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Faith Family & Beef

by Terryn Drieling

He Brings Me Dr. Pepper

He brings me Dr. Pepper in a bottle, not in the can or from the fountain. Not because he has to or because I’ve asked him to. He does it because he knows it’s my favorite and because I’m his favorite. He oils my boots so my feet stay warm and dry instead of soaked and cold. He takes note of a ... READ the POST

He brings me Dr. Pepper in a bottle, not in the can or from the fountain. Not because he has to or because I’ve asked him to. He does it because he knows it’s my favorite and because I’m his favorite.

It’s Hard to See from the Trenches

When you’re in the throes of motherhood and you can’t see an end in sight, sometimes you feel as though you’ll never make it out of the trenches with a shred of sanity. You’re pretty sure you’ll be changing diapers, waking up at all hours of the night, and cooking food your kids won’t eat for the ... READ the POST

When you’re in the throes of motherhood and you can’t see an end in sight, sometimes you feel as though you’ll never make it out of the trenches with a shred of sanity.

Welcome to the Vlog

Last month (August 2019), I had a crazy idea to start a YouTube channel. Well, not start it because technically I'd already done that a while back, but start actually using the channel. As in, I'd start creating fresh videos and adding them to the channel. I'd start a vlog. So, I talked it over ... READ the POST

Last month (August 2019), I had a crazy idea to start a YouTube channel. Well, not start it because technically I'd already done that a while back, but start actually using the channel. As in, I'd start creating fresh videos and adding them to the channel. I'd start a vlog.

The One with the Generator + the Cake

Remember in the one with all the introductions when I said this channel wasn't fancy and there was going to be some randomness? Welp... this week's vlog is definitely random. Along with all our usual shenanigans, we pick up steak rub, start a generator, move cows (again), make a trip to ... READ the POST

Along with all our usual shenanigans, we pick up steak rub, start a generator, move cows (again), make a trip to town, drink some coffee, unload the feed we picked up in town, and cake the cows.

Tripp’s Birth Story

Since I’ve been on a birth story kick, because it’s his birth week, and because who doesn’t love a good birth story, I’m sharing the story of the one that started it all – our son Tripp. It was 4 a.m. and there I laid having contractions, which was really nothing new. I’d been having noticeable ... READ the POST

Since I’ve been on a birth story kick, because it’s his birth week, and because who doesn’t love a good birth story, I’m sharing the story of the one that started it all – our son Tripp.

Ten’s Birth Story

Four score and seven years ago… Okay, it hasn’t been four score and seven. I mean, some days it feels like 87 years, but it’s just been seven years since our middle daughter made her appearance. And I thought what better time than now to share her birth story with the world because who doesn’t ... READ the POST