Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sweet Carolina- Blackberry

I decided that this summer I am going to try as many wines as possible from my wonderful state of North Carolina. This shouldn't be too difficult. I love wine all the time, but especially in the summertime!

Sweet Carolina- Blackberry

I bought this bottle from Harris Teeter in Southern Pines for $10.99, a little more expensive than most of the North Carolina wines you can buy. I think it is because it is made of blackberries, which may be harder to come by than other, more-popular berries. But I really have no idea! It was absolutely delicious! It wasn't too tart, like tasting the berry right off the bush. Instead it was sweet and tasted like the full, sweet flavor of a blackberry cobbler. This wine reminds me of the sweet red color that stains your fingers when you squish a berry too hard while picking them. It made me want to rush home and check the bushes for more ripened berries! (Which I did when I got home- and picked quite a few!)

The Chatham Hill Winery was established in 1999 as one of the first wineries in the Raleigh/Durham Area. I would love to visit a local winery. I will also have to have this wine again!
This wine and the winery, being in Chatham County, down Highway 64 from Raleigh, reminded me of a song from one of my favorite bluegrass bands, Kickin' Grass:
I came make it home to Raleigh in less than half an hour, traveling from Pittsboro at 70 miles an hour. There's nothing that can slow me down, they widened 64, but the back roads ain't the back roads anymore.
Cause they're bringing in the blacktop, selling all the farms, running up the piles and running out of charm. I wonder to myself what we need all this road for, if the back roads ain't the back roads anymore.

Westbrook's

RNH and I went to RNH's hometown of Aberdeen, NC this weekend to see his folks. We also tried to catch up with a few friends. We ate dinner with the family at Shuckers on Saturday night and then decided to part ways and find some old friends to hang out with. I was hoping to be able to hang out with the couple that I met the last time we visited. They were AWESOME! They're pretty much exactly like us! It is RNH's best friend growing up. They were even born down the hall from each other in the hospital! He was supposed to be in our wedding but couldn't make it because of his crazy schedule. And because of his crazy schedule, I have only met and hung out with them one time. Anyways- we didn't get to see them. We drove around and called a few people but no one was answering. Then we went to Broad Sreet Bar & Grill. This is where RNH and his best friend worked for years as bouncers. They pretty much "raised hell" together at this place. Going back here is like entering into a part of RNH's life. Its kinda neat. So we went in, it wasn't the same crowd it used to be and he barely knew anyone. So we moved on.

Adam had forgotten that WB's even exsisted.
The guy who owned Broad Street was pretty much a legend to everyone in the area. He was also pretty much Adam's godfather. "Brook" is what they called him. Brook died a few years ago and to keep his legend going, they opened up "Westbrooks," or WBz. (Broad Street was sold to someone else.) Inside WBz is pictures from over the years of Brook and his friends. Brook also owned several bars (5+) and on all of the walls there are signs from each bar with a place people like to hang the pictures they have of Brook. Its a really cool idea. RNH was on the wall quite a few times!
The most cool thing about this bar is that Brook is watching over it. They have a tiny urn up above the bar, with him in it, surrounded by all of his most prized memoribilia. Most of it sports stuff, and the bandana that he was never seen without.
RNH and I sat in there for quite a while and enjoyed some beers. RNH reminisced about the old times with this person who was apparently one of the most enjoyable people on earth. RNH's friend Pete stopped in. (He also DJ'd our wedding!) We hung out and talked to him for a long time. Then he had to get up and leave. We said our goodbyes and he went around to the cashier to pay. Next thing we know, the bartender is handing us our credit card back. Pete had paid for our entire bar tab!!! (We had several drinks and TWO orders of their handmade chips!!!) So nice and such a suprise!!! He has already done so much for us, and then he does something else!!!

We made plans and ate breakfast with him and his girlfriend, another life-long friend of RNH. It was great. And of course we picked up this bill this time!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Bitch Fight

I'm sure everyone has had a fight that they have had to choose win or loose. It can be a tough call to make. Especially when it comes to girls fighting each other. Bitch fights. They can be bad. Real bad. Like fingernail scratching, biting, and weave-pulling-out fighting. As females this can happen quite a bit. This happened to me here recently. I had to decided to throw in the towel, or keep scratching with my nails. I kept scratching, and I'm glad I did. Because the 80 year old I was in a fight with, she wasn't going to back down either!

I'm going to [try to] keep the story short. I love my small town. I love the small-town things. I love that I can take my truck to the auto shop, 3 miles from my house, get a sandwhich or slice of cheesecake from the local corner eatery, go to Southern States and browse, check out the florist shop, etc, while they work on my truck. I love that they know me by name there, and expect my business. But I may never, ever return to this place I love.

I need my brakes replaced. I also need to go to work. I give them my car during the week, which gives them a Monday afternoon and all day Tuesday to get the work done. The guy tells me he can do it in that time and that he'd give me a call Tuesday afternoon to let me know what the final estimate is going to be. He never calls.

I call up there, Tuesday, about 2 hours before they're going to close. Plenty of time to figure out what the dealio is. The bitch answers the phone. An 80 year old woman runs the shop that her son owns. She is responsible for taking care of the books and appointments. She answers the phone in a sweet, slow, southern voice, "Yessssss, how maaaaay I help youuuuu?"

I explain my problem very slowly and clearly. I have not received a call, and I expected to have my car back today.

"Weeeeelllll, sometimesss, the things we work onnnnnn, just turn into something eeeeeelse." She says. Great. Thanks for keeping me informed.

She also says "We won't get to it tooooday, and prolllllly not tomorrow."

"Ok, thanks for letting me know. I'm going to have to come and pick up my truck." I'm a tiny bit peeved that they didn't let me know things were taking longer-than-usual. No phone call like they promised. So I march my happy ass down to the shop.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up my Ford Ranger." I say sweetly. Her son comes into the shop and wants to know why I'm taking it without the work being done. I explain that his mother told me they "prolly" can't get to my truck, even tomorrow. I tell him that I can't do "prolly" and that I have to take my truck and my business elsewhere to get it fixed. I don't have time to wait.

He is confused. I can get it done. No- you cant. You're mom told me on the phone "prooooollly." Which means to me, you don't know. I'm taking my truck to the city where they have plenty of people to work on things and take my business.

The sweet old lady throws a tantrum. "I didn't telllllllllllll youuuuuu thaaaaat." Her slow speech is picking up a bit. "I told you that we couuuuld get to it today."

