That's all she wrote...

And that's it....hunting season has now come to a close for this family! This is a picture of Brent's bull from this morning. I'm sure when he gets home we'll have a few more to add and maybe even a story or two. Oh, and Dad got his big whitetail in Canada yesterday....hopefully we'll get a few pics of that posted when he gets home too!!! :)

Pics

No, I'm not a liar - pictures are just delayed at the moment! The baby room is finished as of last night (minus the handles for the dresser drawers, I'll put those on tonight), but it was officially done at 9:30 pm and this pregnant lady's bedtime is about 9 pm after working my 10 hour days - I only do this so that I can get my work week over with faster, I really just like to be lazy at the end of the week! Plus, Brent had everything all packed up and ready to roll for his hunting trip....he's leaving straight from work today.....and 'everything' included our one and only camera! He'll be home Friday and there will be pictures by the weekend, don't you worry!

I have to say that I'm very excited about how well the baby room turned out. Everything fits nicely and I like to think that I have it organized 'just right' for mom, dad and baby. However, since I know nothing about babies, it may have to be revamped come Three's arrival. We'll see what happens.....maybe my motherly instincts kicked in early?!?

Season's End

I thought I'd better just throw in a few comments regarding hunting season before it is all said and done. I think that most everybody knows that my Dad shot a nice bull elk last month in WA - unfortunately I don't have any pictures, but if you click here you can go to my brother and sister in laws blog to see the pictures that they have posted. Currently, he and his cousin Bert are hunting big whitetails in Canada. They had a 10 day hunt, no word yet, but I'll post information as soon as I hear! Oh, and last, but not least.....Brent is headed out for one last elk hunt with Jeremy in Bozeman this week. It sounds like this is it - a day of hunting Thursday and a Friday morning if needed. It sure would be nice to have some elk in the freezer (deer and antelope start to get old after awhile), but it's not like we're going to starve! He swears that he's pulling out the stops on this trip....cow or bull, he's hoping to come home with something. Wish him luck! :)

Baby update: as of my appointment last week the baby is officially head down and straight as an arrow - ready to come on out! Yikes! We're not ready, we haven't even put ALL the clothes away yet, I swear this baby has more clothes than Brent and I combined - spoiled before arrival. Probably a good thing. The plan is to finish the baby room tonight....I've been having contractions as of last week, nothing big, just practice for the big day. As my mom said, "Amy, you tried to throw up that baby for 5 months, I think that it has a pretty good hold in there!" - something like that - either way, tomorrow marks the official 37th week. This means that, technically, the baby is full term and can come anytime (you hear that Three?). I'll post some pictures later tonight of the baby room and the baby belly!!!

Big Jim

I finally got this picture today....figured we'd better get a picture of Dad with his buck!

North Dakota: more than just pheasants and flat roads!

Brent was extra excited to be able to have one last hunt with his Dad this year on his Dad's land in North Dakota, drawing this out of state tag will likely never happen again (Brent's pretty lucky sometimes, ya never know). After the first day of hunting I got the report that they had seen about 6 bucks and were going to go after them the next day....my response was, isn't it opening day, why wait? Turns out Brent and his Dad have a much more laid back personality than mine! Their plan worked out just fine, the second day of hunting brought these bucks out of the woodwork for the boys. Brent says that this is probably the biggest whitetail that he's shot (top photo). I've got to say, they're both (Jim's, bottom photo) a whole lot bigger than mine! Well done boys!!



I know that some of you out there might be getting sick of all of the hunting blog posts, but don't you worry, there's a baby on the way and soon you'll be sick of seeing baby pictures too. Guess our lives are pretty mellow....hunting and baby. Maybe we should find a new hobby?! With any luck Brent will be able to play hockey this season, so we should have some good entries from that as well.


