Opportunity missed...

If we'd known, Ambulance Driver could have made some very nice redneck art with his buck butt Sunday night.

Deer Butt Alien Head art is just good clean fun for the whole family. You can get helpful how-tos over here at The Discriminating Explorer.

Driving away from the range at Blogorado, a large buck played havoc with Ambulance Driver's radiator. Since the state wouldn't let him keep the very front end, he might at least have come home with a very inviting door bell holster rendered from the opposite pole.

I rilly want one of these!

My favorite deer carcass crafting tip from the website: Make sure to tie-off the hiney hole.

Charmed!

Speaking of proper disposition of a carcass - I have a brilliant photo of a Sawz-all in action, but it's mebbe too grisly for public display. I wonder if Sarah Brady has a problem with Sawz-alls? A mighty handy tool, imho. Ya gotta love hanging out with well -equipped people.

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Speaking of charms, this little beaut which belongs to Old NFO was utterly slobber-worthy, don't you agree? Love those grips.

*le sigh*

The big winners for me this weekend were the Colt's Python. I shot one belonging to Old NFO (he has the coolest stuff!) and learned I was right to be so smitten with those things. A Python will remain at the very top of my list of must-haves. Then there was FarmMom's Taurus Judge. I shot the .45 and the .410 shotgun shells from it. FarmMom assures me there's no more satisfying or immediate way of dispatching slithering things. Blasting away at a waterbottle, I was in paroxysms of giddiness seeing a pizza-sized bounce of rocks, soil and pebbles - pretty spectacular.

There's more still to tell, not the least of which will be a post soon in which I'll wax euphoric over FarmMom's cooking (blog, FarmMom, blog!) and of FarmGirl and FarmDad and the whole FarmFamily's gracious hospitality and pure-dee party magic. Will try to do that tomorrow.

Silly Dinosaur!

Leaving town late Friday meant we stopped overnight in Amarillo, which was fine with me. I love Amarillo. We managed to get a few snaps of Stanley Marsh 3's kooky signs around town- always a treat. We'll have to go see the Ramses Legs on highway 27 next time.

Give it up, Dino.

LawDog will give you indigestion. Then he'll cut and shoot his way out of your belly. Srsly. [yes, I know this stripe of dino was herbivorous. Don't spoil my fun.]

On the way up to Blogorado from Amarillo, we stopped at the Cimarron Heritage Museum in Boise City, Oklahoma, having been drawn by this lovely actual-size critter.. We were in a bit of a hurry, but we've made a mental note to stop back through - they've got lots of great stuff to look at there- lots of ephemera from the pioneer days.

Fun stuff.

More to come.

Nut Up or Shut Up

I've got a week's worth of posts in me on the trip up to Blogorado as well as the event itself.

I'm back home in Elsewhere, however, and I am too tired to post much today, so this will have to do.

As you may know, Ambulance Driver hit a large buck on the way from the range Sunday night as we were heading over to FarmFamily's house for dinner. The night before, FarmMom had fried up some appetizers for everyone, and I took one and ate it. Chewy. Springy, even. Hmm. Interesting texture and flavour. Turns out you don't have to go all the way into the Rocky Mountains to sample one of their variety of oyster. They weren't bad, just a little odd. Maybe with a creamy garlic sauce?

Anyhoo, when that lovely buck was lying on the road, I thought his, uh, prognosticles looked soft, furry, so I decided to see for myself.

"Stop abusing that poor dead animal!" someone exhorted in mock outrage.

"I'm not abusing it, I'm respecting it. You must respect the buck nuts" I said in mock reverence. Having eaten another animal's ball the night before, there seemed a toothsome symmetry to fondling this other pair. Book-endish, even. Anyhoo - Christina took a picture.

Anyway, that's prolly the most dull thing you could hear about Blogorado, but tonight, it's all I can give.

Happy Birthday and Thank you to the Marines

And a personal thanks to Steve for his service. I'm proud of you.

Blogorado totally PWNS Broad Ripple action.

If, driving between venues in Broad Ripple blogmeets you should happen to run over a local, you will have a mangled bicycle in your grille and a lot of paperwork with the local authorities and bad feeling with the local hippies.

After hitting a local resident between venues at Blogorado, we have backstrap.

I'm just sayin'...

