Just a Taste of BOW

Oooooh, BOW was this weekend and it was a blast yet again! I mean literally a blast, as evidenced by the 5 Conservation agents (well, 1 Sheriff too) supervising 5 women who are fixing to blow those targets to kingdom come. This was Pistol 2 which is about self-defense with a firearm. Yikes! More to come later....

Couple of Questions Answered

1) BOW is rockin'! (Becoming an Outdoor Woman - check it out on outdooralabama.com or something like that.) You can skin a deer then go enjoy cocktails with your cabinmates....and karaoke....but only after lots of cocktails! My sister-in-law introduced me to it (shout out, Elizabeth!) and now we have a contingent from down here as well as friends we've made from all over the state. They have one in every state, by the way.

2) I didn't scare anybody at Halloween, they just weren't sure if their doctor was a man or a woman. We did have to move a little boy out of the Pirate room because he got scared (lots of knives and fat bellies hanging over pants, you get the picture). And I did have to take my sword away from another little boy who was fixing to put my eye out. (I really hate spanking the patients, but that's what the belt is for!)

3) Betty Gillum would most assuredly NOT be proud of me! Although my neighbor's child asked who was REALLY playing the piano, like it sounded good!!!!

Teardrops on my pencil sharpener

Lucas shared with Mimi and myself tonight that when I was away at BOW last weekend, he dripped the tears he cried into the pencil sharpener I had given him from a previous trip to North Carolina. Drew said maybe that's why the pencil sharpener doesn't work anymore - it's rusted out. That Lucas is a con artist - when I asked him about it later, he said he was just joking. Although maybe con artist isn't the right word; just think about the lines he'll feed his wife about how much he missed her, etc. Romantic would be a better term I think.

BOW's a-comin!

Oh boy, it's that time of year again - Becoming an Outdoor Woman. Wake the kids...call the neighbors! No, no, tell the kids to quit cryin' and close the curtains 'cause the neighbors have done called the po-lice! This is some kind of fun - just look at Elizabeth shootin' that gun with Huggin' Bear! He tells nothing but bad dumb blonde jokes at the campfire on Saturday nights, so we've begun boycotting that in favor of drinking....uh, I mean visiting with our fellow roommates over key lime pie martinis. This year there'll be karaoke in the cabin - wonder if we can charge admission? Maybe extort some money from the other cabins just to shut up and go to bed? Much more likely!

And looky-here - I'm a poster girl for the website. My proudest moment. Mother's too....I'm sure. She was just too choked up to tell me. I know, Mom, I know.