Brief, first dating story:


I went to the hockey rink to watch Brent play for probably the first time since we had begun dating. I sat right next to the glass, just to the side of the goalie, by myself. I saw Brent skating around the back side of the goal and watched as some big man from the other team brought his stick right down across Brent's arm - which I later learned is called 'slashing' (I think that's right...). The second that this happened Brent exchanged choice words with the man and tells me later that all he wanted to do was take the man out, but worried that I would think he was some sort of macho man brute, so ended up letting the guy have it with his 'choice words' - which I won't include as a quote - then he skated away. What he didn't see (or hear) was me standing up on the bleacher seat yelling at him to take the guy out! Turns out there's no fighting in this hockey league...oops. I'm sure that all of the wives, girlfriends, friends and children that were there to watch the rest of the team play (without 'taking anyone out') were more than impressed with me and my antics! Sometimes I can't belive that he still married me. :)

Big doe, wait....Big Buck Down!

4:00 pm: Long johns, coats, tags, binos, boots, gun, oh....and bullets, lots of 'em. Check.

4:05: Pull into hunting spot, chat with land owner, lace up boots for long hike.

4:10: Long hike over, first shot.

4:12: Second shot.

4:12:30: Third shot hits!

4:30: Dragging deer to truck.

4:35: Chat with landowner, drive to JW's to hang deer.

5:30: Deer hung, skinned and headed home.

6:30: Clothes washed, pajamas on, eating dinner and watching football.

Ah, yet another hard hunt for the pregnant lady! (yes, this is a buck, you have to look close to find the tiny little nubbins!)

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!

It's officially hunting season!

Brent, Joe and Jamie had a great week of hunting, cribbage and funny stories. The boys were hunting for a total of 8 days and did get into the elk - just turns out that you need an act of God to get a bull elk to turn broadside at 20-40 yards! Nothing to worry about though, we still have at least 2 more months of hunting season to go.

Bear Season

Wednesday night was a night of firsts. It was the first time that Brent had a night to sit and relax after 8 days straight of elk hunting, it was my first night bear hunting, but it was definitely not the first time that JW had Mom and Dad worried about him.

Overview:

JW decides he's going to go bear hunting, by himself....he calls Dad to tell him that he had shot a bear, twice....it wasn't dead. Dad gave him the rundown about how you don't go bombing into the brush with a wounded bear sitting in there. JW gets done talking to Dad - is ready to go find this bear - puts his phone into his UNZIPPED coat pocket that was not ON his body.

I talk to Mom around 4:00 that afternoon, nobody had heard from JW at all at this point. So of course I call Brent and now we're bear/JW hunting....until MIDNIGHT! As you might have guessed, JW lost his cell phone right after calling Dad, so all of our calls and all of our messages meant nothing to the kid. We put about 200 miles on Brent's pickup and added a few character scratches to it (JW will be buffing those all next week). At midnight we show up at our house and who is sitting in our kitchen, eating everything in sight? You guessed it, the kid that went bear hunting by himself, lost his cell phone and didn't have any food in his pack. For those of you who know JW, you know that this is a typical hunt for him. It is not one bit surprising that he decided he could pack the bear out on his own, nor is it surprising that he was out all day with no food and lost his cell phone. All in all....a productive day. Congrats JW!!!

A 6 ft, 10 yr old boar

Week in Review

Well here I am, sitting at home, eating everything in sight and watching "Failure to Launch"....what a funny movie! Brent is off putting the big sneak on elk and with any luck today is much more productive than the past 5. Yesterday I took my friend Doug to the Griz football game....we watched the worst 1st quarter of football ever, only to be followed by a 46 point run by the Griz. Whew, they pulled off another win. I sure hope they get their ducks in a row BEFORE the 2nd quarter next weekend. Brent called to let me know that the hunt is still on....probably at least 2 more days if not more. That's okay by me, I haven't had a chance to go to my girlie movie and eat loads of popcorn yet! :) The baby is doing great, kicking away throughout the day.

The other weekend Brent, JW and I went grouse hunting up behind the house with what we like to refer to as our "hunting dogs". We saw no birds, but we did enjoy a nice rain shower and we did manage to pick up more cockleburrs than I thought existed....who's brilliant idea was it to create bird dogs that have long hair? Hmmm...

Nursery Time!!

It's finally arrived! We got our crib just the other day and spent 2 nights putting it together. It sure is beautiful....thanks Mom and Dad! What a great gift for all of us to enjoy. Now we're patiently waiting our separate purchase....the dresser and changer. I'm thinking that Three is already spoiled. Oh well, guess it's bound to happen. I was so proud of myself for hauling stuffed animals around all these years because they are FINALLY being put to use. Ha, everyone thought I was nuts! This proves that theory wrong....doesn't it?!?