Um, no. Basically you're calling me a liar. That is saying I have no integrity.

Oh no she didn't!!!

I am yelling at this sweet old lady, and she is yelling back at me. I'm furious. I don't care how old this lady is, how sweet she pretends to be, I am NOT backing down. I'm getting my point across and her son will understand that his mom has screwed up!!! I don't think I've ever yelled at an old lady, especially one that seems so sweet. And I don't think an old lady has ever yelled back at me!!! I was shocked. So shocked that I wanted to get louder, and not let her win. I had to beat this old lady. And I did. I guess. Because I walked out of the store in the middle of her "Noooo, you've got it allllll wrong." and went to get RNH. He came in the store and handled it man-to-man with the lady's son. I was fuming. And sweating. Who knew an old lady could make me so hot and bothered???

I end up leaving the truck there. The guy that owns the shop convinces me that he'll have it fixed by tomorrow when I need it.

So great, I have to show my face there again tomorrow???? Ugh. Whatever. I go and pick my truck up the next day. RNH and I take the truck to the dump. We get to 55mph and the truck starts vibrating. BAD. I'm PISSED at this point. How dare you YELL at me in your shop and then SCREW up my vehicle?!?!?!

I had to let RNH handle this one again. He calmly walks into the shop, tells them the problem. They pretend that it's nothing they did, but then promise me a free oil change. Along with the free wheel-bearing that I had got for the last mishap.

Hmph.

I loved my auto-shop. I'm upset that I don't feel I can trust them or that they do faulty work. I'm sad that I'll never be able to eat lunch and get an oil change, stress-free ever again. I'll be back to taking the car in, sitting for an hour while it gets worked on, tapping my feet the whole time wishing I was doing something else.

Oh well. Hopefully I won't come across any more bitches. Espeically the 80-year-old ones. You'd think that since she's got more age and practice at being a bitch, she'd be able to out-do me. Nope! Or maybe she's just too tired to fight any longer. Either way, I feel triumphant. I have won, won a free oil change and wheel bearing. All for standing up for myself in a bitch fight!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Summertime is Offically Here!

Summertime = baseball time. There is nothing like sitting under the lights, eating peanuts, drinking beer, and watching men in tight pants. Ok, maybe I shouldn't talk about the hot baseball players, but that is just a plus! RNH and I went to see the Durham Bulls play on Monday night. It was awesome. An up-and-coming pitcher for the Tampa Rays was pitching, so that was pretty cool. We ate at Tyler's beforehand- a place I've always wanted to eat. It was delicious! I also got a glass of one of my favorite wines- Canyon Rock Chardonnay and enjoyed it on the outdoor patio. I then proceeded to drink two tall-boys at the game. You can imagine I was a mess afterwards! Then we came home and drank some more. I broke out the banjo on the back porch and tried to strum a tune. Didn't work so well! I'm hoping to bring it to RNH's hometown this weekend. His uncle plays (and use to be in a small band) so maybe he could tune it for me and give me a few pointers. Its a pretty hard instrument to play.
We also prank-called a few of our co-workers and RNH pretended to be "Richard Roundtree" and told them that he was calling because they hit his car. We got some people pretty good and laughed a good bit about it. Oops. We shouldn't be allowed to drink together!
Today we ate Mexican in downtown Wake Forest with another couple. It was fun. Afterwards we went across the street and grabbed some ice cream from A La Mode. The best part was that they have miniature ice cream cones there and I got to witness their daughter having her first ice cream cone! It was adorable!

When we got home the sun was setting, but we discussed how badly we should have mowed the grass today. (RNH slept a little too long because of the drinking escapades we had the night before.) So we decided that we'd try to cut it real quick when we got home. I suggested that I ride the tractor while he weed-eats. He agreed. Shockingly. I never get to mow the grass- and I love to do it! Especially when we have a John Deere! The "tractor" is actually just a lawn-tractor, meaning riding lawn mower. But its true- nothin' runs like a Deere! I did pretty well mowing the grass until it got dark. Then I had to figure out how to turn the lights on! Once I figured it out, I was shocked! Those lights were better than the lights on my truck!!! I think I did a good job mowing, but only sun-up will tell!
I actually felt kind of odd mowing the grass late at night. When I was in probably 4th grade, my sister was walking home from the bus stop and our 40-something neighbor came outside naked. He showed his good to my sis. All of him. She of course ran home and told my parents who called the police. The police assured us that this was probably just a mistake and to call back if he did it again. Turns out, the very next day, Mr. King was at it again. My poor sister had to witness the atrocity twice. Yuck. She was probably in 7th grade at the time. Our parents called the police and the police showed up just in time. A man down the street was on his way to Mr. King's house to KILL him. Seriously. Mr. King had been exposing himself to his daughter for a week or so. Mr. King was arrested, we got a restraining order, and he registered as a sex offender. He also started mowing his grass at night, I'm guessing because he was embarrassed. So whenever I see someone mowing their grass at night, I associate it with a sex offender. I hope no one saw me tonight and thought the same thing!

Anyways. After the night-time grass mowing, RNH and I came inside to tidy up the house, do laundry, I worked on my Honeymoon scrapbook, etc. RNH yells out to me from the extra-bedroom. "Honey, come here." I'm thinking he wants to show me some Myrtle Beach vacation deal he's found on the internet. As I near the dark room and hear the music, I realize different. RNH has the Unity Candle from our wedding lit, and our First Dance song is playing. He grabs me and holds me close and we dance to the song like we did that night. Both of us share a few tears and laugh. It was one of the sweetest moments ever. What a romantic!!!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Blackberry Pickin'

I've started picking the blackberries in the yard. I'm trying pretty hard to stay on top of them so that I get the good ones before the birds do. Today I picked the largest blackberry I've ever seen in my life!
I'm a pretty good sight when it comes to picking these things. I usually try to do it first thing when I wake up. (This is not always morning, since my job makes me work nights.) So this afternoon I wake up at 3pm. Its sweltering hot outside and I throw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. Then I throw on my waders. What is the point in dirtying up a clean pair of socks and pants just to pick some black berries? Plus the thorns stick to your pants and sometimes stick through the pants! So I put these big ol' boots on, and it solves a lot of my problems! The ticks that live in the high grasses can't stick to the boots as well, the thorns don't pierce into my skin, and I'm not quite as scared of snakes reaching out to bite me since I've got a thick rubber boot on. The only downside: I pretty much melt inside the darn things, and I look like a ridiculous idiot. I'm sure the people driving down the side of the road don't expect to see a girl in waders on the edge of a field. But I'm thinking it will be worth it!
I'm freezing all of the ones I get so I can save them up and use them for something later. I was thinking about trying to make a blackberry preserve this year. Last year we didn't have but a cup or two of the delicious berries and I tried my first attempt at making a black berry cobbler. My mom used to make it growing up and I loved it. Well, I'm not sure what happened last year. I don't think I was paying too much attention and left out an ingredient- possibly sugar. Or at least didn't put enough in. I was cutting the recipe in 1/2 because we had so few berries. Well, lets just say when I'm cutting up a recipe, I pay better attention now! We'll see what this year has in store for these berries!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I Think My Left Hand Will Need to be Amputated!

