A hunting we will go.....

Got back from deer camp yesterday. We left Friday about 9:30 am and got there about 1 pm after stopping for gas, ice and breakfast. Its a long haul down there but it's so pretty and peaceful.

I'm not really all that big on shooting small furries (or large furries as the case may be) but I do enjoy the yummies that result from other people shooting them. In fact if I could shoot it and skip the gutting/cleaning/storing part I would. Anyway many marshmallows and Cheddar Wurst were consumed and a good time was had by all. We even got to see Ed's oldest brother that we only see about once a year. Oh, and both of my nieces, aged 19 and 13, got their first deers this weekend. Black powder no less! In fact the 19 year old had the biggest rack, an 11 pt, though her Uncle Edward (my husband) had about 15lbs on hers(his was a 9 pt.)

We left about 11 yesterday and after running out of gas (apparently my husband's new truck has a broken gas gauge) we got home about 3. Thank goodness his brother was following us home and could tow us to the nearest gas station (15 miles away!) Now I have a few weeks to prepare for rifle season.

On a different note, finding decent things to cook at camp that will feed a bunch of hungry men is much more difficult then one would imagine. I'm open to suggestions! And yes we have a propane stove in the camper as well as a BBQ. I made chili this weekend but I'd like to do something different the next time we go down. Oh and here are some pics of the trip-


13 year old Lauren and her doe-




My adorable 2 year old terror-



19 year old Lindsay and her 11pt, 95lb buck-


My handsome men hanging out by the fire-



Ed and Remi with the 115lb, 9pt buck-

Why I do believe I feel faint

So I passed out at work. Nothing gets the attention of two dozen men faster than a woman fainting. I'm hypoglycemic and I'm usually pretty good about watching my sugar and eating on time. Today I was not so good at it. My bosses freaked out and made me go home. In fact not only did they make me go home they made my husband come and get me. *sigh* Liability is a pain in my ass.

I went to the doctor and since I was going anyway I asked him to write me a note saying it was OK for me to return to work. After a severe ass eating over my choice of breakfast foods (chocolate doughnut) he wrote me the note and told me to tell my boss that if I let it happen again he shouldn't send me home he should feed me crackers and slap the snot out of me. That the kind of medical advice you can only get from a man who's known your family for 20 years.

So that was my eventful day. Here's to a boring Wednesday!

You have GOT to be kidding me.

I've always said that if you want to feel better about your parenting, go to Wal Mart. I dislike Wal Mart. Strongly dislike. Really. Hate. Wal Mart. I find it disturbing that in one store I can buy transmission fluid, peanut butter, and a blonde wig. However when you need puff pastry at 7 pm your options are limited. So off I go.

I'm not a big shopper. I don't do nay shopping unless I need something. I'm a get in, get out kinda gal. So I bee line to the pastry and bee line for the check out line. As I'm standing there a woman (dressed to the nines) and her 4ish year old daughter get behind me. I notice this cute little girl is wearing an adorable little purple track suit and as I'm wishing my next baby is of the female variety the little girl turn to her mama. And on her butt the word FLIRT is proudly embroidered. I about choked on my gum.

This country has more than our fair share of child predators. What kind of bubble headed idiot woman with half a brain decides to put her fourfreakingyear old child on display?!? Why for the love of all that is holy would you give anyone any reason to look at your toddler's rear end? I'm 25 years old and I don't even want strange men looking at MY ass. I catch some perv checking out my four year old and he's going to get to meet Mr. Walther up close and freaking personal because I will shoot his ass.

The depths that this society has sunk to baffle me. First some name brand company has the audacity to market thong underwear to 7 year olds. Then a middle school decides to prescribe birth control pills to 11-13 year old. Now toddlers are wearing suggestive phrases on their posterior.

Where are the parents? That little girl certainly didn't purchase that outfit herself. You'd be hard pressed to convince me her grandmother bought it. If I tried to dress my child that way my husband would set me straight in a heart beat. What was that woman thinking? Or was she thinking at all?

My son is almost three. I'm petrified to think about what kind of girls he's going be going to high school with. Hopefully by the grace of God and some good parenting he'll turn out to be a good kid. But it's going to take some seriously hard work to compete with what I'm up against.

Things they are a changin. I hope with everything I'm worth that there are more parents out there who think like my husband and I and that maybe, just maybe, we can hold off the evil forces that surround us for a few more generations.

Hodgepodge

Lord ya'll, this week has kicked my ass. I work with hundreds of men and about a dozen women and all the testoterone in that building just kills me sometimes. Yes, I am a female. Yes, I'm out working your ass. That doesn't make me a suck up, it makes you lazy. Asshole.

Second, I'm starting a new blog. I'll be having my IUD removed tuesday and we'll be on our way to gettin me knocked up. However I more to talk about than my uterus so I'm not going to make this blog about that. Add me to your Bloglines, your favorites, write the address on your forhead, whatever.

Also, I'm throwing my support, for what it's worth, behind Fred Thompson. I'd met 3 of the major candidates prior to meeting Fred and I wasn't nearly as impressed. As it is I now have a Support Fred widget to your left there. Use it would ya? I like my guns and I'd like to keep them with out having to kill anyone.

And finally my last acquisition- a Nightforce scope for my .223. It a 5.5-22x56 and it rocks. So much so my husband took my damn rifle this morning. I'll post pics tomorrow or Monday for those of you that are into that sort of thing.

