Adventures in Duck Hunting

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.

Like 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.



Hellooooo

Heyyyyy!!

First time to blog in oh, about two weeks...I think that might be some kind of record for me..you know if there were records for a person who spaces out on blogging.

Oh...if I could go back to when things were simple and I had all the time in the world to blog and watch my dvr.

If I'm being honest here, I miss my tv shows.

Yes, I admit it. I had a tv addiction...clearly that addiction has subsided since I just don't have the time to watch all one hundred of my favorite shows.

Sorry honey boo boo, but you were one of the shows I had to cut.

Darn it.

That and my soaps.

Daytime drama at it's finest, y'all.

I haven't even been on pinterest.

Now...that is just a crying shame.

No pinning??

I know, I am just as baffled as you are.

In other news, I'm pretty sure I broke my leg...well, when I say broke...I mean, I pulled a muscle or something like that.

I wish I could say that I pulled it by running 5 miles or doing squats or lunges or something fitness related...but no, I pulled it getting into my car.

Clearly...I'm that out of shape.

WTF.

Obviously this means I need to work out or something.

I'm in a red lipstick kick these days...I love it...and the nice security guy at the airport said he liked it too...he told me this as I was being asked to step aside because my carry-on was apparently beeping.

It's always something with me and airports.

I need some help...I'm in the market for a cute sparkly dress...and I need it in two weeks. Where can one buy cute sparkly dresses? I have looked online at my go to stores and I'm not liking anything so far.

Help a sister out,please :)

Now a must go...because a cute little baby boy just arrived at my office and I must go hold him.

Peace out loves



The Weekend

Hey y'all!!

I finally have a fun weekend that I need to blog about...so what if it's Wednesday and I have needed a couple of days to catch up...I think this means that I am old.

I have been sick for the last couple of days and fortunately I have a job that allows me to work from home...except today I am working from the hospital room of my Papa. He is in here for some chest/stomach pains and they are running some tests, so if y'all would please say a prayer for him...I would greatly appreciate it.

Thanks loves.

Let's talk about this weekend.

I went back home to the 918..aka Tulsa area.

It was a whirlwind of a weekend. I had a million things planned, people to see and I needed to pack up my house...or start packing up my house.

I may or may not have gotten anything packed.

Oh well....when fun is to be had, you have to let something go..and packing it was.

Saturday I was up bright and early, put on my orange and headed to the greatest place on earth.

Stillwater.

Home of the limey, the cowboys, pistol pete and all my fond memories from college.

Bestie and I got to Stilly and started out morning out right with a bloody mary.

Sadly no picture.

Afterwards we grabbed some drinks to go and headed to tailgate and do some Arby's work.

Bestie does Marketing for Arby's and we do this tailgate for them...well, I may or may not have traded some Free Arby's Curly Fries cards for a couple of jello shots.

People love their Curly Fries...and I love me some jello shots on game day.

Now for the best part of the day, besides our win against TCU...I had my first blogger meet-up with none other than my fellow OSU alum and the sweetest, cutest, funniest, blonde-haired blogger, Sami from Sami's Shenanigans.

(I stole this picture from her, she is way better at taking pictures than I am)

She is exactly like she is on her blog, which is super sweet and hilarious, LOVE her. I could tell right off, that we would be great friends!! I wish we could have chatted longer, but it was so GREAT to see her.

Sami...we are so going to have to plan another blogger meet up!

Love ya girl!

I realized fast that I am no longer young and can't hang like I used to after tailgating all day, cheering on the cowboys, and going to a Halloween party afterwards...which I left early...and was in bed by ten.

It sucks getting old.

On Sunday, I went to this handsome man's first birthday party...Little Man style.

He is adorable, his sister is adorable...actually the whole family is adorable. I just adore them so much.

We had a great time and it was so nice to spend time celebrating a birthday...perfect way to end the weekend.

Anyway...that's the weekend and might be the only fun weekend for a little while. My work schedule is getting to be a little crazy for November.

Please keep both my grandparents in your prayers.

Thanks guys :)

 

Red sparkly cape

I drove to work yesterday wearing a red sparkly cape and the Wonder Woman logo on my shirt.