Flatlanders in Montana

Brent's folks made it out to visit at the end of August and boy did we have a fun weekend! We spent Saturday riding 4 wheelers up in the mountains and picking huckleberries. Mmmm....huckleberry pancakes - we thought of that the next morning when we were sitting down at Eugene's eating breakfast! Oh well, they kept just fine until the next morning. Sunday was Dad's birthday and we declared it a B.O.S. day (bag of s&!$ day)...a nice relaxing day after a night of farewell at Joe and Lisa's house...our good pal Hanna has taken a job working for the state near Red Lodge. Best of luck Hanna and watch out for snow bunnies!

The dogs fared pretty well that weekend too....I don't know if they could have possibly put one more treat in their bellies or have taken one more brushing or extra round of loving! Spoiled a little? No.....lucky little things! Three had a great weekend too....we were surprised with many gifts for our little one. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

There's music on this little video - you'll have to pause or mute the music at the bottom of the screen to hear it.

Baby Update

I went to my 6 month doctor's appointment this morning and thought I'd better post a Three update. I chose to have a midwife instead of an OB - seems like she's more interested in me and the baby than just another number or another face. I sure like her, she's great and just so laid back. She doesn't even give me time to freak out about anything....just even keeled, which is exactly what I need right now. She went to listen to Three's heartrate with her monitor and just as soon as she set the monitor on my belly Three let out two huge kicks....the kind of kicks that say, "hey, watch where you're putting that thing!". We got a good laugh out of that (just earlier I had told her that Three was a very quiet baby, not much for kicking for hours or very hard). Three's heart rate was up to 160 today, normally it's in the 150's. I did the glucose test (drink a super deluxe orange soda, then get blood drawn an hour later) before the appointment, so I would guess that the huge amount of sugar that was coursing through my body was also making it's way through Three's little body too! From what I have read Three is weighing in at a little over a pound and is the size of an ear of corn, working it's way up to a rutabega. I think it's funny that they always use food to compare the baby too. I can't believe how fast this whole thing has gone, seems like just yesterday I was staring at the bottom of a toilet and making a mental note that we had to clean the toilets! :)

Vacation Recap

I've been slacking on pictures with this blog, so I thought I'd add a few that we finally got downloaded. Reading about people's lives is fun, but seeing pictures is what you're really looking for....I know how this works! Here it goes....

A medley of August fun: Lewis and Clark Caverns, doggie play days (always a fiasco) and my sweet Gramps!!! I love you Gramps!!! :)

The Newest Addition

Here they are.....the belly pics. That belly doesn't look half as big from the side as it does from my point of view, so during this photo op I included the "bird's eye view". Yikes! There's feet down there, but not for long! I'm officially polishing off the last week of my 5th month....month number 6 here I come - slowly but surely making my way to the end. I feel like I've been pregnant for a year. It's all these seasonal jobs I've had, normally my season would be coming to an end now that summer is starting to wrap up. Not this year - my season ends Dec. 10! :)

Years, Days, Minutes Tag

Well, who knew that there were such exciting things to do on a blog site?! I have been 'tagged' by my sister in law (Crissy) so I guess I'd better get some answers out on the table!

20 years ago I was.....

7 years old. I wonder if this was the summer that Mike and I walked to the city swimming pool from our house in the country (which is now part of the city....go figure). On that long, hot walk (hey, we were little with short little legs) my sandal broke. Nothing to worry about really because just days before the same thing had happened to Mike and being the lucky duck that he is, we found a roll of duct tape on the side of the road. So much for Mike having to limp all the way to the pool with one bare foot on the hot concrete, we taped it right up! Now back to my broken sandal....we searched and searched and searched and next thing you know we were clear to the city pool and I was still limping along, holding my broken sandal in my hand and nursing what I thought was a completely burned to the bone nubbin. And, to top off my ever increasing streak of good luck, I had left my swim pass at home (seems I still can't shake the constant forgetting) and without a swim pass you pay money. Who has money at 7? Needless to say I cried long and hard.....long and hard enough for my old preschool teacher to notice me and give me the $2 to get in the pool (and shut up, I'm sure)!! I wonder if she recognized me or the cry?! :)

10 years ago I was.....

