It's a guy thing? No. Family thing. Definitely.

We went out to a neighbor's ranch and shot our bows over the weekend. I always love doing this because it makes me feel like a man. Actually, I just like to watch my man when he shoots. He won't let me feel him when he's shooting though. But if you could see his biceps and triceps bulging when he pulls it back, you would want to touch him too. And we'll stop right there.



Laynee was hilarious. She kept using this arrow and holding it like we would if it were in our bow strings. She was even closing one eye and aiming at the target.

That would be the target. We like to get as life like as we can around here. No sissy hay bales set up for us. No way.

Layna also insisted on wearing her Da-da. (Her dress.) She leaves the house kicking and screaming if she's not in proper attire.

We like dill pickle sunflower seeds. Spitting them out on the ground also makes us feel like men.

Hunter said I reminded him of Legolas with my arrows in my back pocket. Sweet. On my way to manhood.

Good form, boy.

Just to prove that I am feminine, I took this shot of the fruit tree in our friend's front yard. See? I like pink.

This would be Mugsy. Our friend's sheep herding dog. She's the best pup ever. She is so sweet and loves the kids and loves chasing sheep and is awesome at protecting her master. Just the other night, our friend said that he heard a ruckus on his front porch. He went out just in time to see Mugsy with a raccoon tail in her mouth and a tail-less raccoon running away with one hairless leg. I bet if it were down to Daisy and a 'coon, we'd find Daisy saying, "Listen, I won't stop you from getting into the trash just so long as you leave me all the dirty diapers. Comprende?"

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to paint my toenails, have my hair done and go shopping for sparklies. Because I am not a man.