Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
The sky was just starting to lighten. The deer and elk are most active at dawn and dusk. We walked about two and a half miles up the frozen road until we came to trail that led up a draw in the forest. There were several tracks and piles of poo on the trail so we knew it was used by the animals.
We climbed up the steep trail about a hundred yards and sat down to wait.
After waiting about twenty minutes, we decided to head back to the truck. It was getting too late to find anything.
We got back in the truck and began the slow drive back to the highway. Brandon had the rifle in the front seat in case we saw anything from the road. As we approached the highway, I saw a cow elk run down the side of the hill, cross the road about 50 yards in front of us and then race across a field to where two other cow elk where waiting. We couldn't shoot her. I was amazed at how large the elk was.
I realized during my first time hunting (at least for animals) that it is a lot like hiking except you wear an orange vest and carry a rifle.
We've heard that many hunters are having a hard time finding anything. The deer and elk are still mostly in the high country.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Aidan in one of his trademark "moods."
The Virgin River Gorge on I-15 in Arizona. We stopped to take photos of the spectacular scenery.
A photo of Tab holding the camera.
The new In-N-Out in Washington City, Utah was a little crowded. It was worth the wait.
We ate our hamburgers in the car.
Here's a photo of a truck-driver walking his very large rottweiler at a rest stop in southern Utah.
We made it to Pocatello, Idaho at about 9:30 Mountain Time. It was a long day in the car. We kept the children occupied so they didn't whine too much. Tab pulled out her lap-top and played Mah Jong for part of the trip. I marvelled at the GPS capability on my iPhone.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I'll post photos as we go. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
And then you get a comment on the post. Comments are a fun way to interact with your readers. I love comments.
But this is someone you don't know. This person has posted a comment under a name like, "Live Nude Ladies" (not the real name).
I'm a curious sort. I think for a moment that this is possibly somebody I know. A name like "Live Nude Ladies" is kind of funny. If they have a blog titled "Live Nude Ladies" that is nothing about live nude ladies -- that's funny. I mean, my blog isn't really about cast iron skillets.
I love funny. I love ironic.
So being a diligent blogger, I follow the trail to the blog "Live Nude Ladies." Much to my surprise, it's a blog of nude ladies. Nude ladies hiding things.
That's not really very funny. At least it's not ironic in any way.
I write a family blog. So I deleted the comment. I don't usually delete comments (I think this was the first time).
The moral of the story is: don't use the words "naked" and "cowboy" in titles of photos of your kid lest someone trolling blogs for references to porn leaves a link leading back to a pornography site.
Monday, November 10, 2008
I know I'm supposed to love my children unconditionally. But when I hear "No" for the eighteenth time...
"Get down from the couch."
"Don't swing the bat in the house."
"Leave the cat alone."
You get the picture.
We ride in the car and he asks to have the window down. He gets angry and throws his cup. And then cries for his "cuppy." When he doesn't get his way he starts to scream.
I want to punch him in the face. Sometimes.
And then tonight after the twelfth tantrum of the day, he snuggles up to me on the couch. I start to think he's a sweetheart.
But then it's time for bed. He says he doesn't want his blankets on. And then he asks for his blankets. He says he wants the door open. And then he wants it closed. And then he wants it open part of the way. He wants the light on. He wants the light off.
So I leave the door open with the light on.
I hear him playing in his crib. His imagination bringing his stuffed monkey and lion to life. He talks and talks until finally... I hear nothing.
I look in the bedroom and he's asleep, lying sideways in the crib, his blankets pushed to one side. He looks so innocent and peaceful.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Now I have to figure the thing out. It does connect with my wireless network at home which is pretty cool.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
In the last two elections I felt like my choice was between suicide by shotgun or train. This time around I feel much better about my choice.
PS. Sonic Youth flossing ROCK!!!
Monday, November 3, 2008
The "F" word has been around for a long time but didn't really enter into the lexicon in a big way until World War II. It's a word that can be used in every part of speech. It's a noun, a verb, an adjective, and an interjection. NPR couldn't say the word so they substituted "floss" for the nasty word.
I haven't been able to think about anything else since then.
"Go floss yourself ,you mother-flosser."
"Dude, you're flossed."
"Get the floss out."
"Floss the world." (for the punk dental hygienists)
..."Want to floss?" (I prefer waxed)
I will never be able to hear "floss" again without snickering. Thanks NPR.