First off, let me apologize (again) for yet another intoxicated blog below. The most unfortunate thing about blogging is, when I have the time to do it, I'm at home. Which means I'm off. When I'm off, RNH and I like to have a few drinks and relax. Maybe we have a few-to-many, but whatever. Then I get to thinking. And, well, I drunk-blog and so be it! Anyways. I'm sober now. So let me tell you about my redneck mishap today.
RNH and I worked the garden after almost 3 days of rain. You're not supposed to work a wet garden because you can spread diseases and stuff. Oops. I really hope we didn't ruin everything we've got. We just couldn't help ourselves. It was nice to be out in the sunshine once again, and the grass and weeds came up just so easy! Here are a few pics from the garden:

The strawberries (I only have one plant) I had planted in a pot. I decided that strawberries might go well in between all of the blue berry bushes. So I decided next year I'll buy some more strawberries to put there, and this year I'll just transplant this one into the ground and see how well it does. It took OFF! I think it may be a little late for the berries, so I might not get to eat them, but next year I'll know that these berries will do perfect here.

The first sign of this year's first attempt at pumpkins!!! We planted the seeds right before our three-day rain spell. I was afraid the seeds would get washed away (looks like that might have happened to the limas and habeneros) but I guess not! Its so unusual to get as much rain as we did this year in the month of June. It makes me worried that we're going to get a big hurricane come inland. I know, that might be weird. But that's what I think will happen!

The year's first 'mater!
The bloom on a Roma tomato plant. I hope we get lots of these so we can can RNH's spaghetti sauce!
I love these dragonflies! They are everywhere!
I just love to watch beans grow! I think its so neat that you can touch them to a stick, or whatever else, and just a few minutes later, you come back and the entire vine has wrapped itself around. You just have to be careful. Even walking past the plants, the little vines want to reach out and attach themselves to your clothing! They're so sticky!

Okay, enough of that. Here is what happened to me today. After working in the garden, RNH and I decided to go and fish the pond for dinner. The pond is way over-stocked in Brim and Sunfish. These fish are not the best for eating (not like eating catfish or bass, or whatever other fish that might be considered the "Catch of the Day" at a fish camp.) But we figure that we need to take fish out, so the smaller ones can get bigger and have more room to grow. We take a cooler, scaler, knives, cutting board, poles and worms down to the pond. This pond is crazy. Once you put a worm even close to the surface of the water, you've got fish biting. So we decided that RNH would fish and I would clean.
I've never cleaned a fish. Never. But I think that after cleaning a duck this past Fall, a fish is no sweat! RNH shows me and I get the gist of it. The only thing I won't do, is cut the heads off. I don't like that part. So RNH is pulling them out, cutting their heads off, and then I'm taking them to a spot in the woods to clean them. I cut off the side fins, scale the fish, slice off the bottom fins and then take the innards out. Not too bad.

At one point I punctured the doo-doo intestine. I had no clue fish doo-doo can stink that bad. I wanted to gag. There was brown muddy, stinky, smelly stuff coming out of the bottom of the fish, along with all of the blood, liver, stomach, heart (or whatever those organs were!) too. It was yucky. I thought that the fish would still be okay to eat.

I begin to get antsy and I'm just excited to have fish to eat. Plus I'm starving. RNH tells me he's going to pull just a few more out. These aren't the biggest fish in the world, and to have a good meal for two people, you're going to need a few fish. He goes to the other end of the pond to catch some big ones, and I'm finishing cleaning the fourth fish. I am done with it, just have to cut the tail off. I begin to slice, with the cutting board half-propped against my leg. I'm holding onto the board with my left hand. Then all of a sudden, my right hand slips, and I dig the fillet knife into my left wrist. Right under my hand. I swear I think the knife has gone at least a 1/2 inch into my wrist. I pull it out and it immediately gushes blood.

First thought: I'm going to die. People slit their wrists when they want to kill themselves. I've done it. I've mistakenly killed myself. No, pull yourself together. You have to make long, vertical slits to kill yourself. Besides, its a slow bleed-out. Not a sudden one. Pressure. Put pressure on it to stop the bleeding. I'm yelling at RNH to get over there. I hear him running around the pond and I feel somewhat relieved. At least if I pass out from blood-loss, he'll be able to carry me to the car and drive me to the hospital. Second concern: I've got a good fish in my hand. Can't let that go to waste.

I'm holding onto the fish in my right hand, and using my right wrist to put pressure on my left wrist to stop the bleeding. Once RNH gets to my side I tell him "Open the cooler, just open the cooler." I'm desperately trying not to cry even though it hurts so bad. He opens the cooler and I throw the fish inside. Okay, now time to address the wound.
I peel off my wrist and show RNH the puncture wound. It is nothing. It looks like a tiny scratch. The immediate area around the puncture has turned purple, but I can bend my wrist and all of my fingers, so I should be cool. I try to play cool. "Don't worry about it. I'll go up and clean it off. But I'm done cleaning fish for the day."

RNH stays behind and gathers all of our stuff, and the cooler with our dinner. I wash the wound out and bandage it up. I'm okay, sorta. It actually hurts to bend my wrist even slightly, and it hurts to type. So you should be happy. I'm sacrificing to write this long post.

Anyways. Story learned- don't try to clean fish with the cutting board 1/2 propped up on your leg. Take your time and be careful- fillet knives are sharp!

