Sunday pictures.

So the Hunter told me that my normal Christmas cards ( you know, the ones you buy at the feed store) suck and he wants a picture card this year. So TLC, The Hunter and I haul our butts up the hill. ( I remember why I have horses) Once on the top of the hill the dogs begin running somewhat amuck. We set up the tripod and the camera. I look at the LCD screen... great my batteries are dying. I get the dogs to sit for a minute. This is what we got. I think their kinda nice. Of course I also think I should have put on earrings, let my hair out of the ponytail and maybe taken a closer look at the shirt I was wearing. (Why do I look so frigging frumpy all the time.) Sigh... maybe they will turn out better next year.

I would also like to add I hate having a photogenic hubby. He could wake up in the middle of the night after a drinking binge and still look great. Yeah, he's also a morning person. Ick. I myself am a mid morning person. When I say mid I mean like 7:30 or 8 The Hunter wakes up at 5 or 6 even on his days off.

What a weekend.

Wow, what a weekend. Things I used to take for granted are going to birthday/baby shower/parties. Saturday The Hunter, The Littlest Cowboy (TLC) and My very own self went to our friends son's 2nd birthday. There were about 100 little kids there and they were all screaming that high pitched, too much cake and soda scream and running around the house about 1000 miles per hour. TLC was of course fascinated. This party also happened to take place at prime nap time. I have to say though I was super proud. He hardly fussed at all. He was of course over stimulated beyond limits. Did I mention he's teething again. (Yeah! My new favorite thing). His normal bedtime is at about 6:00. 7 at the latest. He didn't get to sleep till about 8:30. Today we threw my sister-in-law her baby shower. We were at the hall from 1:30 till 6:00. Again my little boy was sooooo good. I really hope this is a sign of things to come. Like being able to take him any where. (We call him a wash and wear kid) He did have a small melt down right about the time we were cleaning up... Oh Darn I had to take him home early.
A big thank you and kiss for the BEST MOM IN THE WORLD. She stayed and helped clean up so I could take (TLC) home and put him to bed.

Amazing

I am totally amazed every time I log on to the blog to check out whats going on. It is truly wonderful for me to find that there are so many women all over the country that are so similar to me. I know the Best Mom In the World is like me, but she doesn't count cuz she raised me. There are so few country type folk, espesially women, where we live. All of these women validate me, inspire me, teach me. They also make me feel like no matter where I travel there will always be kindred soul somewhere nearby. I find myself really wanting to meet them. I know they are the kind of people I could have a great time with . I would like to extend an open invitation to any of you fine ladies. If you are ever in the San Francisco Bay area, let me know and I'll buy you lunch. I bet I could get Vaquero Girl to come along also.

from hottie to house wife.

Bob has an abcess so Mom and I went to the barn yesterday (like we do everyday) and I looked down and realized what I was wearing. Ugh. I was wearing a red Barn Goddess sweatshirt, terry cloth pants, and mud boots. I don't think my hair had been washed in a day and there wasn't a trace of makeup on my dirty face. Yikes. I couldn't help but laugh. I had heard this had happened after you had kids. I just never thought it would happen to me. I have just gotten so lazy. I can't help it if I like pants with an elastic waist band. OMG! I used to actually be pretty. Tight pants, short shirts, push-up bras and sting bikinis. Just the thought of a bikini sends me into palsy. Oh well Bob still like to kiss me. I have taken the liberty of giving you comparison shots of 2 years ago and today.

I have to say I'm also a little bummbed out tonight. The hunter told me he is thinking about getting rid of the pack goats. He says that where he has decided to hunt, he doesn't need them and that they are an expensive pet. I know he is right but I really love the little boogers.

Himself Returns.(warning dead animals)

The Mighty hunter has returned! Hooray! I realized with his return that I feel bad for women who's husbands never go away. It always makes me realize just how much I love and want him. I say want instead of need because I function perfectly well without him. It is my choice to be with him. Which , I think is better then being dependant on him (even if he looks like the Wild Man from Borneo). Anyway, he has brought home a ton of meat. I think that everybody is getting elk ground for Christmas this year. Nothing says happy holiday like a little venison sausage. Don't you think.