Update of events

I have really neglected my blog. I hate people who use excuses but we have been incredibly busy. I haven't been conserned with posting lately due to the lack of comment but then I find out several of you just view my blog but don't leave comments. So, here's the run down of events for the last several weeks:

Cade and Snowball

Our beloved cat, Snowball, was ran over last week. Snowball was a great hunter and fearless cat. He, yes it was a he not that you could tell by his name, was the leader of our cat pack, the protector of the barn, and beloved friend to my boys. Snowballs lack of fear ended up getting him too close to the road the night of homecoming and he met his maker. Cade was devastated and demanded a new kitty. Of course, not being able to say no, I took him to Pet-Co and we bought a new kitty. Cade has named him Sam. Sam is nothing, and I do mean NOTHING like Snowball. Sam was born in a shelter, INDOORS, and fears everything. He loves our dog Daisy, or maybe that is backwards and Daisy loves Sam. Either way, we are stuck with this fearful, indoor wanna be cat, but we love him.

Parker

Parker has hunted with Carey since he was very little. He has never shot a deer and I expected this year to be the same. Although, this year they leased a different field to hunt on. It's about 15-20 minutes away and they have seen a huge buck and several doe all over this 40. I hate hunting but I figured it was good bonding time for Parker and his dad. He loves the outdoors and I cheerfully say every year, "You gonna shoot a deer this year?" Always hoping he gets my sensitivity and just enjoys watching instead of harming. Unfortunately this year he pulled the trigger. He brought home his first deer, a doe. I can mark this down as a partial battle won even though he shot a beautiful animal. Parker came home very upset and told me the entire story how the doe had fawns with her and they ran off momentarily after the gun shot but came back after a few minutes to finish eating off the field. He told me he never wanted to shoot a deer again. YIPPEE! Carey loves to fish and hunt and I love to feed and pet. They say God puts opposites together for balance. Boy does he ever!

Carey and Shanon

Carey and I have been working out together for nearly a month. We go right after we drop the boys off at school and do resistance training. I feel like "The Arnold!" I love working out with my husband although there are times when I'd like to drop a weight on his toe! It has been a long time since we have worked out together. Carey, as most of you know, is very lean and must have the metabolism of a rock star. He stays leans with definition regardless if he picks up a weight or steps on a treadmill. We have been working it like champions. I am finally getting those GUNS I wanted, biceps that is. I stay late and get my cardio in since he refused to go more than a mile.

Finally, a few nights ago I drove the Gator down past the pond to fill up the deer feeders... (YES we feed and watch, no shooting on our land:-) on the way back up to the house there was a beautiful harvest moon over our house. I took a picture, it's not the best but you and see a bright full moon.

So there it is. A few of the crazy moments in the past weeks from our household. We are anxiously awaiting Halloween and our trip to Colorado. I'll post more this week about Halloween.

Busy Weekend

I have lots of pictures to post from our busy weekend. Megan is finally back in Oklahoma ... YIPPEE! She came to town to watch Cade play soccer, Parker play football, tale gate, go to the game, then spent the night with us. It's so good to have her back in OK! :-)

Family First

My cousin, Kim, was here for a long weekend from Ohio last weekend. We have been best friends since we were little girls and I hate it that she lives so far away. She has her own family, four children all under 6, and I have mine so we cherish our few visits each year. The main reason for her quick return was to check on her dad. My uncle recently had a heart attack. Kim's relationship with her dad resembles the relationship with my dad. We are very close to our fathers and worry about them immensely. Since her trip was planned quickly she was unable to bring all the kiddos but she was able to bring her youngest daughter Gabriella, or Grabs as we call her. Grabs loved my little cocker Daisy, maybe a little too much!

Little Carey

I was downloading pictures to the computer and found this picture that Parker took of himself. I can't believe how much he looks like Carey in this picture. I laughed out loud when I found it. Parker kept asking me, "What's so funny, mom? Do I look funny?" Everyone is always telling me how much he looks like his dad but I guess I just realized it for myself. We were at the OSU football game a few weeks ago when a lady stopped me and asked me if Carey was Parker's dad. At first I thought she was kidding, just trying to be funny... whose your babies daddy sort of thing, but then she proceeded to tell me she was Carey's 3rd grade teacher (the same grade Parker's currently in) and how they look just alike. She said she hadn't seen Carey in years. How funny! Enjoy the laugh.

My baby lost his first tooth

Cade finally lost his first tooth. This tooth has been dangling by a thread for a couple of days but he was too scared to pull it. Tonight, mean mom told him to pull it or she would. After a few minutes of negotiating he finally pulled his tooth. Ironically you can't even tell he pulled it because his new tooth is right behind it and is as big as the baby tooth. Cade is on the phone with grandma to tell her about his big news in the picure. Good bye cute little baby teeth--hello big, chicklet, future brace teeth.

MY KNEES HURT!

I set a personal goal a couple weeks ago to help motivate me with my running. I set a goal of 15 miles a week. This usually comes in a combination of many different ways. I may run 4.5 miles on Monday and then maybe just 1 mile on Tuesday followed by 3 miles on Wednesday etc... I try not to set a goal for each day or I will just set myself up for failure. This system of a weekly goal had been working until last week when my knees began to ache and hurt! I've been taking the maximum amount of Motrin and today I switched to Aleve. Of course everyone has heard about how bad running is on your knees but I'm afraid I'm experiencing it. I have this vision in my head from last weeks episode of the Biggest Loser when the Dr. showed the teams their body's advanced age from the lack of proper nutrition. The only difference is my body is in an advanced arthritic age stage due to years of squats, lunges, and running. So , my point is I guess I may as well eat all the food I so desperately crave and get fat and enjoy life. Just kidding!

Poor Kitty

Since moving outside city limits we had four baby kittens. Early this week we were down to three, not sure what happened to the fourth one and I probably don't want to know. Especially if I had anything to do with the disapperance of the poor baby. Possibilites:

1) Kitty rode under my car to my mother-in-laws house and found a new home with nice caring neighbors.

2) Kitty ate some decon and met Jesus in the sky.

3) Kitty ran away to find its mom.

Since I was down to three kittens I thought I'd better take them to the vet to get their shots, neuter/spay, etc. The kittens were home less than 24 hours when our spotted kitty, Squeaky, started acting very odd. She was still bleeding from her surgery and still had no interest in walking, eating, or being around humans or it's fellow feline family. I called the vet and she got her in right away. Findings by the vet: popped a stitch and possible ingestion of some rat poison!!! I feel awful. I am waiting for my vet to call back to give me the news. The possible conversation that I'd give my kids lingers in the back of my mind. It starts with, "Mommy is an idiot for believing Grandma when she said the kittens wouldn't bother the decon." Ok, maybe not quite so dramatic but my mom definitely isn't getting Grandma of the year this year.