Coupe came to visit
His blog is on the right side
we tried to kill stuff
there were no turkeys
we went to KC instead
that was ok too
KC on monday
Hunted turkeys on tuesday
went home on wednesday
we sat forever
no turkeys for a long time
it still was all good
I told him I lied
there aren't turkeys in kansas
I'm glad he then laughed
it was successful
because we enjoyed ourselves
because we were there
turkeys will soon die
after coupe comes back next year
at least I hope so
Coyotes came close
we sat and listened to them
we'll soon hunt them too
being out side.. wow
humbled by the beauty here
that was what he said
he was right i guess
I saw it with new eyes then
it is beautiful
the timber the brush
too bad it had rained alot
we had one good day
but it was enough
enough to see the beauty
enough to enjoy
the hunt
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
just thinkin
I love Montana.
Well I love Kansas too... and Illinois, sort of.
But Montana, wow.
I guess it's not like I have been to the entire state. Just the extreme Northwest Montana. So I can't really say with authority that I love Montana as a whole. There might be parts that I would look around and say "wow, this place stinks."
So a more accurate statement is that I love Northwest Montana.
I've only been there once and then it was for 10 days give or take a day or so.
But I got to thinking, I wonder if I'll ever make it back.
I love to travel, so does Janelle and Abby kinda goes where we go, like she has a choice...
It would be cool to make it back. But what if it never happens. Is that a big deal?
I met a guy in Princeville, Illinois. He was an older man that told me that he'd been everywhere in the USA except for two states. He told me which two and I don't remember what they were, but I do remember asking when he was packing his bags. He said he wasn't. He told me that his daughter had an extreme mental illness that required him and his wife to be close by at all times. He said it was alright though, he was thankful for all he had seen in his life. But he was done traveling.
He had a goal and was just two states away from hitting them all. Realizing what was important, dropped it all to take care of his daughter.
Wow.
Well I love Kansas too... and Illinois, sort of.
But Montana, wow.
I guess it's not like I have been to the entire state. Just the extreme Northwest Montana. So I can't really say with authority that I love Montana as a whole. There might be parts that I would look around and say "wow, this place stinks."
So a more accurate statement is that I love Northwest Montana.
I've only been there once and then it was for 10 days give or take a day or so.
But I got to thinking, I wonder if I'll ever make it back.
I love to travel, so does Janelle and Abby kinda goes where we go, like she has a choice...
It would be cool to make it back. But what if it never happens. Is that a big deal?
I met a guy in Princeville, Illinois. He was an older man that told me that he'd been everywhere in the USA except for two states. He told me which two and I don't remember what they were, but I do remember asking when he was packing his bags. He said he wasn't. He told me that his daughter had an extreme mental illness that required him and his wife to be close by at all times. He said it was alright though, he was thankful for all he had seen in his life. But he was done traveling.
He had a goal and was just two states away from hitting them all. Realizing what was important, dropped it all to take care of his daughter.
Wow.
Monday, April 06, 2009
Cornfused
I hate when I'm hungry and have no idea where I want to eat. I could do chinese food but I hate eating alone and the take out gets gross by the time I get back to work. I could McDonald's it but I'm just about mcdoubled out. I'm there enough that I am on a first name basis with the drive through lady. The gas station stuff rocks but I could eat at Cheddars or Chili's for the same price.
So I'm driving and I see the Subway sign way down the road and my mind wanders to a nice and warm footlong meatball sub. It's cold outside and I need warmed up.
Bingo.
Not only bingo but I'm really excited about a warm footlong meatball sub, so of course I begin chanting.
meatball sammach, meatball sammach, meatball sammach
The sign's getting closer, I start chanting louder
Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach!
I signal and start to slow down for my turn..
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
Gotta wait for the truck in the drive through to finish exiting and turn left before I pull into the parking lot.
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
The drive-through looks full and I don't want to wait so I park the car and go inside to get take out. As I park the car I realise that I should probably stop chanting. So I hum quitely.
hmm hmmm hmmhmm, hmm hmmm hmmhmm,hmm hmmm hmmhmm,
As I enter I look around to see....