RNH mixed up a quick beer-batter and we sliced up the fish into bite sized pieces and fried them up. Let me tell you, it was delish! Oh, except for the sunfish who's pooper-shoot I pierced. I took one bite of him and spit it back out. He tasted like shit. No, seriously. Another lesson learned!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tired of Fabulous People

I really hope that I'm not offending anyone here. I'm just speaking my mind. I'm .tired. of people trying to be fabulous.

Maybe its that I'm just not like these other people. Maybe I'm not into the same things these other people are into. And that makes me non-fabulous. I'm not sure. I'm just tired of it. Maybe I should re-phrase everything- I'm talking about girls. Girls trying to be more fabulous than they are.

Let me also preface this by saying: I hate all-things fashion. I'm sorry, I just don't give a DAMN what you look like. If you look cute, I'll tell you. But I'm NOT gonna noticed that you're wearing Jimmy Choo (is that right?) or DVF, or whatever the hell else you're wearing. I don't give a damn. Clothes are clothes to me. Like I said. If. you. look. cute. You. look. cute. The end of the story! You can look cute in Wally World clothes for all I care. Its amazing how many complements I've had from girlfriends recently on clothing, shoes, accessories, etc. and I have NOT paid regular price for any of the stuff that I wear. I hardly ever wear top-notch designer things, and yet I get the same compliments everyone else does. Hmmm....

I guess I just don't get it. I don't put my value in life on wearing designer clothes. I don't post a picture of the outfit I'm wearing at the moment and blog about it. I don't give a damn. I don't take pictures of my shoes and put them on here either. Its actually kind of sad- I have several pair of shoes (most of them have come from Target) and I wear them plum-out. Like metal showing through the bottom of the heel. If I have an adorable pair of shoes, I will wear them quite often. Mostly because the shoes I buy are cute and comfy, and I refuse to go somewhere not being comfortable. If I'm not comfortable, it will show, and I will not be me. I like being me!

It's not just fashion I'm talking about though. I'm also talking about money. If you have the money to spend on top-labels, and that is what you consider important, then by all means, spend your money. I have friends that spend enormous amounts of money on really expensive clothes, and then months later they'll complain that they're so in debt. Really? Maybe you should have thought about that when you were buying that ugly Vera Wang purse.

I'm also talking about the attitude that goes with being fabulous. Just because you might have a ton of money to buy these expensive things, doesn't make you smarter than me, or better than me in ANY sort of way. So loose the attitude. When you meet me, its not a competition to see who has what and who has the better of the "what." Its just a convo. A simple convo to get to know you. I'd rather it not be a competitive one. I like "sharing" type conversations. One where you meet another girl, one that could possibly be a good girlfriend, and you share. I love to share with people. I love to give them some of my knowledge, and take their knowledge from them. I think there is an easy way to have this type of conversation without being competitive. You just share your experience, and give suggestions on ways to improve your experience, and tell the other person a way they can benefit from your experience. There is no need to SHOVE it down their throat. Just encourage people to either experience what you have, or try something, or whatever. Its easy. No competition, just sharing.

I was recently around a group of girls where I felt they thought they were much more fabulous then me. I guess what it all really boils down to, is what you feel is important. What makes you feel rich. I was having this conversation with RNH and then shared it with At Least I'm Skinny. Its really neat to look at what everyone feels "makes them rich." I feel so blessed and so rich by the land I've got, the ability to grow vegetables, be self-sufficient (at least somewhat... I'm working on it!), and have such a loving husband that doesn't try to change me. I feel rich because I live in the country and I can spend time on my back porch at night drinking a beer and relaxing with RNH and enjoying the frog noises. I have friends that are rich because they are single women, (no I'm not some feminist, GO WOMEN! kind of person) but this girl is single, has a solid job and is respected in it, has a paid car to drive, and is buying her own home. Not to mention a cool dog on top of it all! She has her own way of feeling rich. I have other friends that live in the downtown area, rent an apartment, but have great jobs and buy the style of clothes they want and spend their evenings drinking cocktails in downtown bars. To them, that is rich.

I love to think of the different ways people think they are rich. Its funny to me that someone would look at me and think I'm rich. I feel more blessed than actually rich but there are people out there that would consider us rich. Just because we have roofs over our heads.

Anyways... I guess what I'm saying is that I'm just tired of people trying to be "holier than thou." I hate girls that think just because I'm wearing an Old Navy dress and Target pair of shoes, while they wear their whatever-designer dress, shoes and handbag, that they're better than me. You're not. And I'm not better than you because I have land and can plant veggies. We can share with each other. We might not be similar in our tastes or hobbies, but we can have a regular conversation, not having any sort of competition, and learn. Its easy. Just relax. Don't get all caught up in the hype of being perfect. Just hang out damnit. Hang out and be yourself. Being fabulous is hard and takes a lot of work. We should probably leave it to the A-list celebrities. All of us regular folk, just do what you do. Then we can all get together and chat about the crazy things those A-listers wear! That makes a little more sense to me.

Okay- sorry for the rant. Just don't try to be something your not. Look around and feel blessed and rich with what you have. Don't get caught up in what is "fashionable" at the moment and try to keep up. You're not going to be able to.

And when I walk into the room wearing my Target shoes and TJ Maxx dress, tell me I'm cute!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Questions For Fun

The things I've done are in bold.

1. Started your own blog- So far so good!

2. Slept under the stars- too many camping trips and backpacking trips to count!

3. Played in a band- I guess if bands from elementary school through high school count? I played the flute and I was actually really good. I was first chair each year until my Junior year. I quit practicing because I found it to be dorky. I'd love to play that thing again!

4. Visited Hawaii

5. Watched a meteor shower- is this the same thing as a falling star? Probably not.

6. Given more than you can afford to charity

7. Been to Disney world- when I was 5 years old and had a broken toe. I mostly remember getting stuck on the Peter Pan ride. And the haunted wax museum ride. I was kinda scared but wanted to pretend like I wasn't. I sat in my dad's lap and checked everything out while my sister buried her head in my mom's shoulder. I thought I was so brave!

8. Climbed a mountain- a few! Mostly on the Appalachian Trail, in the Smokey Mountains or Appalachian, also did a 45 mile backpacking trip in Big Bend, Texas. Climbed some crazy mountains there!!!

9. Held a praying mantis

10. Sang a solo

11. Bungee jumped- the bungee tower at Myrtle Beach. I payed $50 for it. It closed down a few months later because someone died jumping off of it.

