Time to get in huntin season shape...

With huntin season just around the corner its time to start getting the ole guns in shape. It seems that my bow has gotten a little harder to pull back so I think its time to get some muscles!

Yesterday I called Dad and asked him if I could come over and shoot my bow. Being the awesome Dad that he is, he was mowing the grass for me when I pulled up. What an awesome guy! Then he of course had to continue to make fun of me while I was shooting my bow. :P So I will no longer be made fun of for making faces of pain while I pull on my bow....time to hulk it up!

So starting today its time to get my arms back in huntin season shape! Wish me luck!

My Garden

This story starts about a two months ago... Mom and I went to Wal-Mart and she got us some seeds so that we could plant gardens at our home. With phone calls all during the week we would update on how our little sprouts were doing. Then they got big enough to put in the ground. We have been updating each other with our success ever since.

Every day after work I go home, change clothes and go straight to my garden. It is my stress reliever, and my relaxer. It's how I escape from the world for 20 minutes of my day, and everything seems to go back to the good ole days.

Since Cody and I are renting our current home I cant exactly till up the land and plant my plants. So instead I bought a couple of big pots and my dad made me an awesome planter. Surprisingly all of my plants are doing amazing!

I started everything from seed and have nourished them to the big vegetable producing plants they are today. Well only one of my plants have actually given me food, but they are all blooming. :]

Yesterday I went home and did my usual, but this time when I got to the garden I noticed a pea was ready to be eaten! I was so excited that I picked it right away and ran back in the house so I could take a picture of it. I was so thrilled to think that all my hard work had payed off.

So I grabbed my phone, because of course the person who I wanted to tell the most was my mom who helped me start this thing in the first place. I took 10 pictures and sent two of them to mom. Then I made the hubby eat one of the two peas that produced.

I told him he had to eat it because it was our first produce! So after him telling me "no"(15 or more times) I gave the puppy dog face and, he of course gave in and ate it! He held back this awful expression, and said "baby I think you are supposed to cook those before you eat them." I laughed and told him that me and my daddy always ate everything raw. Vegetables were lucky if they even made it in the house back then. I thank the hubby for eating that raw pea for me. :]

Hero

This goes out to someone I never give anough thanks to.

As a kid you always have that one person that in your eyes is the greatest person ever. They are called heroes. For a lot of kids it is a cartoon character. For the little boys it is spiderman who can climb walls or hulk who can lift anything. For the little girls its cinderalla with her pretty clothes or snow white with her pretty voice. For me it was someone more amazing than any of these people. My hero was smart, cool, funny, popular, fun, athletic, and always knew how to do everything. That person was my brother. The one person that no matter what my problem was he always knew how to fix it. He made growing up fun, and a lot easier. He knew when to push me to do things, and when not to. In my eyes he was the best hero anyone could ask for. Not a day goes by that I dont think about how much he has helped me through life.

So this one goes out to you cheech! Thank you for all the fun times we have had breaking mom and dads rules. To name a few that will never fade away, the river(harvery mill), bikes on the hills, fourwheelers, ramping dads truck everyday after school, the go-karts(sorry), and tons of other times. May they always stay with us, and never let them fade away. May we make even more crazy times. Never loose your personallity. No matter what people say......you will always be my hero. I love you more than you can imagine, thank you for everything. Your the best hero, and brother. Keep on keepin on!

Growing Up.....

Let me tell you getting older STINKS!!!! I used to always want to be in my twenties. I thought if you were in your twenties your were the coolest person ever. Now that I am turning twenty April 13th, I know better. You are still just as dorky as you were in 8th grade and you still dress in the same lame stlye you did when you were in 8th grade, only you put a little more spunk in it, but dont fool yourself...you look the same. But some things do change. Like you have responsibillites, and they stink! You have a full time job, college, relationship, kid(Gunner), you actually have to buy the things you want(UGH!), and your money becomes really, really important, and you have to save as much as you can. I miss being able to save just what i needed and blowing it all on what i wanted, it didnt matter if i had two dollars left, mom and dad took you everywhere. Now you cant get what you want, because you have to worry about what you need instead. Why didnt someone warn me about this getting old stuff?!!!! Oh yeah and you know how when you were younger and your coach in there twenties was like the coolest person ever. Well I think it is funny because at that point in time you think you will never be as cool as them, and never get to that age, because it seems so far away. Yeah its not, and Im there now. I am a assistant coach for a 9-10 year old girls softball team, and they think I am the coolest person ever, and you hate to break there hearts and tell them how much of a dork you are. Oh well, lets not let the little kids dreams down...Im cool for now. YAY! Anyways, for all you young readers, dont wish to be older, it will come before you know it, and you will be wishing to be young again. No more naps, and toys, and eating whatever you want. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing special about getting older, although I do like driving my truck, so maybe I will stay at the age I am now FOREVER! Mom this one goes out to you, since you are a firm beleiver in not celebrating birhtdays...they are called because I love you days. I love you Mom!

