I'd like to think that I have accomplished a lot this morning...all before 7 am.
I have already had one cup of coffee, my banana and I am currently catching up on my dvr while checking email and going over my presentation that I have to present in a couple of hours.
Mulit-tasking at it's finest people.
I'm drinking coffee out of a Christmas tree mug...and this makes me happy, happy, happy...Jack.
If you didn't get that "happy, happy, happy" reference...than you must not watch Duck Dynasty...and in that case you are SOOOO missing out and the best show ever.
I like to think that I have helped that fun loving, beard wearing, frog gigging, duck call building family get their fame.
I have been buying their Duck Calls for years and didn't even realize it.
Thanks to the little brother, who loves to duck hunt, I have purchased several of those babies.
You are welcome Robertson family.
I have gone Duck Hunting once.
Notice I said once.
My mom and I went with little brother one day...we got all bundled up...because apparently the best duck hunting is when it's freezing ass cold and snowy. Which is not my cup of tea...but whatevs.
We, no lie, had to cross this creek...and the only way over the creek was to try to walk on this fence that was half out of the water.
So, imagine me...a girl who hates cold, has to walk over a creek, I have on like five layers of clothing, two sized to big hunting boots that keep falling off and I have a gun...which might be a dangerous thing...anyway we make it across...only for me to get to the bank and slip down a muddy hill.
Little bro comes to help me up...or so I thought, he just came to get his gun...you know, because those things shouldn't get muddy.
Now, sisters on the other hand...I guess we are fine.
Here I am, trying to get out of the mud, minus a boot that got stuck, and I have five layers of clothing on.
All this for duck hunting.
Finally I get myself together...no thanks to the other two who are laughing.
We eventually get to our duck blinds and just sit there.
Waiting and calling, calling and waiting.
After a few hours we finally see a few ducks.
We get one.
We go to get it....we get and are taking it back with us...when all of a sudden, the dang duck comes back to freaking life and starts freaking out.
I scream...because this duck is already supposed to be dead...not half way dead and coming back to life.
Needless to say...after five hours...a fall in the mud, a duck that comes back to life.
And I haven't been duck hunting since.