12. Visited Paris - we lived in France twice when I was little. I've visited the Tower twice. The sad thing is I was so young I barely remember most of my experience there. I wish I could go back!

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea- I stook stranded on a huge sandbar off the island of Petite Martinique, which is an island under the jurisdiction of Grenada. I seriously thought I was going to die. No shelter and a magnificent storm. I survived.

14. Taught yourself an art from scratch

15. Adopted a child- does a White's Tree Frog count? My high school boyfriend's sister-in-law had "eerT" the Tree Frog (eerT is Tree spelled backwards!). She moved to Washington State and didn't want to travel with him. She told me he was about 2 years old and he would die soon. He lived to be 8 years old and was an awesome pet!

16. Had food poisoning

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty

18. Grown your own vegetables

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France- I remember my mom saying "Remember seeing this painting, you must never forget seeing this." Instead I was busy trying to remain "lady-like" in a stuffy French museum and decided to make up an imaginary friend. My mom was telling me that when Leonardo Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa, there were clowns and other people to keep her entertained while she sat there so long. I then created "Gerber" who was small enough to fit in my pocket and would never die. He was so old, he had helped keep Mona entertained while she was being painted. I even had a specific voice that I would say was "Gerber talking." Yes, I can still do the voice. And of course, my mom sometimes still asks to speak to Gerber!

20. Slept on an overnight train

21. Had a pillow fight

22. Hitch hiked- if you've ever gotten into kayaking in the NC mountains, you'll know its necessary sometimes to hitch a ride up the mountain with your boat. Otherwise its a long hike with a boat on your back! The cool thing is that people up there are used to it and gladly give you rides!

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill

24. Built a snow fort

25. Held a lamb

26. Gone skinny dipping- too many times to count! My most recent adventure was with RNH in Mexico on our honeymoon! We got caught by a Mexican security guard on a bike. He told us we had to get out of the pool because the chemicals were bad for our skin- meaning they were shocking it in the middle of the night.... oops! He said we'd be fine if we went down to "La Playa." So instead, RNH and I skinny dipped in the ocean. I'm sure that security guard was watching us from somewhere... ew!

27. Run a Marathon

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice

29. Seen a total eclipse

30. Watched a sunrise or sunset- all the time- my job requires me to work from 7pm to 7am on a 28-day rotating cycle. Some days I get to see both sunrises and sunsets!!!

31. Hit a home run- in little league softball!

32. Been on a cruise

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person

34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors

35. Seen an Amish community- HA! My grandparents who live in Pennsylvania always tried to keep us entertained as kids when we'd visit during the summer. One year they decide to take us to visit an Amish community. We drove 2 hours (one way!) and got there. No Amish. Everyone was driving cars and on their cell phones. Turns out my grandparents were using a guide book that was 12 years old! The Amish had moved on!

36. Taught yourself a new language

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person

39. Gone rock climbing- does NC State University's rock wall count? I am NOT a fan of rock climbing. It is HARD and it hurts your hands! I like bouldering much better!

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David

41. Sung karaoke- once. At a pizza buffet in Washington D.C. on an 8th grade field trip. One of my best friends, Leslie, and I sung a few songs together. That summer she died in a car wreck. I'll never forget the karaoke!!!!

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt

43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant

44. Visited Africa

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight

46. Been transported in an ambulance- I pretty much do this every once-in-a-while because of my job. Thank God I've never been the one that needed medical attention!

47. Had your portrait painted

48. Gone deep sea fishing

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris- see #12!

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling- snorkeled in Key West, FL, Mexico, Jamaica, a few places in the US. Scuba Dived with the French in Carriacou. An island of Grenada in the West Indies.

52. Kissed in the rain

53. Played in the mud

54. Gone to a drive-in theater- we used to go to one in high school that was about 30 minutes away. I miss it- nothing like a drive-in! But I just found this one: Raleigh Road Drive-In, that is not far from the house! I can't WAIT to check it out!

55. Been in a movie

56. Visited the Great Wall of China

57. Started a business

58. Taken a martial arts class

59. Visited Russia

60. Served at a soup kitchen

61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies

62. Gone whale watching

63. Got flowers for no reason

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma

65. Gone sky diving

66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp

67. Bounced a check

68. Flown in a helicopter

69. Saved a favorite childhood toy

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial

71. Eaten caviar

72. Pieced a quilt

73. Stood in Times Square

74. Toured the Everglades

75. Been fired from a job

76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London- this was while on vacation when we lived in France (see #12). Again- I was very young and didn't really "get it." But of course my mom tried to help me understand what was happening and how important it was that I was experiencing this. Well- they have this red gravel there that covers the area. I got a piece of it blown into my eye and proceeded to have a hissy fit. I was miserable. That is the most important thing I remember of the changing of the guards!

77. Broken a bone- my big toe- a few days before going to Disney World!

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person

80. Published a book

81. Visited the Vatican

82. Bought a brand new car

83. Walked in Jerusalem

84. Had your picture in the newspaper- the only time I can think is our Engagement Announcement in RNH's small town newspaper!

85. Read the entire Bible

86. Visited the White House

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating- helped RNH pluck the duck feathers, and pull the meat out for the first time this past year! The weirdest thing about the whole experience is that the inside of the duck was warm. I hadn't "prepared" myself for that!

88. Had chickenpox

89. Saved someone’s life

90. Sat on a jury- some stupid lady sued this dead man's "estate" for injury she sustained AFTER the car wreck he caused. She was just a gold digger, and the whole jury knew it. Mwhahaha. We didn't give her what she wanted!

91. Met someone famous- Larry Johnson of the Charlotte Hornets back in 5th grade. Master P (he actually watched me play basketball!!! He was trying out for the Charlotte Bobcats and my high school was having a fund raiser for a Men's Varsity player who almost killed himself trying to get to basketball practice in time, and ended up in a coma. We were trying to raise money and Master P heard about it. He came and gave a TON of muh-lah and hung out for a bit while we were playing our Junior Varsity game!)

92. Joined a book club

93. Lost a loved one

94. Had a baby

95. Seen the Alamo in person

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake

97. Been involved in a law suit

98. Owned a cell phone

99. Been stung by a bee

100. Read an entire book in one day

That was fun! Maybe when I'm on my home computer I can post some more pictures!!!

A Fabulous Book Swap!

