Monday, January 26, 2009

More wedding photos











Back to the blog


Finally, I have made it through the whole wedding experience, the honeymoon, and am settling in to life on the frontier.

I apologize to my dear, loyal friends and family who keep coming back month after month looking for wedding photos, recipes and news of my life as a married woman.

Do I have tales to tell, and household hints to share.... but first, let me post some wedding photos to soothe your soul. And yes, I am GREATLY dissappointed in the quality of the photos. But we will get over this in the next hundred years or so. Some photos were taken by my dear friend, Lynette. and these aren't so over exposed. If anyone has wedding photos, I would love to have copies.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

THE COUNTDOWN BEGINS!

It's just 11 days until the wedding! The countdown begins tomorrow, as I become gainfully unemployed.

I won't be able to post for a while until we get through the wedding and honeymoon (WOO-HOO!!) and we get a chance to shop for a new computer and internet service that reaches to the wilds of civilization.

Please check back in late October or Early November for wedding photos and the REAL adventures of the Pioneer Bride as she begins life in her covered wagon with Miner '49er, 3 dogs, 2 cats, assorted cows, bulls, steers, wild animals, ferrell pigs, owls, in-laws, cousins.... and the list goes on.

Let us not forget she will be at least 40 miles from the nearest Wal-Mart!

Say a Prayer and visit in a few weeks!

Lots of love!

Pioneerbride!

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The official engagement announcement

Mr. and Mrs. Harley L. Newman of Okeene and Mr. and Mrs. Arley Rauh, Jr. of Canton are pleased to announce the engagement and upcoming wedding of their children, Lesa Kaye Newman of Pawhuska and Ronald Dean Rauh of Canton.

Lesa is a graduate of Bartlesville Sooner High School and Oklahoma State University. She currently serves as the Family and Consumer Science Educator for Osage County OSU Extension. Previous adventures have included working as a home economist for Taste of Home Cooking Schools of Greendale, Wisconsin and teaching and working in Juneau, Alaska. She is the granddaughter of the late Roy and Claudine Marrs of Nowata; and the late Eugene and Goldie Newman of Okeene.

Ronald is a graduate of Canton High School. He attended Southern Nazarene University in Bethany. He has been employed with United States Gypsum for over 28 years. He also farms with his father. His adventures have included rodeo bronc riding, 4-wheeling, hunting, and rappelling He is the grandson of the late James and Lilly Leslie of Fairview and the late Jacob and Katie Jantzen of Canton.

The couple is planning an October 11th wedding at the Fairview Church of the Nazarene. Following a honeymoon to New Mexico and Arizona, the couple will make their home on Ronald’s farm west of Canton.

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's 23 days until the big event. No stress, no worries, it is well with my soul. One week and 3 days of work left to complete. It is time for the "To Do" lists to be written, items to be checked off, and final shopping to be done. Am I panicking? No. Am I harried, not in the least.

That's because all of the stress has already occurred. That is why I haven't blogged in 3 months. I've been a little preoccupied. What would consume 3 months of my life?
Let me count the ways....
  1. 4-H camp cook for a week
  2. Surgery, then a second surgery which was delayed for a month
  3. Surgery delayed due to diabetes.. probably caused by wedding stress
  4. Rescheduling calendars for a 4 county area to accommodate delay in surgery
  5. Listing a home for sale, and keeping said home show ready
  6. Packing up as many items as possible before surgery, but not too many so as to keep home looking nice for potential buyers
  7. Recuperating for 5 weeks after surgery
  8. Emergency room visit when incision bursts open
  9. Selling home and all the paperwork that implies
  10. Addressing 250 plus wedding invitations
  11. Getting fiance' to provide names and addresses to his portion of the invitations
  12. Scouting trips to Sam's Club, Garden Ridge and Hobby Lobby for wedding supplies
  13. Multiple trips to above mentioned stores to purchase wedding supplies (please note that these stores range in distance from 45 minutes to 1-1/2 hours away from home base)
  14. Doctors visits
  15. Packing up (okay, others did all the lifting and carrying) house and moving all household goods to parents' garages over 2-1/2 weeks
  16. Summer heat
  17. Trying to determine which clothes not to pack away to wear to work for a month while living in a camper.
  18. Going back to work the week of the county fair
  19. Foolishly working 14 hours the first day back at work
  20. Crashing and burning the second day back at work
  21. Finding knee high pantyhose floating in the camper bathtub (which was being used as a dirty clothes basket and storage for luggage at the time) when the gray water decides to back up into said tub
  22. Cleaning up the aftermath which smelled like rotten eggs
  23. Spending two weeks in a 5th wheel with a 52 pound dog that sheds like five dogs
  24. Stressing over pew bows (don't ask!)
  25. Learning that the cake lady's colon exploded and she may not be able to do the wedding cake
  26. Coming up with a backup plan for wedding cake
  27. Changing from a groom's cake to cookie bar so that Mother of the Bride and Bride can bake and decorate the wedding cake if needed
  28. Selecting a dozen salad recipes to feed 300
  29. Discussing the food safety issuesof devilled eggs
  30. Convincing groom to finally take engagement photos
  31. Getting ready during the 100% humidity from hurricane Ike's outer bands with no airconditioning whatsoever
  32. Having dog pee from nervousness during photo shoot
  33. Fiance' with migraine during photo shoot
  34. Pre-marital counseling with pastor
  35. Writing and teaching 4 demonstration-style leader lessons with powerpoint and handouts
  36. Wondering where I will live when my parents take the 5th wheel away to go camping
  37. Planning the honeymoon since fiance' is too busy
  38. Helping make 22 boutenieres, 28 corsages, and 6 bouquets
  39. Visiting with the tux shop to make sure everything is ordered and groomsmen don't end up with powdered blue tuxes with ruffled banana yellow shirts.
  40. Do I really need to add any more to this list? I could find at least one thing for each day, but seriously.... I've got a wedding to plan and a job to finish, and >>>
So, anyway, other than doing my nails and tanning at the salon, I haven't done much these past 3 months. I will try to keep up as the days approach the wedding.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Wheat Harvesting: It's harder than it looks


