Celebrating A Brand New Baby At The Ranch Pen


Kevman and Tater

I have been away from the Ranch Pen at Son #3’s house awaiting the arrival of grandson #5 who finally made his appearance. The new little man got a fine old Irish name meaning “man of prayer”, but we’ll call him Tater–as his other grandpa dubbed him–on the blog. He is as sweet as sugar pie and we love him to pieces. And we are ever so thankful to a loving God who knows us and forms us to His design in our mothers’ wombs.

As soon as life calms down a little we’ll delve into life in small town Oklahoma, an E coli outbreak, wild dog packs, and an important question from a grandson: “Can naked people jump on trampolines?”, but right now I’m real busy doing my Nana thing, so I’ll see y’all when I can.

Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy David Wesley singing Wonderful Merciful Savior.


*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just love his music



Spring Break At The Ranch Pen

This week is spring break for many of the kids in Oklahoma, so Gramps and I have some of the grandkids at our house. I thought about writing a brilliant post, but I’m a little distracted. If I wrote about what goes on in a day during spring break at the home place, it’d be stuff like this that nobody would want to read:

Hey! What’d you do with your pants? You can’t walk around the house in no pants, buster.

What do y’all want for a snack? No, you can’t have hot dogs. Have some grapes. Stop throwing the grape stems on the floor.

No, you can’t watch that. Watch Prince of Egypt again. Wipe that ugly look off your face, young man.

Y’all get your boots on, you’re going with Gramps to feed the cows. Gramps, wait, they’re going with you. Don’t you dare leave without these boys.

Go outside. I don’t care if it’s cold. Find a spot of sun to stand in. What are you doing back in here? No, you don’t need to potty. Go! Don’t come back in until I tell you.

Okay, pick the mushrooms off your pizza. And the pineapple. Okay and the onions. All right, don’t eat the crust. Do y’all know I used to warm up your dads’ britches for these types of things?

Where are your boots, young man? How did your socks get wet? Why are you walking around the barn in your socks? No, you’re not either working. You don’t work in the barn with no boots.

Honey, (to the granddaughter) pull up your hood. The wind is cold.

I’m glad y’all are here, too. I love you more than you’ll ever know…

That’s pretty much how it goes at Guantanamo Nana’s during spring break, so I’ll just share this super cool video from the folks at farmon.com about the people around the world who produce our food.

Until next time, God bless all y’all and if you get a chance, pass on the video and check out the FarmOn website. It’s a great place for anyone interested in food production and family farms.