I just walked into a Taco Bell.
I look out the window and see the Subway next door.
The lady behind the counter is looking at me because I apparently look baffled.
I look at her... look at the menu...
"I'll take a number 6 with a Dr. Pepper"
*sigh*
maybe I'll get my sammach tomorrow.
So I'm driving and I see the Subway sign way down the road and my mind wanders to a nice and warm footlong meatball sub. It's cold outside and I need warmed up.
Bingo.
Not only bingo but I'm really excited about a warm footlong meatball sub, so of course I begin chanting.
meatball sammach, meatball sammach, meatball sammach
The sign's getting closer, I start chanting louder
Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach! Meatball Sammach!
I signal and start to slow down for my turn..
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
Gotta wait for the truck in the drive through to finish exiting and turn left before I pull into the parking lot.
MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH! MEATBALL SAMMACH!
The drive-through looks full and I don't want to wait so I park the car and go inside to get take out. As I park the car I realise that I should probably stop chanting. So I hum quitely.
hmm hmmm hmmhmm, hmm hmmm hmmhmm,hmm hmmm hmmhmm,
As I enter I look around to see....
I just walked into a Taco Bell.
I look out the window and see the Subway next door.
The lady behind the counter is looking at me because I apparently look baffled.
I look at her... look at the menu...
"I'll take a number 6 with a Dr. Pepper"
*sigh*
maybe I'll get my sammach tomorrow.
Friday, April 03, 2009
String of thoughts about baloney
Most of the time when I write here, I don't know what I want to write about but I do know I want to write. Mostly just to reassure friends and family that I am yet still alive and somewhat well. It's hard to come up with a title before I write, because then I feel like I have to say within the confines of what the title dictates. Like if I titled this one "ALL ABOUT BEES"; then someone might think "Oh cool I love bees and would love to know more about them!" and then when I don't write anything about Bees, that person would leave these writings feeling cheated....but now I feel obligated.
Honey bees' wings beat 11,400 times per minute.
Bees possess five eyes.
Honeybees can perceive movements that are separated by 1/300th of a second. Humans can only sense movements separated by 1/50th of a second. Were a bee to enter a cinema, it would be able to differentiate each individual movie frame being projected.
Bees cannot recognize the color red.
A single hive contains approximately 40-45,000 bees.
There, I feel better.
I remember when I was little (yesterday) and loved to explore new places. When I first moved here to kansas, I bought a jeep.
(side note: I just realized what I just wrote there seems like two very different ideas with no connection whatsoever and I was tempted to just continue the pattern of totally random sentences but I decided not to. Yes, you're welcome)
anyhoo I just bought a jeep right when I moved here. Every day after work in the summer, the top would be off and I would find a new country dirt road just find out where it went. Sometimes it would pass over a dry (or somewhat dry) creek bed and then I would hop off the road and follow that for a while. I usually didn't bring a map or compass because the whole point was to get lost and to see new places. To find new creeks or lakes. But then it occurs to me: what happens when all the new places become old places and there are no new places to find? At least with in an evenings driving distance. But then again what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with being content with all that I have found? All the neat little creeks to play in or the beautiful country dirt roads that I am getting so used to? Contentment can be a hard thing for me sometimes.
Life expectancy of a worker Bee is approximately 28 to 35 days.
The honeycomb is composed of hexagonal cells with walls that are only 2/1000 inch thick, but support 25 times their own weight.
To make one pound of honey, workers in a hive fly 55,000 miles and tap two million flowers.
Theoretically, the energy in one ounce of honey would provide one bee with enough energy to fly around the world.
I think I found a title for this post, but I don't want to use it.
I might just leave it blank.
Livi and Mom came to visit. It was tons of fun.
I really have nothing more to say but at the same time have no desire to stop either. That would mean getting back to work....
Speaking of, I know a man with a wooden leg named smith...
A penny saved is a penny.
What goes up must come down unless it's a clay pigeon, then it gets blasted into dust and floats away.
Abby is going to be two in july. Wow.
I like Vanilla better then Chocolate?
Are you still reading this?...How about now? WOW.
How now brown cow.
