Our "after Christmas" trip to the ranch is sadly over. We love going there and spending time with everyone. It's good to see Uncle Stanley and Aunt Diane, Michael, Nicole, Christopher and Kristin. And, of course, we love the hunting. This year was a time of firsts. First year that neither of the girls were able to go with us, and Cj's first kill. He did so well and is still excited about it.
My cousin, Michael, presented me with my first deer mount. Its so cool! Not the mack daddy, but not bad for a girl.
Michael caught an armadillo and drug it out of its hole for all to see. That was, achem, strange. (but a first)
We were visited by what we lovingly refer to as "the Martie Party". Its a loud, crazy bunch of Moore's that love the ranch - did I mention they were loud? :) Its Martie, (my birth father), his wife Christine (which would be my birth step mother), Jason and Yesenia (my half brother and his wife), their daughter Scarlett (cutie patootie), Matthew (another half brother) and his girlfriend, Areli. They are always fun, but a little loud. (for hunting)
Scarlett - too cute!
Then, of course, just when we are packing up and getting ready to leave (so we can actually make an extra stop in San Antonio and still get home before midnight), Mike has to shoot some freak nasty that he had spotted on the deer cam the day before. Because of Cjs smack down, and Mike's ambush, it took us until 3pm to get everything cleaned and put up to even think about heading home. I voted to hang out in San Antonio Tuesday night to rest before heading home on Wednesday, but was overruled. Oh well, another road trip it is!
Thanks to Uncle Stanley and Aunt Diane for their gracious hospitality. To Martie and Ms. Chris for the use of their camper, and to south Texas for another exciting few days in the wild.

Besides, my Grandma always said that if a cake didn't fall apart, it wasn't any good. That's the hope I'm holding on to!






Ever since I was a small child, I have had a horrible fear of birds. Any kind. Ducks, chickens, live ones, dead ones. Its so strange, and I'm at peace with that. Fair's are kinda creepy to me anyway, but to add birds???? ON PURPOSE???? Someone is just sick. I'm sure this would be a great time for someone, but not me! No, Paula, you are on your own with this one!







This is our backyard covered with snow. The little prints that cut through the middle of the picture? Yes, that's CJ's footprints. He couldn't stand it. He ran to the little tree and back - in his pjs.
Thanks, Mike!
Mom and Carly posing by the fire pit. Mom is working the camo!
We got home and I had to get a shower and head to church to sing. Mom went with me. It was nice. I led worship for my kids and Mom sat in and loved every minute. Our children's church (ages 6-11yrs) is so much fun. It's high energy, high entertainment and full on church - but on their level. We sang and had a blast and then my friend, Andrew got up to get his preach on. He's an amazing volunteer at our church that told me tonight that he leaves in a few days for somewhere I've never heard of. I don't know, somewhere in the Persian Gulf, but either way he will be missed. The kids love him and so do us adults. He will be protecting our country from the outside, so say a quick prayer for him as he lives out his dream and answers his call. Here's Andrew talking with the children....
Then after church, I came into the kitchen to over hear Caitlin and CJ discussing something very important, I'm sure. Not sure what the topic of conversation was, but they were definitely up to something...
Our day rounded out, yet again, with the Wii. CJ challenged Billy with another round of boxing. I'm not sure what makes grown adults think they are still in high school, but even my sister and I got in on it. CJ beat Billy and then I boxed my sister and FINALLY won. She used to beat me up when we were kids and I finally was able to come back. J/k...she's awesome and I'm so glad that she was able to come out to visit. I miss her when we are not together.
On a sad note....our fish died today. Or at least that's what I thought. I'll let you be the judge. I tried to prepare CJ by telling him quietly that I needed to talk to him about the fish and as I brought him to the bowl, I calmly told him that I think the fish is dead. 

He's really cute and sweet. He is a true lap dog, where Winston is more of a cat. Or maybe like a rabid squirrel? I'm not sure, but it works for us. 
This morning, we got up and started cooking at 6am. I got the turkey and the cornbread in the oven to cook then Cathy got up and after a quick trip to the store for pie shells (yes, I forgot pie shells), we threw together a ham, some sweet potatoes, beans, cornbread dressing, pumpkin pies, chocolate pie, some mashed potatoes and gravy. Most of which is resting somewhere between my hips and my thighs. But its worth it. Paula stopped by while out visiting her family. She is so awesome....my Mom has decided to adopt her into our family since she just fits right in with us and our dysfunctional-ness. Anyway, our day is winding down with a little Texas vs. Texas A&M on tv...... I am thankful......


Then, a few lights came back on and "the voice" came on the speaker and said, "Attention Walmart shoppers....if you would like to complete your purchase, you must go now to the nearest register and check out. There power is out and the battery backup that runs the registers only lasts 30 minutes!" So off to register #9 I go! Well, me and about 150 other Walmart shoppers.
I made my purchases, and of course forgot some things, but that was my "me time". I guess I'll try again next weekend.

