I realized my mistake. I explained to my husband my error, I would have to go back to the house. I didn’t have a camera and it would be too frustrating to see all the great shots I was missing. I secretly wanted to slide back into that comfy little bed in Uncle Dan’s old room with the window cracked open to the coveted snowball bush. Husband responded by whipping Peewee in the rump with his bridle reins and sharing a belly laugh with Jeff. As Peewee lunged over a sandhill and through a blowout spooking a antelope and scaling some plum bushes I could still hear them laughing as I descended the next hill of white sand and prairie grass.
Luckily my cousin Linda emailed me some pictures, so please forget that notion of disappointment.
My Grammy and her neighbor Alta supervising the kitchen.
Little Girls with dirty knees and smiles!
This is me trying to explain to my mom that I really think I may be allergic to calf dander. (Also I don’t know if it’s my gigantic thunder thighs or if it’s the smallness of a a late calf, but the combination in this image is disturbing. I’m just sayin!)
This was taken right before I tried unsuccessfully to convince my mom to take me back to the kitchen for more pigs in the blankets. She is mean and thrives on seeing me with my now “city-girl-status” get covered in cow #&$%! (Just kidding, my mom didn’t really cuss, but it would be funny if she did!)
My Mom and Linda. Linda who saved this blog post with her awesome pictures!
This is my favorite, Peewee and Colt showing off by doing double-time catching not one, but two calves!
This photo shows my Mom asking my Uncle Dan how they could have possibly raised me to be such sissy.
This is my Uncle Dan trying to save me from my city-girl-sissy-status!
Even though my cowboy of a husband looks exhausted in this picture trust me he ain’t no city-boy-sissy.
This is the blog of Holly Bruegman. It chronicles her success and failures throughout her personal life. Holly grew up in the beautiful sandhills of Nebraska with the best family in the world. She now resides in Cheyenne, Wyoming with her husband Colt. Holly is a shoe fanatic, an amateur barrel racer and one whopper of a story teller.