17 and had just finished High School and was living by myself in a 5th wheel trailer (a REAL beauty) behind the Grizzly Discovery Center in West Yellowstone, MT. I had a great summer after the first few weeks. This was the first time that I had left home and needless to say I spent the first weeks crying and calling Mom and Dad from the payphone down the road. I think that I went to bed every night by 6pm because I was too scared to do anything else. Oh, how times have changed! A little bit about the wonderful trailer: it was extra stinky (it was hot, hot, hot) and late in the summer I broke down and asked the maintenance guy to check the septic. He did and said it just needed a little cleaning. Check. Well, whatever was happening in that toilet was resistant to any sort of cleaning, so I called one more time. This time, the maintenance guy did a little bit more investigating and with this thorough investigation was able to find two brick sized packages tied together that had been pushed way to the end of the septic hose. GROSS!!! One job I swear I'd never take! Anyhow, those brick sized packages contained marijuana and they had to pull me aside to ask me if I was doing drugs?! A simple "no" would have sufficed, but not from this girl. I cleverly pointed out that if I was going to smoke pot and needed a quick hiding place did they really think that I would hide it in the toilet I knew I was going to use?! My pot smoking record was quickly cleared.

5 years ago I was.....

22 and had just finished my long run of college starting at WSU and ending here in Missoula at UM. That summer I got a job as a Range Technician in West Yellowstone. I was in heaven, I thought I had really hit the big time (one time of many). Turns out a Range Technician is just a fancy name for weed sprayer. I spent that entire summer carrying 3 gallons of Tordon (or some other chemical) and water on my back, with just enough blue dye to soak into your skin when it sloshed out of the tank. But don't worry, it was just the dye that was soaking into our skin, not the chemical! :) It was that summer that I met one of my best friends - my bunkhouse roommate for the summer - Janina Bradley. We had quite the summer and made lots and lots of memories. Most of them stemmed from our "short runs" that put us somewhere in Idaho (we started in Montana) in a snow storm in June. Thankfully we made it back to West that night, where we warmed up in a local souvenir shop. Lucky they didn't make us buy all of the fleece that we stuck our hands into, funny, at 7 I didn't have any money and things hadn't really changed much by 22!

3 years ago.....

I was 24 and living in Nevada. Ah, the BLM. I took what seemed to be the job of a lifetime as a Rangeland Specialist with the Bureau of Land Management. My dream job - the reason I had gone to school. This time all I had to do was move to Elko, NV....where in God's name is Elko, NV? I am still asking myself that one! I ended up living with a little old lady named Katy (with 2 little dogs and there might have been a cat or two as well), she was quite the woman and a great support during my NV adventures. The original plan was I was going to rent a trailer from her (this all sounds too familiar). However, that trailer wasn't ready so she allowed us to live with her (me and Mika). This is where Mika learned the fine art of barking - thank you little dogs. Well, the Range job with the BLM had a hire date of April 1, I never started the job because the hire date continued to be moved back until I finally told them to feel free to find someone else to screw over for the rest of the summer! The things I learned about Nevada? No, there are no mountains there, no matter what people tell you, there is only ONE (singular) mountain....that equals ONE peak. 110 degrees is much hotter when you're being used as a pack mule for a survey crew and no matter how much water you drink, you will NEVER have to pee. Rock climbing is great fun. Mormon crickets are not great fun. Black dogs need lots of shade. Helicopter surveying is great fun, especially when you're the one hanging out of the side of the helicopter while it is "toed in" on the side of the mountain and someone holds onto your backpack for safety (OSHA regulated, I'm sure). A trailer in NV is always warm. And, one that I should've known by then with all the moving that I had done, UHauls must be returned by a certain date. You cannot keep them for an undisclosed amount of time for "storage" purposes. This costs more money than renting one to drive from MT to NV.

So far this past yearI have learned that.....

