Well the day finally came, and Michael got to go to his once in a lifetime elk hunt on Anthro Mountain. He left on Friday, and was so excited. There were a few casualties on the mountain that weren't elk. First it was the tire. Popped! There's an unplanned added expense to this elk hunt. Eli took Michael all over the mountain waiting to find the perfect elk. Then they found it. Michael took the first shot, and the elk remained unscathed. After five more shots, the elk had had it, and took off. So Michael had to settle for this beauty.
Michael got this one on the first shot. But then it took quite a few more bullets for this bad boy to go down. Although I don't know if every bullet hit the elk. But thanks to Eli who stood by Michael's side, and helped to load those bullets every time Michael emptied the chamber. And at three dollars a bullet, that expense also added up. So the real casualty was the checkbook.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
This blog goes out to my nephew Benjamin. I know how much he has been worrying, and I thought that he would like to see my cool scars. The top is just a week after the surgery, and the bottom is about a 2 1/2 weeks. It already looks really good. My dear sweet sister Melanie says that it looks like my scar is smiling at her. I said no, it is laughing at her! Anyway, I feel really good, and I get to start my radiation on Tuesday, and then I should be finished for awhile. Thanks to everyone who helped with so much and for all my family who helped babysit Chloe for a couple of days. And thank you for all your prayers, I really appreciate it! We love ya!
Friday, September 5, 2008
If Chloe sees her dad coming home, she wants to run out and get a ride in the truck. Sometimes dad will take her for a ride around the block and she thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Mostly she will just climb up in the truck and try to buckle herself in and grab the steering and go "Vroom, Vroom." It is so cute.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
These pictures are a little old, but the kid gate has to do with the story I'm going to tell. Chloe loves to go to the kid gate and call to the dogs so that she can pet them, or let them lick her face, or just to talk to them. Well last night I had given her a bag of Sponge Bob Crackers, and she thought that was great. I saw her run down the hall, and heard her calling the dogs. I thought, "Oh great, there goes her snacks." We've been trying to teach her not to feed the dogs her snacks, or her dinner. So I was getting ready to send the dogs outside so that I wouldn't have to deal with a sad baby. But I watched her for just a minute more, and she started saying, "Sit Max, sit Max." Then she would feed them a treat. The dogs didn't have a clue what she was saying, they were there for the snacks. I thought it was so cute, even though sit doesn't always sound like sit.