[addendum - This was not intended as a slight to Broad Ripple, which is a gathering I would dearly love to attend my ownself, but merely to portray the goes-to-11 degree of ossumness that was Blogorado. I have to say that Blogorado totally PWNS the two gunblogger gatherings, I hosted, as well. Farmfamily is uniquely positioned and resourceful to put together an event which few could hope to parallel in any degree. They really hit it out of the park. More on that, soon.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Pupcake!

Poor, exploited pup.

So innocent and pure.

His mama misses him.

We've already done the beefcake version. This here's Pupcake.

Bela Lugosi's Dead - Ukelele Style

Gus and Fin are at it again.

If, like me, your teenaged self oozed unctuously around town, too cool for the room, styling to Bauhaus' doom-crooning hit, then you'll love this version.

White on white

translucent black capes

back from the rack...
red velvet lines
the black box...

Oh, the drama!


Clever boys.

Off to a late start...

Life intervened and I'm launching late out of Elsewhere. What bums me is that I'll be driving through my beloved Panhandle after dark. I love the rugged countryside out there. Stirring.

I talked to Farmgirl last night and to Christina tonight, and it sounds as though things at Blogorado are already, well, colorful.

*ahem*

Sounds like a hoot. I can't wait to get there for some shooty goodness. I'm bringing my .22 Browning rifle and also some super collibri for lots of Calamity Phlegm style shooty goodness.

Mm mm good, indeed.
Gotta go paint my nails. Laters.

What kind of bloggery is this?

In which Our Heroine engages in the dropping of the names and other, show-offy sorts of behaviours...

After work today, I'm off to Blogorado where, yeah, I'll be hanging out with FarmGirl and her guests who'll include Atomic Nerds, Breda, Matt G & JPG, Ambulance Driver, Snarky, Christina, AEPilotJim, OldNFO, SnarkyBytes, at least one mystery surprise guest, someone with a .50 cal in tow, and Buck and Roy and the whole Hee Haw gang. And LawDog. Did I mention LawDog? I love mentioning LawDog. Sorely missed will be Peter, who's still on the mend, alas, and Hols who would've added that Southern Belle quality to the occasion which I so love. *le sigh*

FarmFamily killed the fatted calf. Om nom nom.
We're gonna shoot stuff and eat lots of dead cow. Good times!

Facèré Jewelry Art Gallery

Since Zozza closed in Dallas, Facèré is my favorite jewelry store in the US. I've been there one time when visiting friends in Seattle.

I'm loving the gold and blackened steel jewelry by this artist, Peg Fetter--particularly the simple steel rings with the gold wrap.
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I'm thrilled by the trophy giraffe brooch here, for some reason. This may mean I'm unwell in some way. Cute!

I'm thinking I may need to reward myself sometime in the future... note to self.

Great stuff...

Pupdate: fresh from the wiener factory.

Daisy has resigned herself to the fact that she's going to need help with all those little bairns, and so after the first couple days' standoffishness, she started bringing the pups one by one to Sis for inspection, apparently.

I's hard to believe this little roundy-snouted beast will one day have a long-and-pointy countenance, but such is the nature of puppydom, eh? What pretty little things they be. :)

Here's to puppy breath and all that baby softness! Here's to still being in the stage in which Mama dog cleans up after them.

Hey dad- this'll make you laugh!

Have a Brock Samson kind of day.

Zombie season is here...

I don't know about you, but I never liked the straightforward horror films so much, but the bad-pun fests that were Army of Darkness and its ilk made me squeal with delight.

In that tradition, we now have Zombieland, which is one of the best howlfests I've seen in ages. This weekend I squandered that extra hour giggling maniacally at this movie. What makes it even better is that the Woody Harrelson (I've never liked him until this film) is a made-over former neighbor of mine, one my niece and I called Chomp-Chomp Cowboy.

Funny stuff. See this film. For one thing, it'll make you think: in a post-apocalyptic world, Twinkie extinction is a real problem, and I expect Moon Pies would not be far behind, alas. Turns out there is something to be said for being taken out in the first wave. I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without Moon Pies.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Baby Wieners!

My sister's mini Dachsie, Daisy, had six baby wieners Friday morning.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!

I will not take a puppy.

I will not take a puppy.

I will not take a puppy.

Probably not.

Most likely not.

DEFINITELY not.

I don't need a puppy.

I won't be taking one.

I'm told I don't need one.

I probably won't.