It’s here, ladies. Deer Season 2010. Opening Day. National Wear the Brightest Orange You Can Possibly Find Day. Run, deer, run … the men in our lives are after you.
I’ve been hunting once or twice. Maybe three times, but I probably slept through the third excursion, which is why the numbers are foggy. When I was younger, my dad and brothers recruited me to go goose hunting. Not surprisingly, I was the one they sent running into the corn fields to scare up the geese. (Um, isn’t that what dogs are for?) To this day, I still remember the smell of gun powder once my dad fired. And then more gun powder once he fired again. Ahhhh … more gun powder after he fired a third time and finally took one down. 🙂
Fast forward a decade or two: I met Tommy. He took me turkey hunting. We drove what-seemed-like five hours up north, dressed ourselves in head-to-toe camo, creeped into the woods at what must have been 4 a.m., and then … we sat. Actually, I napped. When I woke up, I ate some trail mix. Had a sip of Gatorade. And there Tommy was, still wide-eyed and bushy tailed, staring into the trees, panning the ground for the illusive turkey. He used four different turkey calls in hopes of imitating a hen … or something. Well, the calls worked … on a squirrel. Another nap. Soon, it was time for dinner. So, we left. No turkey, just a whole lot of peace and quiet up in God’s Country. Which I can totally appreciate, BUT, if you’re looking for turkeys, here’s what I suggest …
Drive down Brookfield Road. You don’t even have to stop. Turkeys LOVE two lanes of speeding traffic. They don’t care if you’re dressed in camo and hiding in the bushes. I saw a family of nine turkeys in my inlaws’ backyard. Tommy used his iPhone turkey app and called them closer. We took some photos. And then, we went out for breakfast at Perkin’s. All within one hour … now that’s my kind of hunting.
Here’s my point: Men, you’re not fooling us. Hunting is pretty much the only thing known to man that (most) wives will absolutely never want to do. We get it; it’s a vacation. You drive seven hours to “the woods,” drink beer, wear stinky clothes, dress in orange snow pants and hunt beautiful animals, because all of these things combined ensure a Wife Proof Weekend. And you know what? We’re totally OK with that. God made shopping malls as collateral. Even Steven. Done and DONE.
I thought I’d post a few photos of Dahlia, a newborn I recently photographed. You see, Dahlia has something I totally envy. A few of my close friends know I have big hopes of someday having a baby with a full head of ridiculously dark hair. But seeing as how I’m blonde and Tommy is … well, Tommy is taller than his hair, he says 😉 … so who really knows what color it is? I doubt it’s black, though. A girl can hope the blonde genes collide. Until then, here’s adorable little Dahlia …
I also wanted to quickly show you a sample birth announcement. I’ll have to post some pictures of the actual announcements soon, but below are the designs. Each announcement is 5×7, double-sided, printed on a beautiful pearl cardstock. A set of 25 (envelopes included, white or parchment) is just $50! Totally worth every penny, if you ask me. 🙂
Side 1:
Side 2:
One last thing: In case you missed it on my Facebook page, winter promotions have begun! If you complete any session in the month of December, you’ll receive a free 11×14 print!
Happy Weekend, everyone. 🙂
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