I live out on a cattle ranch in west central Texas and everyday is a workday. I'll take off some time to eat dinner with the extended family at my Mother-in-Law's house - mmm, pumpkin pie made from real pumpkins and real cream, not that canned junk and whipped cream made from fresh cream. At our place, Thanksgiving and Christmas have a rule - everything must be made completely from scratch - no canned or prepared foods allowed, even cranberry sauce must be homemade from real cranberries.
After dinner I will go get some work done until kickoff, then come in and watch the game in the privacy of my own living room and hope no cows get out into the road until after the game -then ya gotta get 'em out because the last thing you want is a 1200 lb. cow or a 2000 lb black bull wandering around the highway at night.
If the game ain't worth watching, I can always turn it off and go cut and split firewood or just watch the sunset from the easy chair I set up in the hay loft, now that we don't use it anymore (big round bales instead of little square bales). I sure don't miss loading them onto the wagon in the field and bringing them in and hoisting them up into the loft and stacking the winter's supply in the loft. That's real hard gritty work.
Go Cowboys!