I had a blue tutu sitting next to me in the passenger seat.

Do you know how hard it is to drive wearing a huge ass blue tutu.

Hard.
Which is why it was sitting next to me while I was driving....plus, do you know how ridiculous I would look to the people driving next to me.

I mean...the red sparkly cape I can see as being fine...but it might be overboard with the tutu.

It made me happy though knowing that I personally knew of nine more ladies who were also driving to work in costumes.

I just wonder what other people who were driving beside us thought about the girl who was dressed as a peacock.

I absolutely love my job and the ladies I work with.

Where else do you get to wear a costume to a work meeting?

I may work long, crazy random hours.

I may not get to talk to my friends as much.

I may drive all over the freaking country and get lost a time or two and find my way almost to Texas....but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Because yesterday I got to wear a red sparkly cape and a blue tutu to work.

Not going to lie...some days when I am at work and feeling the craziness of it all and wondering "what did I get myself into"

someone will walk in the office and tell me that last week they were diagnosed with cancer and they have no idea what happens next....so, being her only hope at the point...I put on my invisible red sparkly cape and do whatever I can to help her.

It may not be much...but sometimes being someones superhero...is all the hope they need.

and that makes my heart happy.

That time I almost bought some cows

I know, I know...no need to adjust your eyes...I am indeed blogging two days in a row!!

Woah...watch out...I just might be back on the bloggy track.

For now anyway.

I was born and raised in the country, actually I think the only time I ever really lived in "town" has been went I went off to college and lived in Stillwater.

GO POKES

and after I graduated college, I have been living in town for like the last six years.

That is up until about two months ago when I re-located for my new job and have been staying with the Nana and Papa on their ol' farm.

Let me tell you...you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl.

I've always loved living in the country...it's spacious, you actually have room to do things. My dogs get to run all over the place...and they LOVE it.

I love me some peace and quite.

No trains

No sirens

No crazy-ass stupid neighbors in a blue house with fifty cars and five hundred kids driving you batty.

Actually Nana and Papa do have one crazy-ass neighbor, who I have not quite figured out yet...but he is on my list.

I do however, feel as though Nana and Papa have all this land and nothing to occupy it.

Therefore, I almost bought some cows.

You heard me...I almost bought some cows.

Yes, I grew up in the country but I might be the most clueless country girl you have ever met when it comes to cattle.

Horses..I know a thing or two...but cattle...not so much.

There is this thing called RFDTV and my Papa is pretty much obsessed with it, that and the Newlywed Game on the Game show network.

Anyway back to the time I almost bought some cattle.

On RFDTV they do this auction where they are auctioning off cattle...I don't know about y'all but I love a good auction.

I'm pretty competitive and auctions are no different...I like to beat out everyone...sometimes I get so caught up in lifting that little paddle for the highest bid that I forget that you actually have to pay for this stuff.

And this auction is the best becuase you can bid on things from the comfort of your own home...in your pj's.

Let's just say that I was thisclose to purchasing some cute little blonde calf's.

Basically I just wanted one...but they were selling 48 for 1500.00.

Well, that's a little out of my range.

One. I don't know what I'm going to do with ONE calf much less 48.

Two. I think I can find a better way to spend 1500 dollars.

See how cute these little blonde calf's are...they are Charolais (this isn't the actual cattle...I googled these)

Alas...the dream of outbidding some farmer and having my own cattle will have to wait another day.

Until then, I will just stick to what I know.

Reality shows, wine and shopping.



The Weekend

It seems these days I only tend to blog on Mondays.

I think like anything I start...it's always easier to start on a Monday.

Diets, working out, blogging...I always start with good intentions...and then, well you know...you don't see another blog until the following Monday.

I'll try and do better this week.

My mom came down for a visit this weekend

I tried to convince my Uncle to let me ride his bike this weekend.

He pretty much wasn't having it, so I just decided for now I will take pictures...I will work on him some more, surely he will let me ride it

You hit a few curbs and what not, and people think you can't drive a motorcycle...puhhlease.

My Nana and I decided to make some cookies yesterday.

She got out her cookbook, and I asked her which recipe we were doing, she told me...so I proceeded to get the first couple of ingredients.

