Bucks and Doe and Bears, OH MY!!

Hunting season is nearly upon us again... With one MAJOR difference this year......

....... ME.

This past spring, my girlfriend and I took the hunter's safety course together because it is needed to get your pistol permit. I still haven't quite figured out why I want THAT either, but apparently, I do. Anyway, this year our woods and fields are, according to the DEC anyway, more overrun with deer than normal, so each hunting license was going to be accompanied by doe tags. Yay. So, J figured I should get a license this year since I have completely my hsc and can obtain a hunting license and then we would have two times the amount of tags to fill out. Brilliant, I tell you. I went along with it. Sure, honey, you can shoot more deer, fine with me!!! Then these well laid plans began to crumble before my very eyes today....

Everything went smoothly at Walmart... I am now IN THE SYSTEM and in possession of my very own hunting license. When we got to the truck, I proceeded to hand my license over to my husband with a sweet smile and an innocent, "have fun, honey!!" comment... I'd remain safe and sound at the homestead and do my wifely duties of cooking him a hot lunch when he goes out. That was MY plan, anyway.

He shook his head, refusing to take the papers, and said with a maniacal grin, "oh no, honey, YOU are going hunting this year, too!!"

Wait, what? I think I misunderstood. I am sure that I didn't hear right....... You want ME to go out into the woods, SIT QUIETLY - ALL day, HOLD a gun, AIM a gun, and actually shoot accurately???? At something LIVING?! There must be some mistake.

Nope, no mistake. Number one, he isn't filling all those tags by himself. Number two, they are my tags, I apparently have to fill them MYSELF. Something about some law or something. I was tricked, I tell you.... TRICKED!!!!!!!!

The Frenchman

We have a rooster that has guaranteed his space at our homestead.... Why? I just like the look of him. I think his lop-sided crown makes him look like a little Frenchman wearing a beret. He's even taking a bow - it's all very sophisticated.


















That's my take anyway.

There are others, however, who don't share the Frenchman sentiment. They say that perhaps he is..... um..... ahem..... handicapped and it isn't a French style crown, but rather a............... defect. Ahem.






















It has been said that rather than hearing "Cock-a-doodle-dooooooo" out of him, we might hear "Doodle-lada-cooooooock." What I DO know is that, Frenchman or unfortunate rooster, when he does crow, it is a short and sweet "Cock-a-doooooo." Very nice. He's a keeper.

Breath of fresh air....

The sun is shining, the sky is a deep blue with fluffy white clouds passing by.... and I actually have a free moment to breath....

Weddings are over, family has returned home, ambulance calls over for the day, and I actually slept last night!!!! J essentially shoved a sleeping pill down my throat, but I SLEPT!!!! There were no thoughts of "is this or that taken care of for the wedding?" or "what time do I have to have our crew there to transport Mrs. X?" It was just peaceful sleep curled up in my husband's arms. *sigh* Much better.

I also got to see my parents TWICE in the last week. Very nice. And I was able to spend time with friends I haven't seen in a while.... for some some it has only been TEN YEARS and for another, it has been a couple months since we've been able to just relax and catch up and talk, but that is not nearly enough girl time.