Tagged....Round Two

Okay, I have been tagged again.....with this tag I am instructed to list 6 things that people probably don't know about me and are super interested to find out. I think this one might surprise a person or two....we'll see....keep reading! :)

1. I HATE ketchup. Yep, I think I ate too much as a kid. I'll eat a tomato no problem, but the ketchup bottle is Brent's domain.

2. I have more nicknames than one girl needs. Seems that everywhere I go I pick up a new one....I'll list what I can remember and feel free to add any that I forget (I won't count being called by my last name for the past 10 years, I swear nobody ever knew my first name!)
- Shorty
- Stumpy
- Boots
- Wildthing
- Rowdy
- Hobbies
- Tater
- AEOSpeedwagon (thanks to marriage)
- Brat
- Hoover (I was a catcher in high school, no ball got past me! I know, it's not the greatest nickname to have during your 'developmental years'...)
- Calvin
- Skip
- Beetle
- A2
- Preggers (this one will not be missed once Three arrives!)
I'm sure there are more....

3. I have always wanted to have a desk job. Having my own desk seems like such a big deal; I could have my own little coffee cup, a picture of my family and animals, listen to my radio, have all kinds of organized folders and drawers and I could wear snow boots to work and tuck them under my desk where I would switch to my cute work shoes in the winter. Yeah, I know, probably will never happen and I question just how happy I would be with the work - you never know though, the desk alone may cure me of all other needs and wants in life!

4. I hate it when someone asks me to get an itch for them (on their skin, not so much through clothes). For some reason I am completely grossed out by the idea of getting dead skin cells stuck under my fingernails....this must be the underlying reasoning for ALWAYS having short, short, short fingernails! I will give out the complementary scratch, but immediately afterwards I will run my nails across my jeans (or whatever material is handy) to get the 'gunk' out. Weird, I know.

5. I am planning to train for a triathlon. I volunteered at one in September at Frenchtown pond and was ready to start training, but Three wasn't as ready as I was, so I'll hold out for just a little bit longer.

6. I am the worst driver ever (some of you may already know this....Brent is reminded once or twice a week when he lets me drive in town). I hate driving in traffic and find that I am constantly reminding myself to calm down and quit cussing. I drive too fast and only drive faster when I'm mad (which is usually everytime I drive)....I have yet to get a speeding ticket after being pulled over multiple times and no, this isn't from crying or using any other type of 'pitiful girl' tactics....I just don't get tickets. I'm knocking on wood as I type. **one hand on bible, one in the air** I, Amy Olson, do solemnly swear, to be a more cautious and calm driver for the rest of this pregnancy (41 days and counting) and double that for when Three arrives!

So now is where I tag someone else....and now would also be a good time for someone else that I know to start up a blog! Maybe if Heather's sister reads this she can do it. I know that Uncle Dave has a blog....if he's not too busy, maybe he can throw a few answers out.

Opening day of elk season

A successful hunting trip on more than one note! Jamie, Jason, Jeff and Joe all came out of camp with elk. Don't know what happened with the other J, but Brent was destined not to get an elk at the J camp this year! J's are bad news, right Brent?! :)

Brent and JW both had lots of laughs....not to mention that JW came home $34 richer. All in all not a bad opening weekend, well done boys! Brent will be going to North Dakota to hunt white tail with his Dad in a few weekends and then plans another elk hunt on the return trip in Bozeman. Oh, and Brent and I are going to take our rifles for a hike behind the house this Sunday and see if we can't find a doe that wants to go in our freezer. Lots of hunting season left!!!

The Big Loper Hunt of '08

Well, here it is - the weekend we had all been waiting for. Turns out my amazing paper shooting skills did nothing for the actual hunt. Like I told Brent, anyone can hit paper, but when it comes to hitting an animal.....hmmm....Brent's got it down though!

Everything said and done, we managed to come out of Big Sandy with 2 antelope in the cooler. JW had promised me a 1/2 mile hike with a nice easy shot and boy did he come through. The only problem was that I didn't come through on my end of the deal....killing an antelope Sunday morning. I was not able to lay on my belly to shoot (which would've been nice, given the situation) so we watched the antelope COLONY - no joke, there was at least 70 + lopers - move from 30 yards to 75 and further. After I had somewhat calmed down and laid my rifle over JW's back to help steady it, the first shot of the season rang out. BANG! Nothin'....damn. I'll blame it on JW. I used his back as a rest and I'm pretty sure that he was breathing too hard, or was that me?! I was so excited and nervous!

The race was on....antelope running everywhere, a little cussing and packing up for the long haul. As we crested a hill we noticed that the herd had sent out a "satellite doe" to check on the whereabouts of the humans with the guns. That little doe is now in our freezer thanks to Brent's pinpoint accuracy. The weekend continued with more hiking and another shot from the old 270 and yet another miss. By Monday afternoon we had officially turned our 1/2 mile hike into a 10 mile death march. The cold had set in and I'm pretty sure that I had pulled every muscle at this point....I thought all that cycling and working out was doing me some good, but I guess I should consider getting my money back, that YMCA is a bunch of liars!

Late Monday afternoon the buck finally went down....I will spare those of you who aren't big into hunting and just tell you that the whole fiasco involved Brent RUNNING down a mountain and up another one, I think it might have been 2. And to think I'm the one that's been training for a marathon, next year it's going to be him. JW and I stood and watched in awe as 2 long legs overtook the mountain in maybe a minute....it was deja vu for me, the day before Brent and I had watched JW do the exact same thing. Oh, what I would give for long legs! The afternoon also involved JW running down a hillside, back up another and going for a free antelope ride. Finally, it all came to an end with the boys hauling out two packs full of meat and me parading off the mountain with the head in hand....I never knew just how bad antelope smell, I couldn't wash my hands enough to get that smell out. We made it home around 12:30 in the morning and then it was back to the daily grind....thank god!

The meat is now cut, ground and in the freezer (with help from our new FoodSaver, our early xmas present to ourselves). I think that I will call it a hunting season and just help process meat from here on out. Here it is, Friday morning, and I still feel like I've already gone through labor....yep, last weekend was the start and the finish of this girl's hunting season. The boys are going to shoot a few pheasants this weekend and then they still have elk and deer coming up so I'm sure we'll have more exciting stories to post!!

Annie Oakley at her finest!

My rifle is ready to roll....look out lopers, here I come! :) I also included a picture of my belly - you will notice that my head is cut off. That was done on purpose. After a long day at work and feeling like a fat, ugly pregnant lady I decided that I don't need my face posted all over the web! Don't worry, there'll be some pics added from this weekend. Mom and Dad are here for the weekend and Mom gets to go to my last baby shower on Sunday, there should be some good pictures taken sometime in there. Thank goodness for pregnancy hormones!