No matter what job I land, it's going to be the chance of a lifetime! How many jobs have I had? I have experience in EVERYTHING. I am so glad that I've had so many opportunities to meet great people and see great things, I wouldn't trade it for the world. This past year I learned that you can love someone permanently and yes, it's possible to marry your best friend. Brent and I have had some awesome times together and are expecting many more for the future. We are now expecting our first child....we have both learned that I am a TERRIBLE pregnant woman! Oh the agony! :) And most of all through this pregnancy (5 1/2 months) we have learned that 9 months is a long, long time. Have I even had a job that has lasted 9 months?!? I have also learned to stay....this is most likely the longest amount of time that I have spent in one spot and I'm actually starting to get used to it and enjoy it. I never realized what a drifter I was until I met Brent, Mr. 13 years at one job. That's a LONG TIME!!!! That's not the goal I'm shooting for quite yet, I think I'll start small!

Yesterday I.....

Microwaved dirt. No joke, that's my job. First I microwave it and then I burn it. I will do the same thing today and tomorrow and most likely until this "job of a lifetime" ends in March. With lots of luck it will end sooner and I'll be working for the Frenchtown Fire District, the real job of a lifetime, I swear this is it! My newest endeavor has been our local YMCA. I have joined a few low impact classes such as PALS, an aerobic class for pregnant and old ladies. I have also started a water aerobics class, a class for pregnant and old ladies. I get the funny looks from the likes of Marge and Mae, wondering what this little kid is doing in their elite group of training senior citizens. After convincing them that, yes, I am 5 1/2 months pregnant they have taken me under their wing. By the end of this pregnancy I hope to be in decent shape still and maybe have snagged a few unwritten recipes and a little wise old lady advice from my newest pals!!! :)

Tomorrow.....

I will microwave dirt.....then I will burn it. I will go to water aerobics in the morning and catch up on all of the local gossip. Brent is off to Men's State for beer league softball tomorrow evening, so I will be in charge of the house. Guess what that means?!? I'm going camping! I will be headed up 9 mile to enjoy a nice night under the stars with a few good girlfriends.

Next Year I will be.....

A new mother. I don't know what motherhood will bring, but I know that it will be yet another adventure for sure. I just hope one thing....please lord, don't let me fall into complete soccer mom mode....no minivan and no giant purse! Other hopes and dreams: we hope to have successfully killed off our knapweed garden, plant a real garden, start building a barn (Brent, are you reading this?), finish the basement!, have a kitten (Brent, are you reading this?) and I hope that no matter what we are able to enjoy every minute of life together as the new and improved Olson family!

At this point I'm supposed to "tag" someone....I don't really know anyone else who has a blog that hasn't already been "tagged". I suppose I will leave this one open ended to anyone who would like to throw some answers out there! I am adding Jennifer (Heather's sister) to the "tag" list. Maybe we will get this going on the East Coast too!!!

A Little Family Time

This last weekend Brent and I were lucky enough to have one weekend off from softball and all the hoopla of Missoula and made the trek to the big city: Pullman. Brent swears there's not a single restaurant there....only a few open for breakfast....hey, we're not in Fargo anymore, Toto!! :) We had a great time visiting (and shopping) with Mom and Dad and even got to spend a little bit of time with Grandpa Hobbs and Aunt Jody. All in all a nice, relaxing weekend.

Last week Cat and Dana came across some extra tickets to the Martina McBride concert. Holy lord, that woman can really belt it out. I couldn't believe so much came out of so little. We had a great time and even came out of the evening $40 richer - thanks to ebay, Cat and Brent's retired softball bats. Softball is going to pay off sooner or later!!!

While shopping this weekend my Mom and I had the pleasure of shopping in the maternity section. Wow...I didn't know elastic bands could be so becoming!!! All these years, wasted. I bought a few little items to cover my ever growing belly, but now that I made it home I have decided to return a few. The pants come in a "one size fits all" and unfortunately (or fortunately) I'm not "one size" yet. I won't break down until I absolutely have to! :) I will have Brent take a photo of Three and I tonight and will try to get it posted tomorrow. Brent and I have been extra busy getting the yard/knapweed farm cleaned up at night and have simply forgotten about the pics (and the blog). Oops.

One last thing, I interviewed yesterday afternoon with Frenchtown Fire.....keep your fingers crossed - this could be the job that keeps me for longer than 6 months!!!