Gunner

Friday night me and mom drove to Lyons, GA. to get two black and tan hounds. It was a long drive(bout 100 miles south of Macon) but it was worth it. I have already fallen in love with my baby boy. His name is Gunner, and his brothers name is Buck(Cody's). They are so much fun to watch run through the woods and sniff around. They love to sleep, play, chew on deer legs, and eat all the time.

They turn 7 weeks on 11/18/2009 and they are bigger than my friends 5 month old beagle/walker mix. They are huge! They have the best personalities. Dad said this morning when I left at 7 he wouldnt stop barking and hawling. It is 2:15pm now and he is still having a fit, but the good thing is Dad said I will defenitley be able to hear him run a deer. I guess he must get pretty loud when he wants to.

Now I look forward to hearin ole Gunner open up on one. Can't wait till that day. He is my new kid, at least it feels like having one. They take a lot of time, but its worth it. The day I kill a deer in front of him will be one of the best days of my life. I will have felt like I won a million bucks. Gotta love them hounds!

Freak Nasty

About a month ago I was ridin in the woods and out of no where horns shot across the road. I aint never seen a deer that big in my life. It looked like a horse with a set of horns on its head that didnt quit. I got up there where it crossed and got out and looked at its tracks. Those things looked like elk tracks, not that I've ever seen any but I bet they are big.

So from that day forward I had buck fever and walked all over the place trying to figure out what this deer was feedin on and where he bedded down. Bein the pro stalker that I am, I found exactly what he was eating on. I found 4 huge white oaks that were droppin acorns left and right, and on top of that I found 3 persimmon trees. I knew I had hit the jack pot. I walked down a fire break that looked like a deer highway, and found a creek. Yep it was over for ole freak nasty.

Well the opening day I sat in the perfect spot, and just knew I would at least see him. Little did I know that I would be swinging back and forth all morning in my climber. The wind was ridiculous, and I knew a deer like that didnt get big for no reason. He was way to smart to come out in that noisy wind. So I climbed down with my hopes still high for the afternoon hunt.

So I went home and took a cat nap, grabbed some food and my all time fav drink Dr. Pepper and headed out the door. When I got down there my hopes would soon be shattered. As I was gettin pumped up listening to some Colt Ford, I noticed that some tire tracks were over the top of mine. As I got in there I seen two trucks, and my afternoon hunt was ruined. I found another spot and sat but still was pretty let down.

I went up in my road the next day just to look around to see where they were sitting, and just as I suspected they were sitting all in the wrong spot. Stupid city slickers! They werent anywhere close to where they should be and they parked there trucks like 150 yards away from there stands. IDIOTS!!! Yeah they really did me in. They had messed up what I had worked so hard for.

My hopes are still high, and I have out smarted them city slickers and got an even better place now. It's just a matter of waitin for ole freak nasty! Maybe the next time I write I will be tellin you all about me killin ole freak nasty. Until then yall keep it country!

The adventures of Dad and the Yota

So if you don't know already. I have a red 4wd Toyota pickup. It is old but I love it almost more than hunting. It is my pride and joy. I started babysitting a lot when I was 12, and all the money I made I would put in my account so that someday I could buy a car. At first I wanted an eclipse, but as times went on I started lovin the way them pickups looked. So at the age of 16 I had my own truck bought out right with my own money. I was so proud of that and still am.

Now ever since I have bought this love of mine, there has always been something to fix. It's the tires, wheels, oil leak, CV axle bushings, bearings, rear differential, idling problems, battery.....the list is never ending it seems, but I have hope for it yet. The only thing that keeps my spirits high is my dad.

My dad is always putting his spare time in it. When I start to get down in the dumps about it my dad is always there to remind me of the possibilities it holds. If it wasn't for this man I wouldn't have a running vehicle that I cherish so much. He always goes above and beyond to get my truck back on the road as soon as possible.

Although I don't know that much about trucks, I always try to help my dad even if I just sit there and ask him questions about the truck. I know I'm no help but I love watching the man I love so much work on something so complicated and whistle while he does it, like its nothing. I often wonder if he ever gets tired of me always asking him about my truck, but then I think about it, and I feel like it is a common ground that we share. I always glow when my dad gets just as excited as me when we talk about my truck.

I love how upset he will get at my truck and start asking it why it has to be so complicated. I feel like they must argue with each other while I'm gone. :) Maybe someday I will be able to teach my dad something new, since he is all the time teaching me things to help me in life. I love him and look up to him. I never want to lose him, or move to far from him(he would take it hard). :) My mom says we act a lot alike, and if that's the case I am proud. I wish all kids could look up to there parents like I do. There is nothing like having superman and superwoman as your parents. :) And as for the Toyota, I will blog more about it later. Maybe even get some pics for ya.