I have an extremely talented friend named Sarah. She is talented in a million ways, but she was the hostess of a party this weekend that really displayed her talents. Sarah came up with the idea of a "Book Swap" party. Everyone brings 5 books, you swap the books with each other, and then get together at the end of the summer to bring the books back and share about the ones you've read. It is a FABULOUS idea!!!

The party was held at the Pullen House, a historical home in Raleigh. The home was very neat and a perfect place to hold a quaint Sunday afternoon party!
Sarah not only comes up with creative party ideas, she also comes up with beautiful party decor! Sarah really thought of every little detail. She did the flower arrangements all herself- she is VERY talented!!!

This was my favorite flower arrangement- orchids, peonies (I think?), and there were even tea lights dangling from the branches!!!

Each table had a lovely arrangement on it!
I was completely obsessed with the fact that I could drink a drink with an orchid in it!!! Plus it was some delish Prosecco!!! I loved it!
The ladies hanging out, eating scrumptious food and having a lil drinky drink!

The menu. Not only was the idea for the party awesome, the decor of the party awesome, etc etc... Sarah made every little detail match with the theme of the party. The menu above matched the invitations and the entire look! And to go EVEN further- she had each menu item correspond with a popular book. Everything was so cute and so perfect, and the food was so delicious!!!


The even cooler thing about this- Sarah is starting her own event planning business. This was just a tiny example of the stuff she can do. She is incredibly talented and just a fun person in general! If you need an event planner or someone to give you a creative edge, let me know and I'll hook ya up! She's great!

On a side note: I was fortunate enough to be able to have RNH hang out with Sarah's hubby during the party (they've got a bromance going on... so it was no biggie!) and he was able to drive me home. I got to fully indulge in the party! Too much fun!

*On another side note: I'm writing this at 6am, after having worked 12 hours. Hopefully this is making sense... Can I go home yet?*

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I'm Ready... And Waiting!

Let me start off first by saying the post below is just ridiculous. I apologize for my intoxicated state. Moving on.

The biggest news in my life is that I finally got the Pressure Cooker I've been dying to get. Isn't this sad. The excitement in my life is the same excitement an 80 year old woman shares. Yiikes. Oh well. But now I'm ready for canning... and waiting for the goods to grow!!!
We drove into town today and went to Wally World. I got the Presto Pressure Cooker that I've been eyeing on the internet. I blew $100 on canning supplies. I better like to can!!! The funny thing is that a ~55 year old couple came onto the aisle and asked me what I was going to can. I told them and they shared their stories. The woman was picking up some more lids and rims for sealing. We shared a few stories about canning with our parents and grandparents, a few recipes, wished them good luck in their canning season and moved on.

Then we go to a small hardware store in town. I'm on the canning aisle there just comparing prices and checking things out. Up walks, The Stricklands. They're about 99 years old, seriously. The old man walks with a cane and for some reason wears a mask all the time. I've seen him around. We begin to chit chat about canning and they start telling me about squash pickles and other yumminess. We walk up to the register together and continue our conversation with the check out clerk. As we walk into the parking lot to our cars, the couple invite Adam and I over to their house sometime to swap recipes. They're house is the one behind the fire station with the camper. Just a mile down from the old Mill. "Oh okay! Yeah, we'll have to do that sometime!" Oh my gosh. I'm going to be hanging out with old people for the rest of my young 20-something years. Well, whatever- you can learn a ton of stuff from old people. They've been there, done that. And probably have some good recipes too! We'll see if I actually hang out with them, but it could be fun!

On another note- the 1/2 size garden that we planned to have this year, has now escalated into a garden almost the same size as last years. We've added a few more tomato plants, habenero peppers, lima beans, one cantaloupe plant, and pumpkins. YES pumpkins!!! I can't WAIT!

The garden is my BABY and I'm so proud of it this year!!!

I'm also getting WAY too excited about these guys! I just have to make sure I get to them before the ants do! Once they turn purple, the ants get to them before I can sometimes!

I also want to tell you about my Target desk. I heart Target in a MAJOR way. Even Target on-line ROCKS my face off! I bought a desk online from Target and it shipped IMMEDIATELY! I got it within a few days, assembled it and here we sit! I LOVE it! My mom has some Target furniture too and she loves hers! The desk goes so well with my beach-themed guest room! No, we don't live near the beach (about 2 hours away), but RNH and I are obsessed with it, so why not make our guest room feel like you're there? Its a fun place to hang out!



Even Chloe the kitty loves it!

Alright- next post will be on the most-awesome Book Swap party!!!

Friday, June 12, 2009

"I Be Up In the Gym, Just Workin' On My Fitness, He's My Witness"

Ok- so I'm not really "up in the gym" like Fergie. I wish I was. I used to be a gym rat in college. I LOVED pumping steel and watching all the guys around me. By-the-way, if you're single- the gym is the BEST place to meet some hotties!!! But I don't look for "hotties" anymore. So anyways- in the small town we live in, there is no gym. I used to belong to Planet Fitness (which I LOVED) because it was $10 a month, unless I was wanting to tan, then it'd be $20. It was close to my house and I felt good when I went there. Until one day I walked into the woman's dressing room and saw a TRANSVESTITE (meaning man- dressed as a woman) sitting on the locker room bench, pretending to "watch television." Yeah right- I know what you were realllly in there for....!

So because we don't have a gym here, we're forced to work out at home. We (meaning RNH and I) would prefer to do some running, however, the road in front of the house is pretty busy. Its a back country road, but our house is right before it changes to 55mph, meaning everyone is still hauling ass and they don't feel the need to hit the brakes because they're going past a few houses... So its difficult to get the cardio "in." We had to come up with something else.

We try to keep "control" of our yard. Thank GOD (yes, we're spoiled) that my parents bought us a John Deere when moving into the house. Otherwise, we'd be up the creek. So RNH mows the grass and keeps the weeds down. Well one day he comes in and says "I'm gonna go work out in the Athletic Field." Hmmm... I'm thinking, the High School that's about 15 minutes away? I ask again, "Where?" He responds, "The Athletic Field."
"Oh, okay." Is all I can say back. I'm not sure what he means. Next thing I know I'm washing dishes and looking out the kitchen window at RNH doing some push-ups in the "Athletic Field." This "Field" turns out to be the small square of grass right next to the garden. This "Athletic Field" has become his "baby." He always wants to make sure the grass is the right "height" and has even talked about making it look like a football field, to take him back to his college football days. Nice.


