Hunting season and the rest of life

Brent got his bull (a few weeks ago now) with his bow.  A 6 point that is now nicely cut, wrapped, and in our freezer.  Is hunting season over?  For him....Yes.  For me....it's just begun.  Finally, in 5 years this will be the first time that I have been able to have a little say in when I get to go hunting.  Generally, Brent goes until he gets something which has been the VERY last day of the season sometimes.  Ha.  Someone, somewhere, has heard my thoughts and decided to be kind this year and allow me to do a little hunting before I forget where I put my rifle.

I have started my 100 day challenge (hello day 92).  That's right -- in 92 days there will be less of me.  I can't wait. 

Brent is coming down off of his hunting high for the past month.  Although they didn't get the mountain goat they were hunting for last week, I am positive that they had a great time -- after Joe got over being sick for the first few days.  Who can complain??  Camping, horses, hunting, cribbage at night, FS cabin, maybe a little coffee and nothing else in the form of beer/whiskey/etc??  Oh what I'd give.

Cash continues to enjoy his preschool days.  He especially enjoys the days that he gets to bring snacks.  That's the day that he gets to ring the bell at the end of recess to summon all the little kids to grab their bags and hit the bricks.  Every day he asks Miss Julie if he can ring the bell and every day she reminds him that he gets to do it on his snack day.  Which generally gets the response, 'can we bring snacks next time?'.  No.  19 healthy snacks is pushing my mom abilities at this point.  Give me a month or so.

Maci is getting sweeter and tougher by the day.  If you give her a purse or a necklace, she sticks out her little butt and gets this grin on her face then struts around the house in all of her glory.  The next time you turn around Cash is chasing her around the house playing football -- which always ends in a serious hit that puts the girl down and generally leaves everybody crying (sometimes myself included -- laughing and crying).  A few fumbles here and there, but she holds that baby pretty tight!

Horses, dogs, the rest of the Olson life -- on the up and up.  I leave you with these:



Brent and Big Jim -- 65th birthday.  No cake and icecream at this house.  It's work or bust.




Brent's bull




Knock on it!



I found this while searching for photos -- a must for all to see.  I think that dog's name was Blue -- he went down the road because he couldn't figure out that the bathroom was outside.  What about kids that pee the bed?  Same kind of deal??  :)



Cheese!



If I just squeeze a tiiiiinnnnnnyyyyyy bit.....there!  I fit!