Hunting Season

This picture is a couple years old. Cowboy's first deer. Yuck! The first weekend in November marks this auspiscious event in this neck of the woods. Personally, the whole thing is ridiculous to me. Grown??? men spend months in advance feeding unknowing animals to draw them to a particular spot, one near their particular "blind" (a small hiding spot where a hunter can remain camoflaged,) then at first legal opportunity (November)they make them prey. TT (tall texan-dad) and Cowboy (my teen son) have been gearing up for this for at least a month already. It used to be they camped in the woods and it was a real "rough it" thing but it has evolved over the years into a comfortable cabin they've built a little at a time with solar energy and a generator for small appliances. They still have to carry in water.
I know many are diametrically opposed to hunting and I can sympathize but it's in their blood. It affirms their feeling of worthiness, bringing home the proverbial bacon, in their case a deer buck. At least they follow Mogley's jungle rule. "Only kill to eat or keep from being eaten." Remember, from Disney's JUNGLE BOOK? We fill a freezer each fall or winter, depending on how accurate their hunting, with at least a couple hundred pounds of processed venison and sometimes hog from their hunting lease. Yes, I eat it too, but it's not my favorite of meats. Although I must confess, the dried venison sausage and jerky are pretty tasty.
My favorite part of the whole experience is that when TT and Cowboy head for the woods they usually go for a night or two and this affords some private time for DQ (Drama Queen, almost teen daughter) and me. We usually splurge with chinese take out and a DVD on one night and sometimes the luxury of not having to fix dinner at all- just snacks when we get the urge. I guess it's a dad/son thing too. They seem to really enjoy their MAN time together. Go figure.

The Boudoir

Let me start with show and tell. I know it's supposed to be on Friday but I only get the camera on weekends because TT (tall Texan) uses it for work during the week. Here's the boudoir. Just changed over the covers from the summer cotton quilt to the winter "bed clothes" as my Mom used to call them. No, my TT didn't build this bed but he IS sexy.
Haven't posted for ages. I'm frantically getting ready for a wedding at the house. A friend is getting married this week and I offered my home. Not that my house isn't fairly clean...but you know how there's always a room (or two) that gets passed over and tends to gather all the stuff you didn't know where to put when you cleaned the rest of the house. I started it yesterday and have finally finished tonight. Now I can take a few breaths before I work on th decorations. She wants "pink." I know a lot of people like pink and I don't mind it but I just changed all the colors in the house to fall shades and now I'll be changing everything to pink. I'm going to surprize everyone by adding black highlights with the pink. I'm using several shades of pink roses with wide black chiffon ribbon. Several strands of little white lights will surround the room with the dinner tables.. you get the picture. Other friends are providing the food, traditional Mexican fare... Chicken Mole, Spanish rice, Pinto beans, potato salad and, of course, Mexican Wedding Cookies and a three tier cake. TT is presiding over the wedding vows. Hopefully all will procede smoothly.

Lost Picture from previous post

M's Turn to Turn 50

M, the love of my life, turned the big “50” today.  Needless to say he’s a little testy.  “What’s one more year,” I tell him?  I’ve already jumped that hurdle a few months back.  No big deal!  At least he doesn’t have to be concerned with hormones and menopause.  I was so glad to be living in such a hot climate while I went though those hot/cold sweats.  Fanning myself continuously was not out of the ordinary so no one seemed to notice that even though I had goose bumps I was sweating at the same time.  Glad that’s over with.  M says I’m still real moody.  But I feel like it’s getting better.  
We walked a couple of miles down to the creek nearby and found this little kingfisher.  While we watched him he dashed down into the water for something, presumably fish, maybe a bug or tadpole.   Our goal was to spot some deer.  J, oldest and son, put out a small automatic feeder that throws deer corn twice a day to try and draw them.  He’s seen a few and there are tracks everywhere.  Unfortunately, no pictures yet.  So many beautiful creations within a short walk from home.  This wildlife management thing we’ve recently signed up for has been exciting for us because we’ve become more aware of all the critters that live with us.  
Everyone’s been talking about fall.  The temps have actually dipped into the 90’s this week and the 70’s at night.  I like it in mid-winter but right now I really yearn for some of the New England sweater weather ya’ll been writing about.  BB’s camping trip has got me planning for one of our own.  It’ll probably be November before we can stand the outdoors without A/C though.  
If you’re following the saga of the dead chicken in the car…it STILL smells.  I’ve tried everything to alleviate it and only succeed in partially covering it.  Any odor removing tips would be appreciated.