This summer is going to be so much fun! My beloved and I purchased a tiller attachment for a thingy we have. I love to run the tiller. I have no Idea why. At least until I hit a rock. Then I don't like tilling at all... until I get the rock unjammed. Then I love tilling again. Isn't it amazing how fickle we can be.
Abby hates baloney.
HATES Baloney
A
T
E
S
That is til we let her eat it with a spoon.
Yeah, I know.
Weird.
But still, she hated it till she had a spoon to eat it with. And then she cut it up and shoveled it in. Sometimes I wonder how often I complain about something so stupid, and unless I have my theoretical spoon, I throw a fit. How much easier would life be if I just ate the baloney of life? No complaining just doing what needs be done. The suppers in life would go much easier.
:-)
I miss Ross and his fam. I wish He'd just eat his baloney and get his keister out here, along with his family, to visit for more then a Day.
I'd better eat my baloney and get back to work.
And now I have a suitable title for this post.
Have a great day!!
Honey bees' wings beat 11,400 times per minute.
Bees possess five eyes.
Honeybees can perceive movements that are separated by 1/300th of a second. Humans can only sense movements separated by 1/50th of a second. Were a bee to enter a cinema, it would be able to differentiate each individual movie frame being projected.
Bees cannot recognize the color red.
A single hive contains approximately 40-45,000 bees.
There, I feel better.
I remember when I was little (yesterday) and loved to explore new places. When I first moved here to kansas, I bought a jeep.
(side note: I just realized what I just wrote there seems like two very different ideas with no connection whatsoever and I was tempted to just continue the pattern of totally random sentences but I decided not to. Yes, you're welcome)
anyhoo I just bought a jeep right when I moved here. Every day after work in the summer, the top would be off and I would find a new country dirt road just find out where it went. Sometimes it would pass over a dry (or somewhat dry) creek bed and then I would hop off the road and follow that for a while. I usually didn't bring a map or compass because the whole point was to get lost and to see new places. To find new creeks or lakes. But then it occurs to me: what happens when all the new places become old places and there are no new places to find? At least with in an evenings driving distance. But then again what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with being content with all that I have found? All the neat little creeks to play in or the beautiful country dirt roads that I am getting so used to? Contentment can be a hard thing for me sometimes.
Life expectancy of a worker Bee is approximately 28 to 35 days.
The honeycomb is composed of hexagonal cells with walls that are only 2/1000 inch thick, but support 25 times their own weight.
To make one pound of honey, workers in a hive fly 55,000 miles and tap two million flowers.
Theoretically, the energy in one ounce of honey would provide one bee with enough energy to fly around the world.
I think I found a title for this post, but I don't want to use it.
I might just leave it blank.
Livi and Mom came to visit. It was tons of fun.
I really have nothing more to say but at the same time have no desire to stop either. That would mean getting back to work....
Speaking of, I know a man with a wooden leg named smith...
A penny saved is a penny.
What goes up must come down unless it's a clay pigeon, then it gets blasted into dust and floats away.
Abby is going to be two in july. Wow.
I like Vanilla better then Chocolate?
Are you still reading this?...How about now? WOW.
How now brown cow.
This summer is going to be so much fun! My beloved and I purchased a tiller attachment for a thingy we have. I love to run the tiller. I have no Idea why. At least until I hit a rock. Then I don't like tilling at all... until I get the rock unjammed. Then I love tilling again. Isn't it amazing how fickle we can be.
Abby hates baloney.
HATES Baloney
A
T
E
S
That is til we let her eat it with a spoon.
Yeah, I know.
Weird.
But still, she hated it till she had a spoon to eat it with. And then she cut it up and shoveled it in. Sometimes I wonder how often I complain about something so stupid, and unless I have my theoretical spoon, I throw a fit. How much easier would life be if I just ate the baloney of life? No complaining just doing what needs be done. The suppers in life would go much easier.
:-)
I miss Ross and his fam. I wish He'd just eat his baloney and get his keister out here, along with his family, to visit for more then a Day.
I'd better eat my baloney and get back to work.
And now I have a suitable title for this post.
Have a great day!!
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