AT A LOSS

When I came home Friday, I discovered that it is 15 yards from the dishwasher in my kitchen (as if it would be anywhere else- sorry it's late) to my ironing board against the back wall. How did I discover this you ask? Pictures are worth a thousand words.

See somebody got a Glendale buck and since it was raining on Friday and he was home alone - well - you can just imagine. I can't show you the picture from Friday because apparently the "grouping" was not all that great. So here is the buck from today.

And here is where he missed. BUT only once. There was an explanation but I didn't really hear it. I was just in shock I think. At a loss.

Did I not tell you there was never a dull moment. NEVER!

I do love this man! I really do. I am a blessed woman. Highly entertained and blessed!

LOVE LANGUAGE

Hunter Hubs and I have never taken a class on our individual "love languages". However, I have discovered his - FASHION. Mainly mine.
Or lack thereof.
To say I ascribe to be as trendy as Big Mama would be an understatement. Fashion Fridays are one of the highlights of my week.
Apparently, it is important to HH that I dress more with the times. Mainly - not like my mother
sorry mom:()
So this weekend we went away for a little trip and planned to do some shopping.
I read Big Mama's post on Friday and took mental notes.
I spent all day Saturday watching Stacy and Clinton on TLC. I lamented that fact that even though black is slimming (YEA!) apparently I am approaching the age where it is "too harsh for my skin" (BOO!).
I prayed. Seriously, I prayed.
So when we went to the shopping palace, I had grand plans.
When I walked out I had NOTHING.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G
HH walked out with steals ($350 dollars worth of clothes bought on sale for a grand total of $63- the man is a machine)
We venture on to shopping mart #2. We hit 5 stores. NOTHING
Finally, HH decides I need a new coat so, we agree on one more fashionable and a new purse.
Here are the purchases in all their glory:
Notice the gray neutral that we selected. Much more flattering for my age (according to TLC- thanks A LOT!) I don't know how trendy these are but HH is a happier man. So if allowing him to buy me clothes shows him I love him- Love away baby! Love away:)

LINES IN THE SAND

There have always been lines drawn in the sand and you are either on one side or the other. Mustard or mayonnaise? Dr. Pepper or Coke? Spider Man or Batman? (not even mentioning Superman). Mossy Oak or Real Tree? John Deere or anybody else? Every once in a while those lines are crossed and we get moments like these:

That's right people- it is me & Mack Brown (and a very nice offensive line coach whose name has escaped me). Could not have planned this any better. I did not even know he was coming- so it was NOT staged. Just a chance to bring some peace to the world. To show that we can put aside our differences if just for a little bit. One of my absolute favorite pictures. One of my former students plays for the other school & so when Coach Brown made his way our direction, former student said go see my teacher- it will be funny. And funny it was. Coach Brown was the nicest of guys and very gracious. I will say this was an honor & a pic I will treasure.

NTH Syndrome

The months between January & September are tough for Hunter Hubs. Not only does the temp start warming up (which is bad because a lot of his job is outside)- but there is nothing to hunt. He practices his bow as much as he can, and thank goodness for the Outdoor Channel, but it is just not the same. Today,as he was watching the men children outside, it finally got to him. Nothing to Hunt syndrome kicked in. And Hunter Hubs did the only thing he could. He began hunting a mole. Sat his chair up in front of the hole and waited. Now he admitted that it would not poke its head out with the men children running wild, but what excitement if it did.

It's like the times when there is no Beth Moore study going on.

What to do with myself?

I can relate.

I am just glad there is no camo for mole hunting. Even in pink, I don' t think that would be attractive.

SPRING IS HERE

So man child 2 found some body spray from Bath & Body Works - Honeysuckle to be exact. Apparently when I say "it's body spray" it sounds to him like " bottom spray". So without too much explanation, let's say man child 2's rear end is smelling very flowery now.

QUIET RAIN

We had a little shower the other day. Man child 1 referred to is as a quiet rain. Versus the loud, thunderous ones we had been having lately. It is a nice thought - a quiet rain. So many times we have the storms, some good some bad. The good ones wash away the pollution in the air of our lives, the bad ones come like flash floods and wash away everything. But a quiet rain - a slow steady outpouring from the heavens- that nourishes us. It nourishes the ground and lets the seeds that have been planted start to grow. It's moisture soaks deep into the ground to the very roots.
Like many of you, I have had some storms lately. And I hear the rumblings of some on the way. But what I pray for now is a quiet rain of the Lord God Almighty. I need Him to nourish the very roots of my faith and the let the seeds He has planted, the whispers the Holy Spirit has spoken into my heart, start to grow. I pray a quiet rain for you as well.

HOME EC

Yeah. Never took it in high school. I was an ag girl. In retrospect, probably should have taken it at least one year, because today I tried to boil a chicken. My first. That's right peeps, never boiled a chicken in my LIFE. I can not tell you the countless calls to my mom & mom-in-law. I am sure they found it hard to believe that I am a college educated woman. As we speak the bird is boiling away on my stove. My pot is too small, so we are having to cook lid off. Lots of overflow on my stove, but he is cooking none the less. I really thought the insides where in a bag - uhm no - just in there - GROSS. Bet you wouldn't believe I took a slaughter class & palpated cattle in college - but I did. And yet a little chicken insides was YUCKY! Oh goodness - just caught that I am talking about cooking a chicken and I called you "peeps". HAHAHAHA.
I'll let you know how it goes. Hopefully - fully cooked.
have a great Monday.