Funny stuff.

OK. So I decided to give you all a larger glimpse into my life with the Hunter.

So some background info for you. I live on Hubby's family Ranch. We live very close to the road. A road that when the house was built 100 years ago was a dirt road that occasionally had a horse come thru. This is what it looks like now.

This road is now used as a short cut between two cities. It is very busy. The windows you see are to my living room. We hear everything. Well because we have the goats. City folk who ain't never seen a goat before feel like stopping to take pictures. Right in front of the house. This causes the dogs to bark and wake up TLC. Because of course people only stop during nap time.

This was the hunters solution.

I convinced him to leave the word/s Fuck and/or Fuckin out of the sign. We also have similar signs posted on the garage and front gate. Jealous yet? Wish your hubbies were so creative with a Sharpie. Think people will get it now?

I also thought you might like to see how some cabinets got baby proofed. I remind you the Hunter is a Sheet Metal worker by trade. You know Heating and Air. Duct work

Duct tape. Lucky me. Forgive the totally grimy cabinet. It's useless to clean at this point.

Last but not least.

Know how this is a man's house?

It's horny. Ha Ha Ha. Actually they are some (I stress some) of the antlers and drop horns Jeff has found or killed over the years. Which is why he had to build this little house. To keep all his huntin stuff in.

What now?!

So the darling hunter went and got his MRI. He has a bulging disc. He was referred to the neurosurgeon. The Neurosurgeon said "lets give ya a Cortisone injection and wait two weeks, If your not feelin better we will operate". Grand. Needles to say, I got home from the Dr the other day to find The Hunter in the back yard with an air rifle shooting bats out of the eaves. (I can't make this shit up) Poor guy was supposed to leave today for Wyoming.
The Littlest Cowboy has a horrible ear infection. You can imagine how pleasant that is for me. Poor little kid. I did manage to go get a facial today. It was lovely. Jan, is my esthetician, she gave me a neck massage too. After she was done she said I had a lot of tension in my neck and shoulders. Duh, Ya think.

Whoo!

Well the Hunter went and got an MRI this week. His primary care DR. referred him to a neurosurgeon. Not good. Needles to say the 10 day pack trip in WY is off. The Hunter is PISSED!!! He is trying real hard to behave himself in the house. It's very hard for him. He is NOT GOOD at being still. I compare him to a shark. If they stop moving they drown. Also they have sharp teeth. If your going to swim with them, it's best to be in a cage. I have only had to run away from home once. He did apologize for being cranky so I came back. This injury is bad on a bunch of different levels.
1. He has to be off work
2. He can't go hunting
3. He has to be home on the couch. (My least favorite)
4. He has a hard time watching TLC because he's not really supposed to be lifting things.(although his back is great, it's his leg that is the problem)
5. I don't get to ride much because of #4
So I think I will probably not be going to the show on the 13th, total bummer. Oh well.
Mom and I are going to go to the Draft Horse Classic in a couple weeks. It's a really cool horse show and harvest festival. Lots of cool old carts and carriages and some beautiful horses.
We are also going to be trying to convince Grandpa Jesus to take us to the Snaffle bit Futurity in Reno in Oct.