When I looked down at the bowl, I told Nana she forgot to add the brown sugar..she said,"We don't put brown sugar in this recipe."

I was like..."Yes we do, it says so right here!"

Well...apparently the two of us, we were looking at different recipes and we each were putting in our own ingredients into the bowl.

Needless to say, I walked out of the kitchen.

The cookies turned out pretty good though.

Considering they were from two different recipes.



Hello, Monday

Goooood Morning loves

It's a beautiful morning here in Oklahoma...well, I'm sure it's a beautiful morning...the sun hasn't come out yet...but the weather is the perfect fall temp.

I've already been outside this morning to referee dogs vs. cats round 634.

In case you are wondering the cats won...just like they win every time.

Little ol' Bentley just wants to be friends, but the cats think otherwise.

On a good note, I found my most favorite coffee ever...other than the pumpkin spice latte...nothing will touch that stuff. See...I don't have the keurig here at Nana and Papa's, I have just a regular ol' coffee maker. Therefore I haven' t been able to use one of my favorite k-cups, Caramel Drizzle.

Until today, or yesterday in fact, I was just a shopping away and there I saw it...Caramel Drizzle coffee grinds for the old school coffee pot. The heavens opened and the light was shining and I have never been more excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to drink me some Caramel Drizzle.

Now..that is a good morning....since I've had like two cups, I thought...why not blog...it's the only time in the day I seem to have to blog anyway.

How about this dude that freaking just skydived from space?? Holy crap. Did he just wake up one day and think..."Hmm...screw jumping out of a plane, I'm going to just jump from space."

Thank goodness he made it, it's pretty amazing

Who has been watching the Jersey Housewives reunion?

Talk about all kinds of cray cray.

I don't even have words...all I can say is,Andy Cohen...you are my favorite and I have never liked a reunion more that I liked those 3 episodes and Teresa is legit out of her mind.

Friday night, Nana and I went to have Margarita's.

I just love that little lady.

She had a long day and I needed to celebrate...I pretty much had a kick-ass,awesome work meeting that morning and it called for a celebratory Margarita.

When we were ordering Margarita's the waitress asked her what kind she wanted and my Nana said, "A large one!"

Once again I have no pictures to document...I always forget...hell, the other day I left for work and forgot to put pants on.

I have a lot to remember people.

In my defense, I had pajama pants on...I mean, almost every day last week I did wear leggings which are pretty much close to pj pants...but at least they look presentable.

Bentley loves it out here at Nana and Papa's farm.

Bentley and my Papa are like bff's.

They go everywhere together.

Yesterday, Pa comes in and says, "Bentley found some eggs!"

This is an unusual statement for multiple reasons.

1. Bentley has been a city dog, yes, she is a hound dog, but a city dog and she has never done hound dog stuff...make sense? So, her finding chicken eggs...is pretty much awesome.

2. We didn't think we actually had hens...we thought we had all roosters. Well...unless a rooster can all of a sudden lay an egg...we do in fact have some hens.

So, since Bentley found some eggs...which were hidden in a corner on the ground, Papa thought I needed to get in the pens and gather some eggs.

I think he must be getting on up there, because he seems to have forgotten that I don't do chickens. Nor, do I like to get in there pen, disturb them and take their eggs from them.

See...when I was little, I loved gathering eggs...it was my favorite thing to do...until one day a crazy ass hen decided to attack me and every since then I don't do chickens.

Unless they are battered and fried and come in strips.

Anyway, I proceed to get in the dang pen, and of course the chicken and I start battling. I'm screaming, the chicken keeps hitting it's head on top of top of the pen tyring to get out, I'm standing in there just going in circles...and I hear my Papa yell at me, "Grow some balls and get the chicken eggs!"

Hold up...did my 71 year old grandpa just tell me to "Grow some balls"

Where did he learn that from?

Anyway...I got the dang eggs and told him if he wants someone to gather him, he better train his new bff, bentley the basset hound, because this chick isn't doing it.

The other day I heard my Nana, my 71 year old grandma, refer to someone as a d-bag.

It's clear to me that I should probably say nicer things...because obviously their new sayings are coming from me.

Oopsie.

Happy Monday loves