Well, shoot!

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So yes, we are going to be having puppies. 
And no, that hair on Michael is not real. It's a wig.
For Halloween 2 years ago. 
See? We're getting there! 
He still won't wear knickers and knee socks together, but he'll wear a wig for me. 
Now that's love.
This Halloween, I'm priming him to be Bob Barker by making him watch hour after hour of The Price is Right. 
I'll be dressing down by being myself as a contestant on his show. 
Can't you just see it? 
He'll be giving away cars and washer/dryer sets left and right and I'll be the over-exuberant contestant. 
We'll be perfect!
It's either that or go as Annie Oakley and Wild Bill Hickock. 
In that case I better get my aim on.
What better way to do so than go clay pigeon shooting on top of the world?
None. 
None, I say.
I don't know what it is, but seeing my man shoot a gun is seriously HOT. 
I love it.
The way he is almost always 10 for 10, but isn't because he doesn't want to make me feel bad. 
(P.S. Bytheway, This trip I was dead. on.) 
And the way he can pull the trap and then bring up his gun to hit the clay 
all in one swift movement is beyond sexy. 
Seriously.You guys should see it.
Or maybe you shouldn't. 
I'm not in a sharing mood.

Time to reload. 
I find it safer (and easier for me to remember how many shots I have left in the magazine) to only have two loaded at a time. It also makes it more challenging if you know you only have so many shots to fire to get it right. 

Hunter brought a friend along and they both shot their .22's at a flip target. 
I think we went through two boxes of ammo that day, just for them.

A rare sighting.
This here is an LPS Blue Hand Tanager.
They live inside pockets, toy boxes, and sometimes, dog mouths.

We were fortunate enough to spot and catch one this day.

That would be the devil dog and her owner standing guard near the snacks.
There is no joking around when it comes to protecting her Cheetos.

A final parting shot of paradise.

Comments

Penny said…
So good to have you back on line Em. I miss your posts- I love to hear of your travels an see the posts of the kiddos. You are such an all star in my book of life! love you- mom
March 13, 2012 at 5:42 PM
The Raguskus Family said…
thanks for the comment! i seriously LOVE reading your blog. you crack me up everytime, you are so creative! wish we lived closer still too! hopefully we can catch up one of these times you come to UTAH!
March 16, 2012 at 10:13 PM
Unknown said…
what! first off before I go off on any other tangent (?) is that right? well anyhoo, clay pigeon shooting, ALL TIME FAVORITE thing to do... but Mr. Higgins just flings them with his hand thrower thingy for me and for himself then shoots...yeah baby it is way cool! and then for the other thing...YOU HAD ME AT the VISUAL. NOT FUNNY ERMA not FUNNY AT all! lol I had my phone in my hand...and was ready to call your mama before I even got finished reading to YELL at her for not calling me or putting the news of YOUR pregnancy in the paper....Y E AAAA and then WHAM! well one good thing...puppies don't talk back, they just eat sleep and poop like a baby but they don't talk back. hehehe and as always sweet ERMA I loved ready the last 3 posts because I am such a slacker....luv ya girlie
March 23, 2012 at 1:21 PM
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