(The Athletic Field is to the right of the shed, and to the right of the garden.)

(This is a picture of the other 1/2 of our back yard. The tree next to the utility poll (that we graciously pay $13/month for- yes, thanks Progress Energy) is our pear tree!)

So this is where he exercises. And I've followed suit. Yes, me. We start in the "Athletic Field," and do a few jumping jacks before stretching. After that, its all down hill. We start by running about 200 yards. Maybe more than that. Its down the "Cow Path" (we named it moving it because we were told the man before us had cows and that was the path they used), and back. The Cow Path has a slight (but NOT slight when you've run it a few times) hill that leads up to the garden/ "Athletic Field" area. Running down the path and then doing a series of squats, lunges, bi-cep curls, push-ups, sit-ups, or whatever you decide, and then running back down the path... is HARSH!!! Doing a circuit work-out like that is insane and horribly hard. I thought for sure I was going to pass out doing this the other day for about 30 minutes. But that might be because I was a a friend's house and had drank alcohol and before that, we went to see The Hangover (AWESOME MOVIE!!!! by the way!) and drank a HUGE Mr. Pibb. I credit my dehydration to that! I usually don't' drink diet drinks, but come'on!!! They need to come up with a Diet Mr. Pibb. I'd be ALL over that!

So anyways. This is the "Athletic Field" where I get my fitness "on." Us rednecks gotta do what we gotta do!!!!

I hope this post (and the one below) makes sense. I actually have been drinking quite a bit tonight. I made a big blender concoction (Cosmos) and then drank out on the porch with RNH, and then interrupted by some crazy S-E-X, because we're married and we can do that. Sorry for the T-M-I. But yeah. Its been a good night at home:)

Tomorrow- hopefully hanging out with my sister's family. Maybe having them up here for a cook-out. And then Sunday is the most awesome Book-Swap Party! Can't wait!!!! And at some point this weekend- I'm buying the pressure cooker I want so bad!!! OH- and my mom is coming up soon and she is giving me my great-grandmother's canning jars!!! I'll be the 4th generation to use them!!!! Cool!

The "Harry" Beaver

No, this is not what it looks like. I am not about to blog about a "beaver." Also known (sometimes) as, a woman's private parts that are not shaven. Sorry if this disappoints you. Let me also begin by stating that I am slightly intoxicated. This, however, will not have any affect on the importance of this subject matter and how truly terrifying this story is. Instead, it may affect my grammatical errors and the creation of a sensible blog. However, I must push on and attempt to share my story.

Today RNH and I traveled to the river to fish. We go to our normal spot and begin to drown worms. It is just an average day on the river. We fish from the first spot and talk as we do normally. Then we begin to gather our things to move down the river to a better spot. All of a sudden:

SPLASH!!!

KATHUNK!!!

THWACK!!!

Something across the river, on the bank, on a tree above the river, had fallen into the water. As soon as we started moving. Meaning we startled it, and it jumped into the river. I swear I saw something HUGE fall into the water. Well... I had forgot my gun, thankfully RNH has his and he draws it. I grab him and tell him we've GOT to go. I'm freaked out. This animal sounded like a grown MAN had hit the water. I am absolutely, positively sure, that there is a ginormous animal out there that is going to get us! (We've seen cat paws out in the woods that are the size of my hand... seriously.) I'm terrified and ready to head back to dry land. RNH insists that we stay- he promises he'll pump a few bullets in whatever comes near.

We move down the river and begin to fish again. I'm looking over my shoulder every single second and staring into the water expecting a Loch Ness Monster to appear. I'm really scared. Nothing comes up out of the water, nothing moves. We catch a few catfish, but the bass aren't biting as they usually are. Probably because of the loud THWACK in the water.

Then we hear it again. THWACK!!!! THWACK!!!

Its a "dam" beaver. This time we see his head above water, and he's down the river a bit. Not RIGHT in front of us like last time. He still scares the ever-living POOP outta me!
The beaver continues to do this for a while, scaring me each time he does it. But he's never as close as he was the first time, telling us that he's kinda scared of us. And besides RNH has some metal to show him if he does try anything on us! We keep fishing, the beaver keeps his occasional "thwack" and everything is good. Then RNH gets stuck by a catfish whisker and we end up going back home because he got stuck pretty good and it won't stop bleeding. Plus I'm hungry.

When we get back I check out a beaver website that says beavers hit their tails on the water when they're alarmed and feel threatened. So, there ya go. I check out a beaver website, RNH checks out Beaver Recipes. Awesome.

I'd be all about trying some beaver stew, but this is the same beaver that swam within a few feet of me while hunting this winter. He's adorable. I really like him. So instead I suggest to RNH that we name him "Harry" in reference to the perverted "hairy beavers" that people like to refer to as women's "bushes." But RNH hates the name "Harry" and insists that we name him "Enrique." Despite the fact that Mexico probably doesn't have beavers. Who knows if Spain does. Oh well. So Enrique officially scared the crap out of me today. I'll be watching that beaver next time we're down there... and make sure I keep my gun handy!

*Also- the ONE and ONLY time I don't bring my camera to the river- and miss the photo op with Enrique... DANGIT!*

Monday, June 8, 2009

Just. Stuff.

My sister asked me if all I was gonna blog about was redneck stuff. She said "Surely there is more to your life than being a redneck." Well, unfortunately, there's not! Although I will do a quick re-cap of Memorial Day because it was retarded. In a bad way!

RNH and I went to hang out with the most fabulous couple! The guys took their baby to the park and to run some errands while us girls did a lot of chit-chatting and getting ready for the book-swap party Sarah is hosting. We did some embossing for the invitations- of which I later got mine in the mail, and I can already tell the party will be fabulous!!! Anyways- the boys brought the baby back and took off to see some boy-movie. Well the baby was tired and took a nap, so we continued on with our embossing and popped open a bottle of bubbly. I'm not sure which came first, the pink champagne, the Riesling, or my friend's favorite bottle of wine that can only be bought in Germany, but we ended up drinking 4 bottles of wine. Once the boys were back, we ate a delicious meal and kept drinking. Then we hung out in the front yard, because us rednecks had to try and rub off on our friends somehow. Anyways- on the ride home, I did something unmentionable, which will remain not-spoken about, and also had to ask RNH to pull his truck over so I could barf on the side of the road. Let me tell you this though- the scenery was pretty cool, I was barfing on the banks of Falls Lake. Yes, very beautiful. I continued my barfing charades once at home, only after having taken all of my clothes off except for my thong. Yes- something you definitely want your new husband to see. I don't think he'll ever find me sexy ever again! (Although he says it didn't matter to him... whatever!!!)