It's official

We're going to have another baby! I had a Mirena IUD put in in August of '05 and I'm planning to go next month to have it removed. Now rumor has it that it doesn't take long to regain one's fertility after removal but any of you that have personal or medical knowledge are welcome to give me your input. I'm excited and after much discussion (and Hubby's 36th birthday) we decided to go ahead and get started because as we learned the first time only God knows how long it'll take to actually get the bun in the oven. And as hubby pointed out, making the peanut is half the fun. Wish us luck!

Ten things I've done that you probably haven't

A meme courtesy of a very funny lady Beej (of the boob brigade)

1- Nursed a 33 month old. This is the single most controversial thing I've done lately and it's the dumbest argument I've ever had. I'm not asking *you* to nurse him, so back off.

2- Shot a 43 second round in an IPSC competition. Three stages, 36 pieces of steel. I rock for an amature.

3- Ended up with my both feet and half my ass hanging out the window of a Jeep, with the gear shift lodged rather firmly in my eye socket, realizing that although I came with in inches of certain death my lovely BIL still had his Budweiser bottle clamped firmly between his teeth. And hadn't spilled a drop.

4- Loaded 1200 boxes in 3 hours. And enjoyed it. Working your way up at your friendly brown parcel service makes you feel accomplished.

5- Managed to sufficiently embarrass my self with aluminum foil. When I was 12 I was nursing my first curling iron burn and had recalled at some point hearing that you could apply foil as a remedy. What no one told me was that FOIL is the actual brand name of a burn ointment. My family will never let me live that down.

6- Memorized the entire "Who's on first base" routine made famous by Abbott and Costello. My dad and I have it perfected and it makes a wonderful party trick.

7- Gone 25 years without ever having mowed a lawn. I grew up on 20 acres with a father who's motto is "Anything worth doing is worth having hired done."

8- I sport (rather proudly) a burn scar in the perfect shape of a .45 shell casing. Right between my boobs.

9- Received my first set of stitches from construction equipment. How you ask? I fell on a bulldozer. I was at a friends house and and to pee something awful. Instead of traipsing my happy ass from his shop down to the house I decide to relieve myself out of sight by walking around the corner. In pitch darkness. I tripped and hit my knew on the bulldozer blade. 8 stitches and a tetanus shot later I still haven't learned my lesson. As was evident by the poison ivy rash on my bum this summer.

10- Survived ovarian cancer. Twice.

How in the hell....

Can you discover something when someone else is already livng there? That would be like me "discovering" my neighbor's front porch. In any case today is the day we're to celebrate the world's most famous slave trader.

Here's to Columbus....asshole

My meme

I hijacked AD's meme....


WHAT ARE YOUR NAMES?


1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)
Niki Rendezvous- I'm see 80's ballad type album cover here



2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Orange Snickerdoodle- With a gangsta name like that I'd be somebody's bitch in 5 minutes



3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
LBla- this isn't funny. In fact it makes no sense whatsoever


4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Sky Tiger- paint me in black and white and hand me a cigarette holder



5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Rhea-Ann Shawnee- Oh I'm so the mean bitch who keeps stealing your man. After all, you gotta love to hate someone on those damn shows right?


6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Blali- Heh, does that make me Jar Jar Binks girlfriend?



7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
Pink Tecate- Lord those Mexican beer makers just had a heart attack



8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Jack James- Nascar. New Whiskey. It's multifunctional



9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Vera Rocher- I believe they call us high priced strippers "call girls" thankyouverymuch



10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )
Lynn Lee- dude, I so don't look Asian. I'd be busted in a minute


11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Sherrod San Antonio- You know that news show where they strip as they go along? Yeah...


12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Summer Lily- spy. Undercover hooker. Whatever.


13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + "ie" or "y")
Grape Pantie- Hey if my cartoon doesn't fly Christie's Toy Box can market a new flavor of drawers



14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Pop Tart Peach- I wouldn't be opposed to a peach Pop Tart, sounds yummy


15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)
The Target Shooting Tornado Tour- Heh, that's an Oklahoma band for ya

At what point....

Does a lack of sleep start to kill brain cells? I love my job. I do. But getting up at 2:45 am to be at work by 4 and then not getting to bed until 9 is killing me. So I took a nap. And now I feel lazy. *sigh* I must keep telling my self that it's OK if the laundry doesn't get done rightthisinstant.

This also happens to be the Week Of Birthdays! Joy. Nanny and (Great) Aunt Pearl were 79 yesterday. Fraternal twins names Addy Muriel and Abby Pearl. Yeah they weren't thrilled either. I went to get nanny's birthday present yesterday and was so focused on seeing he this Saturday that I forgot to call her on her *actual* birthday. How stupid am I?

FIL's 65th birthday is Thursday. He isn't taking it well. In fact he's taking it exactly the opposite of well. He and his wife hate each other and don't understand that being married 37 years but sleeping in different bedrooms for the last 25 so you don't kill each other does NOT constitute a "successful" marriage. I hope to hell we don't have to have a family dinner. Between MIL and LazySIL (My own personal HandoutQueen)and her 4 whiny kids I'll do good not to kill someone.

Sunday is hubby's 36th birthday and also my (Great) Aunt Esther's birthday. Everyone is in town for the yearly family reunion (is that a southern thing? I never hear about anyone else having them) on Saturday so I got the two aunts photo albums and a cards and I got the SuperGrandma a picture frame with a verse from Philippians's on it and a place to record your voice. I'm going to put a pic of her and Remington in it and have him record "I love you Nanny!" I got Ed a card but I'm never sure what to get him for his birthday. He says nothing and the things he does want I certainly can't afford with my paycheck. *sigh* I'm sure I'll think of something.

The only downside to the reunion is that it's scheduled on OU/Texas weekend. Blasphemy!