My Weekend, and Living Room Surveillance

My first instinct, as I sit down to write this post is to be like, "Sorry folks, it's been a few days since I've blogged," but really, I'd hate to start out a blog post that way... cause I hate it when other bloggers start their posts out that way.

Don't apologize for being MIA in blogland.

It just means you've been out, living your life.

And I'm happy for you.

Go girl. Keep living your life. 

And get back to me (i.e. blogland) whenever your little heart desires.

So anyway, I meant to sit down Sunday night and tell you (via blog post) all about my weekend, and how my mom and I went and saw Hairspray at the local theatre. 

...and how it was just so fun and full of awesome-ness that we never stopped dancing in our seats.

...and how we went to Postino's before the show and enjoyed a Bellini (or three) and some Bruschetta that was absolutely amazeballs. 

...and how it was a pretty fantastic Friday night.

...but I ended up going grocery shopping instead. You know, cause Sunday's are for grocery shopping.

And then I was gonna post about my weekend on Monday night, but then my favorite baseball team started making a comeback in the 8th and 9th innings and I got distracted.

So here we are on Tuesday and I've already inadvertently told you about my Friday night. 

So Saturday Nate and I loaded up the quad (and when I say "Nate and I," I really mean just Nate) and drove up north to buzz around, do some shooting, and check some Trail Cams he set out.

Turkey tracks!

I came to this realization long ago, but it was glaringly obvious to me this weekend that my husband is so much cooler than me.

There's just no getting around it.

On another note, if you're unfamiliar with what a Trail Cam is (or 'Game Camera'), or their purpose -  basically, a hunter can attach a camera to a tree that is motion censored and thus, takes a picture every time something moves...namely animals. The idea is that the hunter can see if the animal they're hunting frequents their spot often enough.

Personally, I love to photobomb Nate's cameras.

It brings me great joy.

For example:

Anyway, this weekend we were hoping for some deer on his camera, but unfortunately got nada.

There were, however, a few bears.

Whenever I look at pictures from his Trail Cams I kind of feel as if I'm conducting surveillance on the wilderness.

On that note, speaking of surveillance (that was a pretty slick transition, no?)...last week we came home from work to a bunch of stuff chewed up and strewn about all over the living room. 

Not cool dogs, not cool. 

So what do you do when your dogs are behaving badly while you're gone all day at work?

You spy on them.

Via Trail Cam.

The good news is, no inanimate objects came to life a la Toy Story. 

That would've confirmed all my childhood fears. So I'm glad we avoided that.

The other good news is we found the culprit.

The photographic evidence doesn't prove it yet, but I just know it was a team effort, even though it was Maycee who was caught on camera.

Beyond behaving badly, the photos were pretty much what I expected for a typical day in the life of a dog...or two:

Bark

Hang out

Keep an eye out for marauders 

And of course this is Nate's, "Maycee, did you do this??" lecture after we got home.

So anyway, I started this post off telling you about my weekend and somehow took a left turn about how we set up cameras in the living room to catch the dogs being bad.

...Good thing school is over and I'm not being graded on the cohesiveness of this post.

Happy Tuesday folks!