Hunting Season

December brings in feasant hunters from all over. Anywhere you go, there are men dressed in their camo pants and jackets. They hide out in the wheat fields waiting for a feasant to cross their path and when it does, they hopefully win a dinner prize. It is cold, sometimes wet, definitely windy, and I assume, boring.

I have discovered a better and more efficient way to hunt wild game. Lets see, so far my hunting record is as follows:
1. barely a hawk
2. almost a coyote
3. definitely a few birds
4. hardly a jack rabbit
5. and a scoot away from a burrowing owl

I would say that my list of animals almost caught in my hunt are way more exciting than a feasant...and all I used was my vehicle. In my opinion, car hunting should be the next big "hit" for hunters all around.

The Great Veggie Debate

So I've come to find another difference between city folk and small town folk - vegetables! Small town folk are what I would call "snobs" when it comes to vegetables.
Trent has said things like, "Are these green beans from a can? I can tell. You can taste the can." How do you taste the can?
I've also heard things like, "Wow, this frozen corn is pretty good." What do you mean it is pretty good? It's corn! If you like corn, of course it is good! Corn is corn.
Apparently Trent's family is not the only people who feel this way about vegetables. All the women at school agree that there is a huge difference between fresh vegetables grown from a local garden, and vegetables that come from a can or the freezer. To which I reply, "Normal people eat veggies from a can all the time and never think any different!" Perhaps it was just my family that ate vegetables from a can, but I still can not taste the difference.

In other news, I think we have mice. I discovered some suspicious droppings in our bathroom the other day. Trent told me that this was a good possibility, but I usually try not to believe the bad things he tells me. I have yet to actually see the creature, but now I have to turn the light on when I use the bathroom in the middle of the night because I'm afraid I might step on one. My team teacher told me a story about her husband using the bathroom in the middle of the night and hearing hissing noises. When he turned on the light, there was a RAT in the toilet. I am forever scarred from that story.

Road Kill

So I've seen a poor cat been hit in the road. I've seen a poor puppy been hit in the road. In San Antonio, we see poor Bambi's been hit in the road. But only in Earth do you see a poor cow been hit in the road. Yes, yes - it seems that someone's poor cow got out and was hit by a vehicle. I know what it did to the cow; I can only imagine what it did to the vehicle!

Cotton stripping is almost over. Yay! That means I can have Trent in the evenings again. Although, his late hours means that I get to watch what I want to watch on T.V. Thanks goodness for DVR!

So I told you about the Olton Sorority, right? Well, I have decided that I don't really want to be friends with old ladies that wear sorority pins on their blouses, wear buns in their hair, and recite the sorority pledge with a secret handshake - not really my cup of tea.
Well, it turns out that there are a few other young ladies from right here in Earth that were seeking the same friendship I was searching for. One called me up a couple of weeks ago about possibly starting our own social gathering of young women from Earth. Myself and three other young girls met tonight for the first time to construct a list of other young Earthite gals that might be interested in the same.
You might be astonished to find out that there were four young girls from Earth that met tonight, but just wait - together we came up with a list of about 14 girls we would want to invite. Can you believe that? I didn't know Earth even had 14 people living in it! Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but still...14! We will invite all of them to get together for food and fellowship on December 4 at my house.
Wish me luck as I continue my quest for a friend!

Trent and His Stripper

So Trent has been coming home really late at night. It was beginning to concern me, so I decided to play detective and fight out where he has been spending his evenings...you will never believe what I discovered.
Trent has been spending all of his time with a stripper!

Ok, so I'm talking about a cotton stripper. It is cotton harvest and Trent spends all day and night riding back and forth in the cotton fields collecting new fluff. Trent actually does not drive the stripper. He's actually in charge of driving the truck that the stripper dumps all the cotton into (there is a name for this truck, but its something weird and I don't remember it at the moment.) Then the cotton gets dumped into another truck that compresses the cotton in to massive cotton bricks along the highway to be picked up.

The wind picked up a few days, so along with cotton balls flying along the highway, I also played frogger with tumbleweeds yesterday. Welcome to West Texas!

Small Town Trick-Or-Treatin'

Here are a couple major differences between Halloween in the big city and in a small town:

1. In San Antonio we began Trick-Or-Treating when the sun was going down. In Earth and Olton they finish Trick-Or-Treating before the sun goes down. As soon as the school bell rang, parents picked up their children and began the door knocking spree.

2. In San Antonio we strolled up and down the neighborhood streets knocking on the doors of people's homes. In Earth and Olton the businesses open their doors to Trick-Or-Treaters. The children walk up and down Main Street gathering candy from the banks, the post office, the gift shops, the clinic, the grocery store, and the care center.

So I experienced my first Halloween in a small town. It was a charming scene driving through the small town watching the children dressed in costumes walking down Main Street. It was almost right out of a movie. However, we live right off of the highway, so needless to say, we did not have any Trick-Or-Treaters come to our door, except our adorable neice and nephew.

One major holiday passed, two to go. I guess I will begin shopping for my Christmas decorations now!

The Joys of Buying a New House...Make That an Old House

It all started when my parents came to help me move into my new...old house. My dear mother accidentally dropped an earring down the drain in the guest bathroom. In the process of retrieving her earring, the pipe was apparently so old, that it just broke in half. It took several weeks to finally replace the pipe in the guest bathroom. But that's just the beginning...

Since then, we have:
1. replaced a leaking sky light (and we still lack the second sky light)
2. repair the sprinkler system
3. fix the broken heater
4. buy several parts for a disfunctional dryer
5. repair a shower that leaks into the kitchen
6. unclog bath and shower drains after the power went off
7. replace leaking faucet on the water heater after discovering a large puddle in the hallway

Ah, I'm sure there will be more added to the list before the end of the year...especially when winter comes, but we have thoroughly enjoyed our new old house, despite the speed bumps. Our master bathroom is finished and gorgeous, and we are almost finished painting everything we wanted to paint. In the spring we will probably begin reshaping the outside parts of our new old home. I will try to upload some pictures of the facelift we have given our home as soon as I find my camera charger which was somehow lost in the move. But for now, I think I hear a paintbrush calling my name.

Roosters and Such

Welp, it has been a while since I have updated. I just wanted to let you know that we are still alive!

The fruit flies are also still alive. I'm going to buy some vinegar to drown those suckers today. Trent and I have turned it into a game competition to see who can kill the most. We think we have found the source: there is a sky light on our back porch that attracts those flies like a magnet.

I also found a car wash in Olton. I thought I was going to have to wash my own car, gasp! However, I can get the outside and the inside of my car cleaned in Olton...by appointment only, and for a high price. But totally worth it!

Also, I have been meaning to let you know that roosters really do crow in the morning. Every morning when I get to school, I can hear several roosters crowing from somewhere in town. It's how I know that I'm awake!

And now I shall go buy my vinegar.