Some days I just hate Martha Stewart. Not that I know her personally,mind you. But since we are in the same profession, I feel that I can express professional criticisms that reflect the ideals and integrity of our chosen calling.

One complaint would be the manner in which she measures flour. If you will watch, she always dips her measuring cup directly into her flour canister and levels it off. This manner of measurement will result in too much flour, as it becomes packed into the cup. The correct form is to stir the flour in the canister with a spoon, then spoon the flour into the cup, then level. If the recipe calls for 1 cup sifted flour, the flour should be sifted into the measuring cup. If the recipe calls for say, 1 cup flour, sifted. The flour should be measured first by the spoon method, then sifted.
Anyway,............It just puts pepper in my grits when she does that. Even her own staff on Everyday Food knows better than to do this. She also whacks her spatula on the sides of bowls, which is very noisy and picks up in the mic. Bad form, Martha!

But the real reason for this post comes down to yesterday's foray into cutting wheat. I come from a long line of wheat cutters. Custom cutters to be exact. My dad and grandpa and other assorted relatives have cut wheat from Texas to Manitoba. My great-great grandmother made the land run to start a wheat farm by herself with her sons. The legacy is similar for my intended and most of the local folks who will be attending the wedding. It's the way we roll.

So as I perused Ms. Stewart's wedding website, I saw the most delightfully perfect centerpiece idea. Sheaves of perfectly placed wheat, tied with a beautiful satin bow. AHA! The queen of craftiness has finally connected with the heartland. This is much better than used cowboy boots stuffed with silk flowers! We can do this! And besides, the WHEAT WILL BE FREE AND PLENTIFUL!

So, I get permission to cut wheat from my fiance's family wheat field. This field is ideally located just north of his uncle's home, which was his grandparent's home where he spent many a happy day as a child. His dad came to live there as a boy when his mother remarried after his father died from a bad visit to a dentist. This is special wheat. It represents heritage and blessings. Romance at its finest.

So after Sunday dinner, I don boots,jeans and western shirt and head to the field with pruners in gloved hand. I bend over and begin to snip, and snip, and snip... did I mention that it was about 90-some degrees with high humidity? So I snip and drip and itch... and swear under my breath that Martha Stewart is a w---h!

Did she go out into a sun-baked field to cut wheat to make her darling centerpieces? I doubt it! Did she gather enough wheat to make 30 of said centerpieces? I think not! Has she ever had ants and chiggers crawling up her pant legs? Have her shoulders begun to spasm from sniping straw? Even if they did, she probably had her masseuse on speed-dial to work out the kinks.

As I snipped away, a bright light shone through a dust cloud coming toward me from the east. I raised up and placed a gloved hand against my brow to shade my eyes. Could it be? Oh, my yes! It was my cowboy in a shining pickup coming to rescue his damsel in distress!

His long lanky form eased from his truck, grinned behind his sunglasses (probably laughing inside at my flustered, dishevelled, itchy self) and drawled, "Could you use some help, Ma'am?" MY HERO! My SWEETHEART! MY MAN!

He pried the pruners from my aching hand and bent to the task with skill and agility. As we worked together, we discussed how times had changed since our ancestors first turned sod some 125 years before. He thanked God for threshers and all the implements that followed. I marveled at the time and effort it would have taken just to harvest that one field, and how it's yield could have provided for a large family for a year. Now his uncle cuts over 1000 acres with an air-conditioned combine with a 30-foot header. No scythe or winnowing fork. No bringing in the sheaves.
It reminded us of one of our favorite love stories "Ruth and Boaz" in the Old Testament. She was sent to glean the fields for the stray grain that the harvesters left behind. Desperate to provide sustenance for her mother-in-law and herself, she bent and sweat long hours to gather food to fend off starvation. There she met Boaz, a man of the earth, a farmer. He took mercy upon her and together they found love, and a future... the grandparents of King David.... and on down the generations to Christ,himself.

I wonder if Ruth decorated with sheaves of grain at her wedding?