Sighted and Saggy

No, this is not my target:

My niece sighted in her new gun.  My brother, Pig Pen and I got it for her Birthday.  I would say she did very well!

She sent the picture via text, to which I responded that it must have been her Dad's target (hehehe)!  I added that she did very well, and better than I did with my new gun and scope.

I also told her that she did better because I was older and have poorer eyesight.

She laughed at me and said "Haha, I did better than U!"

To which I responded, "Yeah, well, well, my boobs are bigger!"

And she said......

"But like you said, u r old, so they are saggy!"

WHAT?!  Can you believe these PUNK kids these days?

Ahhh, who am I kidding...I was proud of her for the quick and lethal comeback!

She's still sleeping outside at deer camp!

I Remember Liver Pills and Jelly Beans

Did you ever wonder the who, what, where, when and why of your (don't even know what to call it really, so will just throw it out there) "political mind"?

I pretty well remember little tidbits of each President throughout my younger life and of course, what the history books taught me in school.  But did you ever wonder what shaped you?

Is it our parents?  Our faith?  A certain issue?  What is it?  Was there a point in your life that you realized it matters?

I think the natural evolution of 'growing up' may have something to do with it.  The older I get, the more it seems to matter.  Yes, for me...there was a catalyst that popped my eyes wide.  I think her name was Mona or Veronica or ooooh yeah...Monica.  Just sayin'.  From there on out, I paid much better attention.

For the record, here, it doesn't matters which party you lean or candidate you support.  I think there is -or can be- something good in most of them.  And that sorta irks me too...because sometimes, voting for the lesser of the evils is aggravating!

So yup - I remember Liver Pills, Jelly Beans and Monica.  How 'bout you?

If ya can't find at least one good thing in your every day, then ya ain't lookin' hard enough.

The Funk

So, what are we going to do about this "funk"?  You know it's there.

Everyone feels it, some have admitted it, others have embraced it.  I am of the later. 

And that's not a good thing.  At all.  It's like a smelly room full of cabbage/kraut.  Blech!

I need a:  Swift kick.  Slap upside the head.  Spanking. 

Can you believe those are all things my Mom used to ask me if I wanted?  Really.  Yet here I am, actually volunteering.  *Sigh*


Here's the deal - When you fall off the horse, you feel like a yutz trying to get back on.  Apparently, I am a lazy yutz on top of it all.  And I have no right to be.    

Have I been wasting my time?  Nope.  Heck, I've even enjoyed a little.

I have amazing family and friends who deserve better of me.  I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

I do try to make up for it when I can.  Even when it nearly hurts me :o}  This cake is so not me, but she really deserved it this year!

Last year it was Christmas wrapping paper, this year...freezer paper.  Pig Pen, gotta love him!

Maybe another decade has brought me low and I just don't want to admit it?  I don't think so, but at this point, I need a good excuse.

Funny how it all cycles...

Even the doggies played along.

Am I wallowing in some undescribed something'er other?  Yup.

Someone needs to point me in the right direction.  Cuz I seem to be lost.  Hello!!  Even the dang signs are confusing!

You know it's bad when you label a picture "Garden Crap" and you think nothing of it.  But alas, the garden is done and the chickens are finishing it up for us.  Just as we finished these beauties...

We are ready for the great Carrot Famine.

There are more on the shelf and the other half is packed in sand.

And of ALL THINGS, I found the most gorgeous, luscious pea plant that I have never planted...

Stupid Peas

Does anyone care to battle this funk together?  I could sure use a hand.  Along with suggestions of course.

Now pardon me while I go pull that damn pea out of the ground and feed it to the chickens...