Wow what a crazy morning.
I opened the door to let Demon out and the noise I heard was not pretty.
He was on his leash thankfully and Honey had not made it out the door yet.
There was this loud screeching going on and then he picked something up and shook it and dropped it.
I thought maybe it was a possum then maybe a cat but on closer look it was a baby fox.
It was making all kinds of racket.
Demon didn't know what to do!
I was screaming for help since I had to hold Honey back and somehow get Demon in.
Pauly came to the rescue.
He helped to hold Honey and pull Demon in the door.
We got him in just in the nick of time because running up my sidewalk was Mama Fox and she was none to happy!
She grabbed her baby and ran down the sidewalk and dropped him and then came charging back at my front door where we were all watching her.
She would have torn poor Demon apart if he was outside.
Why she put her babes under the chair on my front porch while she moved them is beyond me. The porch light was on too...she must have thought they would be safe there but she must have smelled the dogs that live here.
Thankfully Demon only kills snakes and thinks all other animals are his pets to play with.
Honey would have killed it in a second if she had made it out the door.
Wish I had my camera to take a picture of Mama Fox with her baby in her mouth.
Not something you see close up every day.
So now that my poor foot with my broken toe has been trampled by Siberian Husky's I am going to be iceing it all day again today.
So much for getting down the steps to do some sewing!
I have a cute baby quilt in the making sitting down there calling my name
I can hear it calling me to sew lol.
Oh well there is always tomorrow.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Check out this Shop
Check out this shop if you love beautiful art work at affordable prices.
http://PaulysPalette.etsy.com
Some Beautiful art to peruse in here.
Come back here and let me know what you think, Pauly would love some feedback.
Thanks!
http://PaulysPalette.etsy.com
Some Beautiful art to peruse in here.
Come back here and let me know what you think, Pauly would love some feedback.
Thanks!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Give Away on this blog
Wow been a while since I have been here to post.
Hi everyone!!
Check this out
I am featured on this blog and she is hosting a giveaway of one of my items.
Lots of ways to enter
http://takeitfrom-me.blogspot.com
I hope you all had a Great Easter!
Life is going great here right now but I have been so busy that I haven't had time to post in a while.
My vacation was GREAT! My friend and me had a blast!
I will post more now that I am getting back into the swing of things lol.
Hi everyone!!
Check this out
I am featured on this blog and she is hosting a giveaway of one of my items.
Lots of ways to enter
http://takeitfrom-me.blogspot.com
I hope you all had a Great Easter!
Life is going great here right now but I have been so busy that I haven't had time to post in a while.
My vacation was GREAT! My friend and me had a blast!
I will post more now that I am getting back into the swing of things lol.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Doll
I am working on a custom doll pattern and I am stuck on the head lol.
The body is great so far.
Have to figure out how to add the pony tails.
So I am thinking and drawing and thinking some more.
Guess I should just stop thinking about it for a while and then maybe it will come to me.
The body is great so far.
Have to figure out how to add the pony tails.
So I am thinking and drawing and thinking some more.
Guess I should just stop thinking about it for a while and then maybe it will come to me.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The funniest thing I have read this week!
What little boys do for fun, and big ones to
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those Little Badass Compound Bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our place sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up Tshirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't any fire danger. I'll put it this way - a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft. hole and you had yourself a well.
Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I look over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb went off. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner . . lets face it... to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself, ether really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles) to add to the excitement.At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the ether can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie...1lb pyrodex and 16 oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker - you know?
You know what? Screw that. I'm going back in the house for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
I stepped back about 15ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHIT! He just got home from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes.I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. OH - SHIT.
When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 decibels of sound. I caught a half millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two. The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this...
THE DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE!
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That mother got up and ran off.
So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thundercats T-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback: " ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE DAMIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 feet over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s three wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later.... repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again. Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.
Dad sold his muzzleloaders a week or so later. And I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the blast or the beating. Or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery.. Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
Something they won't learn in school.
Around age 10 my dad got me one of those Little Badass Compound Bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our place sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down? Tough sumbich.
That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up Tshirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so there really wasn't any fire danger. I'll put it this way - a set of post hole diggers and a 3ft. hole and you had yourself a well.
Anyway, one summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I look over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb went off. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner . . lets face it... to a 10 yr. old mouth-breather like myself, ether really doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles) to add to the excitement.At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the ether can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie...1lb pyrodex and 16 oz of ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker - you know?
You know what? Screw that. I'm going back in the house for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
I stepped back about 15ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHIT! He just got home from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes.I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. OH - SHIT.
When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 decibels of sound. I caught a half millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two. The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this...
THE DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE!
There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That mother got up and ran off.
So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my Thundercats T-shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback: " ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE DAMIT CEASE FIRE!!!!!His hat has blown off and is 30 ft. behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 feet over our backyard. There is a Honda 185s three wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later.... repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR so dad could beat me some more. Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks mom.
One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again. Mom had been bitching about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business.
Dad sold his muzzleloaders a week or so later. And I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the blast or the beating. Or both.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery.. Its good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
Something they won't learn in school.
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