PRAYERS NEEDED

Please go to my friend Jenn's blog to read this story (involves a small child and a rattlesnake) and pray.
Have a great weekend! Don't forget the LPL girls in Memphis!

BEDTIME STORIES

I have been trying all week to up the men children's bedtime in order to up mine. The twitching left eye has been a clue I needed more sleep. We now eat before 6, bath at 6:30 and aim to be in bed by 8. In that time frame is also a half-hour game of touch football/tickle fest/chase the dog and some serious flossing and fluoridating because I have paid good money for those silver teeth and I want them taken care of.
It has actually gone pretty well this week. The only kink has been MC 2 who REFUSES to sleep all through out the night.
Last night HH has to work late. I get the kids in bed and ASLEEP by 8:20. Thinking that HH will be home around 9ish and we can go to bed.
Conspirator #1 - HH is not able to get home till 11.
We go to bed and I think great I can get 6 hours of solid sleep.
Conspirator #2 - MC 1 (YES MC 1) gets up 2 hours later and can't sleep.
Really?
Really?
The one kid who always sleeps all night gets up and MC 2 is out like a log.
So, I am still a little twitchy, although it is much better.
Any tips on getting them to sleep all night would be welcome:)
Have a great weekend!
I will have some stories to tell you when I get back next week;)

BOW SEASON DAY 1

It's Christmas time at our house! Not really, but it feels like it to Hunter Hub's because bow season has started. My pocket book looks like it is Christmas, but we will leave that one alone. He did not get hunt in the morning because MC 1 had a rodeo.

Goat roping (and pretend branding)

But after a good nap, he was ready for Saturday evening. Now people may think that as HH's wife, when it is hunting season I have nothing to do. Not true my friends. Not true. When I was big and pregnant with MC 1 I was out in the field helping load up a deer in the back of the truck. I have spent many a nights helping clean up the "cleaning" mess. How many trips have I made to the meat processor to pick up said wild game? So Saturday was no different.

See this...

It is up there...

and needs to go down there....

and guess who got to help carry it?

Should have dropped it when he said

"You need to start working out",

but in all honesty, Bob would have been disappointed in my cardio.

The end result is this...

a very happy HH (who saw N-O-T-H-I-N-G!).

All in a day's work gals.

All in a day's work.

WE ARE FREE!

We have been officially unstuck for 2 days now. Here is baby brother (HH's not mine):

He is a very popular young man. Always in demand. We were lucky he graced us with his presence. (Yeah right)

Here is how bad it was. Front tire B-U-R-I-E-D!

Directions....

and we are out!
Nice huh?
Special thanks to HH for working so diligently to clean up his mess (mistake was too strong)... I mean get the trucks out. He did an awesome job!

I'M STUCK

So my phone is still lost.

My attitude is better though.
Which is good...

because this happened on Sunday -

"We" got my truck stuck up to the running boards. I say "we" to be diplomatic because by "we" I mean "HH".

However, I could not get really mad at him.

Why you ask?

This -

That is his truck buried up to the running boards. It went down first.

My attitude did not even flare up when he got sassy when I was trying to help him.

"What can I do to help?"

"Get me a round shovel." (as he is shoveling with a square shovel)

"A round shovel?" (to confirm)

HH stops. Flips the square shovel over and proceeds with this -

"Yes r-o-u-n-d. The opposite of this." (and does his best Vanna point to the tip).

Sassy.

Nothin' but.

So we will spend Monday trying to get unstuck.

And by we I mean HH and HH's baby brother.

I'D CALL 911 BUT....

Phone still MIA. I think we have now moved into a recovery mission. My attitude - according to HH - not so good. Which is probably true-ish. If this a "how do you handle this" test I probably failed. Not because of the phone as much as everything else and the phone on TOP of that. So I have no cell phone and a bad attitude. I will spend today looking for said phone again and getting my attitude lined back out.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
No I will.
I choose to do so.
I hate when my words come back to get me.
Have a great weekend. If I don't call, well you know why. And if my attitude stays bad you won't want me to anyway.

BECAUSE I HAVE ALL THIS FREE TIME

Yesterday was a busy day. MC 2 had his last trip to the dentist's office (and hopefully all of ours for a while). I was a little nervous because last time was a bit tough. Sedation does not go over well with him. Second only to fasting, which he hates. The child gets up at dawn and utters "I'm hungry...I want to watch tb". Phonics are our downfall but that is another post.
All went well and we came home and slept, both of us.
Then off to pick up MC 1 and do some ranchin'. My parents needed someone to feed their cows yesterday, and being as how I am the lone "someone" who is unemployed I was offered the gig and took it. I knew it would be late when we started because I had to wait for MC 2 to sober up. Long story short, we found a dead heifer (which MC 2 promptly touched...gross!), fed the cows, lost a mailbox key, found a mailbox key, removed dead heifer from premises, checked on newborn calf, lost cell phone, searched for said cell phone, stopped by McDonald's, and finally made it home about 8:45pm.
Tired just reading it aren't you?
Thinking you would like to stay home and rest today after all that right?
No rest for the weary my friends.
Today, Mc 2 and I will return to the pasture lands to search for the cell phone. Praying I find it quickly.
Because I am tired.
This whole not working gig is about to wear me out.
I need a nap.
* I had pictures of my little cowboys working. Yep- all on the cell phone.