RNH and I drinking in our friend's front yard. (This was before the barfing charades!

On another note: something very crazy and insane happened at work last night. I got to be a small part of it, but it was one of the coolest things I'll probably ever be able to experience in my career. Oh, and I also made the news because of it! Not my name, just my face! But I'm not gonna say anything about it on here- why? Because I have a top secret job. Hence why I also feel the need to make all of my pictures look like I'm a strange black alien.

On a redneck note: I weeded 1/2 the garden today. Everything is looking reeeeally good. I'm excited for this years garden, especially since last year was such a disaster! I'm learning... slowly, how to garden the right way. RNH and I are pretty disappointed we didn't plant corn this year- especially with all of the rain we're getting. Oh well- there's always next year!

Also, RNH and I finally made it down to the river to fish. We didn't have the constant-fish-biting that we do in the pond, but we had several "tugs" to get our hearts racing! Last year we caught a ton of small catfish in the river, and about 5 bass. We put it all back except for 3 of the bigger bass, which we brought up to the pond in hopes to create a predator for the over-stocked pond. Well we didn't do that until later in the Fall and I don't think the bass survived the winter. Anyways- RNH caught about a 2 pound bass that we got SO excited about! We took that sucker and stuck it in the pond!!! We caught a few good-size brim & sunfish, but put them all back, in hopes of catching another big bass. Well, we got poured on and RNH fell into the river with his waiters on and wasn't a happy camper, so we headed back inside. Overall we felt it was a successful fishing trip and can't wait to get back down there!


The River, which is the line of our property. On the other side is someones tobacco fields. Its kinda tough to get to because you have to walk along the edge of the swamp and woods. Its definitely worth it once you get there!
Looking the other way down the river. A beaver lives down that way!

A decent-sized bass that RNH caught and we put into the pond to try and control the fish population!
Someone fell in the riiiiiver!

This is the swamp! This area is barren (except for water!) in the winter and where we do our duck hunting. You couldn't pay me to go in there during the summer. I'm sure there are TONS of snakes and turtles! We take the path along side the swamp where it meets the woods!
On another side note: I decided that there is no other feeling like stepping onto your back porch in the middle of the night and soaking in the sounds of the crickets, frogs and other bugs. No car noises, no city lights, no people making noises. Just plain ol' God's country. I absolutely love it and love how it brings me back to Him!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Getting Rubbed Off On

I think "getting rubbed off on" by some people is a good thing, as long as they're good people! Well- in this case, I have gotten rubbed off on. In a very redneck-almost-white-trash sort of way. It may be kind of scary to a lot of you. Here are my examples:This was before I even married RNH. I'm actually wearing my camo-jacket because it was cold outside, I also have on my PINK pajamas. I'm wearing a "Bride to Be" crown leftover from my Bachelorette Party, because I was getting drunk and realized I'd never be able to wear it after I'm married. I've also got a Margaritaville glass with rum & coke inside. The part of the picture that you canNOT see is down below my waist. My pajama pants were hanging down, causing the top of my thong to stick out way above my pants. Yes- this is what a redneck does on her night off with her soon-to-be hubby. Sit out on the porch, listening to the sounds of the woods, with a bride crown on, and her thong showing. Awesomeness. Another example of how being "rubbed off on" by a redneck, can be a bad thing. In this example I'm not actually hunting, just walking through the woods. I'm wearing all camo because we had been hunting at some point earlier in the week, month or year... who knows. And the problem with wearing hunting clothes is that you shouldn't wash them because the animals can pick up the clean scent easier. Ater our hunting adventures, we hang up our clothes in the garage and let them "breathe." So when we go walking in the the woods, we might as well put those clothes on too. No sense in dirty-ing up another set of clothes. And the orange hat? Well, sometimes I get scared that I'm going to get shot. And if I'm just walking around back there in camo, there might be a pretty good chance of it. So sometimes I wear a very stylish blaze-orange hat.
This is not me, its RNH. Just thought I'd show you who is doing the "rubbing." Yes, he is on a John Deer and drinking a Bud Light. No, he is not cutting the grass. Yes, it is dark. He just wanted to get on the tractor! We're obviously meant for each other, because I think his tractor's sexy! Haha! :)

I actually find tree stands to be terrifying and I could never sit up in one for hours waiting on a buck. I'd fall asleep and fall out! I'm actually surprised I didn't fall out just getting up there for a picture!
This is RNH and I taking a family portrait. That's right- out on the pond in our camo! I think the picture actually turned out really cute! We've got a picture at this same exact spot during every season on our land!This picture was kinda scary before. Its just terrifying now that I blacked the eyes out! This is me duck hunting in the wee hours of the morning this past Fall.

Here I am holding up one of RNH's prizes for the day. Its a muscovy duck. I wasn't out there when he got it because my stomach was upset so I went in to go back to bed. This was a very important day because of his two catches. I wasn't there for it. I do not feel like a good redneck wife because I missed such an important occasion.

This is RNH and I on Christmas last year. He got a pair of camo-overalls from my mom so that we can match now. I got INSANELY excited over the fact that Redhead makes hunting clothes for women (yes, that is what rednecks get excited over!), and of course my mom gave us tons of ammo. As RNH taught me, you can never have enough ammo!

Even when we go into the big city, we've still gotta find a way back to our roots. Haha! This is me riding the bull at City Limits Saloon in Raleigh for my Bachelorette. You gotta have a redneck batchelorette party if you're marrying a redneck!

And of course we like to "rub off" on our friends. RNH and I are on the right, and our good friends on the left. We had them up to the house for a little shooting with some big guns!

Those are just a few exampes of how my redneck hubby is rubbing off on me. Some may think in a no-so-good way. But I like it and I'm having fun! I can't wait to see what else lies out there for us to do together! We've been on so many adventures already and I can't wait for more! We're actually going to the river tomorrow. We haven't been in months and we're both a little scared because its grown up so much in the woods. I'm nervous about seeing a water moccasin or something. We'll see how it goes. And hopefully I won't run into any Stinging Saddleback Caterpillars!!!