All I want for Christmas…is a little bit more time. Santa, just wrap me up a few months of extra time. I’d spend it sharing the 6,586,254 photos I’ve taken since the last time I’ve posted. It’s been, ugh, how many months?
Since I’m married to a farmer, let’s talk weather for half a second. It’s cooling down. This is the time of year my dad gets in his recliner with the Snuggie that my sister, Bucky, gave him . He watches his team. How ’bout them Cowboys? I’m not at home anymore, but I’m just going to guess that there’s been a lot of hollering and less cheering.
Win or lose, this gal doesn’t know the differnce. On Father’s Day, Bucky surprised Daddy, and Roo’s daddy, with pics of Buckaroo in her Dallas Cowboys cheerleading outfit. She was all over the place.
It takes me back to my Jr. High and HS days. I was a cheerleader in 7th grade. All my friends were cheerleaders. I wanted to be cheerleader. I had zero skills, but I think the judges left their glasses at home the day of try-outs. It was a good experience for one year, but it wasn’t for me. In HS, I became the mascot. I loved it. I miss it today. I wonder if my Buckaroo will be a cheerleader or the mascot. WEEEELLL, if I have MY WAY….she’ll be in the band! 
Slim chance of that. Our whole family is musically challenged.
Blessings from the field-
Jamie
