Shooting Day!

A few weeks ago my brother and his friend took their weapons out to the Knox property to target shoot.  My nephews got straight A’s on their report cards and this is what they wanted to do. Phil, Zane and I tagged along.

 

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Day One and Two

I have company!! One of my Misfit critique partnersJen Tiszai is here visiting with her kids! They’ve never seen snow and luckily, our property is so wooded that there was still enough for the kids to enjoy!

Friday afternoon, Zane and I picked them up at the Gary Airport, which was really nice. I don’t really like going to the big airports if I don’t have to. We headed straight for the nearest MickeyD’s playplace, the kids really needed to run! Jen and I, of course, talked. Which I don’t think we’ve stopped doing since she got here.

Then to Starbucks. (Did ya really think we’d pass that up?)

Then to my house. Phil came home from work bearing gifts for all. A bouquet of flowers for Jen and Sissy, a brand-spanking new light saber for Calvin, a single rose for me, and two Star Wars Galatic Hereos for Zane.

The oddities heard from Mich’s living room ranged from “You must die” to “should we cut his hand off?” (Sissy caught this great moment on camera)

So, we’ve lived in this house going on four years and my box with wine glasses is still not unpacked. I drink out of this dusty pink colored one sent to me “free” by Harlequin. Well. They said I could keep the glass, so I did. However that presented a challenge when trying to serve my guest the house wine–y’know the box wine you guys make fun of me for drinking? Seems I have an ally now. The packaging process gives this wine a flavor that is truly delicious. Even Jen, the wine snob, said so.

Anyway, do you like her glass? She requested it. Maybe she’ll write horror with me after all…

First thing Saturday morning, the kids were outside in the snow! Here’s Sissy trying to build her snowman.

See Jen’s blog for Calvin’s “shoes are optional” photo. He gets along with Phil, who also goes into the snow barefooted. Must be a man thing.

Jen wanted to see all of our property, so we went for a walk. Calvin found a “dinosaur bone” It appeared to be a piece of spinal cord from an *ahem* extinct creature. Calvin, efficient child that he is, promptly made it into a snow cone. Uhm. Yes. We looked over and caught him scooping snow up with the bone and eating it out of his treasure.

Molly decided she needed to cool off in the murky waters of the forest. Of course, that also meant she needed a bath upon our return home from the journey.

A little more light saber action from our Jedi.

Poor Chuck’s wiped out. Looks like he’s growling, but he’s falling asleep. That snarl is actually his normal look. Poor dog’s lip gets stuck like that all the time.

And of course, the day wouldn’t be complete without Phil being horny.

Photos from Redneckville

I’m probably going to regret these incriminating photos, but really, we only live once. So here goes.

This is Phil’s wood hauling truck. If that doesn’t make us look redneck enough, stick around!

Here’s me splitting wood. We’re saving for one of those fancy hydraulic wood splitters.

And Phil splitting wood. He’s much better at it than I am!

My Goofballs.

And yet again. Clones.

That’s Chuck giving me yucky kisses.

We met this guy at Shedd Aquarium yesterday. I couldn’t help falling for his grumpy butt.

And this guy, I was trying to take a picture of something behind him and he popped up and stayed like this for about five minutes making faces at me. Gotta love an attention-seeking amphibian.