Interesting People

So, Jordan and I had a little road trip last weekend and we met some very interesting people at a very odd university (that I used to attend). There was the very nice, very wonderful, but slightly mannish young woman who is 6 foot tall and could carry me down the hall, easy. We want to nominate her for What Not to Wear, but in a totally good way. Then we had the blind friend, who had coke-bottle glasses of the caliber that I have never seen outside of a movie. You could not see this girl's eyes because the glasses were so thick. She also had one of those canes folded up hanging from her belt, all I could think of was Star Wars and when was that thing coming out! Her girlfriend was a cute little thing, like 5 foot tall and blonde. But more hyper than a border collie puppy on crack. She also had the hiccups, which is ok, but she thinks that a hiccup (mouth open) that sounds somewhere between a macaw and a cat being shot with a BB gun (don't ask) is normal. It was the most high-pitched and annoying sound I've heard come out of a human being. There was one girl that was mostly normal, but even she was just a little bit off to make you look askew at her. Of course, the whole group is obsessed with Twilight, which I had not even heard of until about 3 weeks ago, and all had gone to see the movie the night before. They were also quoting Sweeney Todd, which I still don't know what it's about, but anything that stars Johnny Depp, and Helena Bonham Carter and is directed by Tim Burton is a movie that I know I need to stay away from. All in all, it was a very odd little group of people, but that was the highlight of my weekend.

I love to hunt

Dad and I went to Uncle Gary's ranch over the weekend and we had a great time. Uncle Gary is dad's frat brother from Sigma Nu and I can remember him from when I was a little girl as the guy with a ponytail and a motorcycle. We thought he was so cool. We were the good little kids that went to school and church and cheerleading and thought it was neat that this guy would ride in on his Bike and then be gone again and not back for a few months. He and dad lost touch for a while, but dad said that it was to good of a friendship to let die, so he called Uncle Gary a few years ago and they started hanging out again. Uncle Gary has a 60 acre ranch outside of Brady (the geographic heart of Texas is not far from Brady) and he lets us come out and hunt. Dad goes a couple times of year and helps clean the place up and do whatever and I get to come down and shoot the deer :D. It's a great system.
Anyway, so we go down once or twice a year for the last three or four years (geez, I didn't realize it's been that long!) and I shoot Bambi :). On Saturday I got a little doe in the morning (told dad I like to get one in the bag and then get picky) and a giant doe in the evening. Unfortunately I pulled the shot (I swear there's something wrong with the scope, I think it got bumped or something) and she took off. Uncle Gary has put in some goats in the front pasture, so he's fixed all the fences, which means to get to the doe, I had to climb two barb wired fences, one of those twice. Now, I was never a fence climber, I was always afraid of getting hurt or ripping my clothes. So what happens? I tore my brand-new jeans in two places. Jordan asked why I wore new jeans hunting, I never get dirty! I have done this a few times and have the system down, so I can shoot, clean, and quarter a deer without getting dirty. Mainly my system is that dad gets dirty, but hey, I don't.
But anyway, minus the blood all over my shoes and the little tears in my jeans, it was a great weekend with my daddy! And Jordan had a good weekend by himself, I love my husband, but it's nice to have a little time away every now and again. I didn't take any pictures of these deer, but maybe I'll get to go again this year. I wish I'd had my camera with me when dad and I were roaming because we came across two little flocks of turkeys, one of all toms and one of hens. I'd never seen wild turkeys before, it was neat! I love being outdoors and the noisy quiet that is sitting in the blind watching the wildlife walk by.