8 Ways You Know You're on a Hunt With Your Wife

This weekend was a good one.

Wanna know why?

Cause I went on my first ever deer hunt.

My first ever archery deer hunt...there's a two-fer if I ever heard one.

I didn't kill anything, though. ...which would've made the weekend even better.

But I think my mom is happy about it - that I didn't "kill Bambi."

Thanks mom. Thanks for wishing failure upon me.

Even though I didn't kill anything, I saw six bucks and 2 does (the plural of "doe,"...don't worry I googled it) between Saturday and Sunday, and as long as I see an animal or two, and know there out there somehwere, I can't even be mad about not killing one.

I'm still a newb at this hunting/archery thing, so I didn't have high expectations for myself.

I just enjoyed the weekend with my husband in the great outdoors.

...Speaking of my husband.

Like I said, this whole hunting thing is still pretty new for me. So, likewise, having me around on a hunt is new for Nate too. 

That said...

You know you're hunting with your wife when...  

-You have to hike slower.

A lot slower.

-The noise coming from the ground blind is louder and more frequent.

...I just can't sit still for three hours straight.

I just can't.

-It takes longer to describe where the deer are when you find 'em in your binoculars

"Where? I don't see them. Where did you say? I still don't see them." 

-You have to take pictures...often...cause your wife's a blogger.

...and if you don't, she will.

...picture taking is really hard when you're in a camp full of men.

Men just don't appreciate picture taking the way women do.

-It takes 3-4 alarms before you're up and ready to go in the morning

...5am is freakin' earlllly for a weekend

-You have to hear about how "cute" the "little" does are

-There's pink in your camo bin

-You have to keep using the Scent-Away cause your wife keeps putting on 

lip gloss and hand lotion - which naturally, smells much too human

And there you have it.

I asked Nate if he regretted taking me with him this weekend, and he said 

"No. I just know I need to change my tactics a little now."

Thanks for putting that softly.

'preciate it.

Happy Monday

You wanna know something funny?

I couldn't decide if I felt like blogging tonight, and just as I had made up my mind like, "yeah, I'm gonna get bloggy tonight," I accidently stepped on the really pointy heel of one of my shoes and it freakin hurt so bad that I was like, "this is stupid. I don't wanna blog tonight. Cause now I'm pissed. And in pain."

...But then my adult self told my 5 year old self to quit pouting and being a brat just cause you

 got a boo-boo on your foot. 

So alas, here I am. Blogging after all. 

There's an intro if I ever heard one.

So, happy Monday everyone? I realize the general consensus is usually that Monday's are not really happy. But today was totally happy for me...besides the boo-boo on my foot 

we already went over. And that didn't even happen 'til right now, so really it had no effect 

on my Monday.

But I digress.

This Monday was happy for me because it was my first official day on the state payroll.

That's right. 

My first big-girl job is officially official!

...and if you follow me on Instagram (ahem, MissRiss0409) you know this by the fact that I totally have my own name plate outside my cube now:

For those of you that don't know, I've been interning for the State for about the last year - meaning technically I've been employed by a temp agency. So last week the state positions finally opened up...and I got the job!

So I'm pretty pumped I won't be one of those statistics that either:

A.) Is a college grad that can't find a job

or

B.) Is an adult that never actually works in the field they went to school for.

...And plus, now that my big-girl job is finally secured, hopefully Nate won't be as mad when it comes time to pay those student loans. 

So since my offer letter was a great way to start the weekend, I told Nate a celebratory dinner was in order...and I got to choose the menu.

So we had:

And:

Shrimp and mac n' cheese. 

Oh and wine. You can't really celebrate something without wine.

What can I say...I'm not hard to please.

The rest of the weekend consisted of:

Archery range,

Pooches,

And we had an early bday celebration for my mom, whose birthday is this week. And it looked a little like this:

...So you know, the usual.

Mom got a popcorn maker.

Like, a legit, movie theatre machine popcorn maker. 

Movie nights at her house from now on.

Nate and I also did yard work...but I didn't take pictures of that, nor do you want to see pictures of that, cause I promise you...it wasn't pretty.

It's not all the way done yet, but at least the yard is now livable again. 

Thank the Lord.

I realize I haven't finished posting about our New Mexico anniversary trip.

I'll get there. 

Have you ever taken a whole-freakin-bunch of pictures of the same thing, so each one is basically the same, but some of the quality might be slightly better in some than in others, so it takes a really long time to sort through them and figure out which ones you're gonna use on your blog?

That's where I'm at right now. 

George Strait practically filled my memory card and I've been too lazy to sort through all of them.

...no offense George.

Maybe later this week? Meet you back here? 

Same time, same place.