Blogging Again!

Contrary to popular rumors, I have neither fallen off the face of the earth or keeled over dead. I am indeed "alive', the "and well" is debatable. I can honestly say that I've never been so stressed in my life as I have been the past few weeks, which has directly led to a hiatus in blogging. As I've mentioned in the past, we're relocating (under duress) to Little Rock - which means we're selling The Homestead and looking for a new one. If it were only that simple. In my mind, when I think of THE BIG MOVE it appears just like that - all capitals: THE BIG MOVE.

First of all, as with most remodel jobs, there have been several areas of the house not finished, which we had to finish before even listing the property. It's finally now mostly completed, and I'm considering hiring myself out now for tiling jobs. I have to say, it does look mighty good. And of course, since we were some of those lucky schmucks who bought a house during the big real estate bubble and are now trying to sell in a deflated market, we're probably going to lose our butts. Moving is stressful enough when everything is going your way, but when it's not a person has a tendancy to want to do nothing more than hide under the bed or in a dark closet. All there is to do is to just muddle through with as much dignity and fortitude as possible. I've already lost dignity - on a recent home-scouting trip to Little Rock it hit me like a ton of bricks that we were going to be living in THE CITY...or at the very least, near THE CITY, and much to hubby's horror I pulled a "woman thing" and burst into tears in IHOP. It's hard to look cool eating a strawberry crepe while trying to keep tears from running into the strawberry syrup, and battling snot bubbles with your napkin.

I know it will all work out, and things happen for a reason. It still doesn't stop me from wanting to poke people in the eyeball who say those things to me.

Well, over the past couple of months I've had numerous blogworthy experiences. While I can't remember them all, one event can't NOT make the blog.

*drumroll*

I got a turkey.


YES...the World's Worst Turkey Hunter bears that mantle no more. After nearly two weeks of beliving this season was going to end as abysmally as previous seasons, I encountered what my brother decided was a "special needs" turkey. Special Needs or not, he was a decent turkey, with a 10 1/4" beard and inch-long spurs. The experience was absolutely awesome, and if I wasn't hooked on turkey hunting before, there's no going back now. I'm a certified turkey freak. I'm sure there are many who would argue that I'm just a freak in general.

They'd probably be right.