~ Top Fourteen Things Heard during Hunting Season 2010 ~
14. Do I smell catshit?
13. I think this is a road, or it MIGHT be a creek.
12. As it were.
11. I HOPE you know what you're talking about.
10. This is blah blah springs, Dad. Yup, knew that.
9. Rhonda, grab all of your electonics, there's a waterbar!
8. What does a cashew look like?
7. Who is Don Quixote?
6. I wanted to stop talking, but everyone KEPT LISTENING!
5. You just want to be on Dancing with the Stars, don't you?
4. You just want to be on Roadhunting with the Stars, don't you?
3. You just want to be on Dancing with the Roadhunting Chocolate Eating Stars, don't you?
2. You're a candyass Pocahontas.
1. C'mon, Big Fat!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Posted by Sam at 12:37 PM
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Still snowing. 9:00 am. 5/5/10.
Send help. My mental health is at stake.
Posted by Sam at 9:10 AM
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
For those of you not fortunate enough to know my cousin Jenny, please allow me to introduce her. Her name is Jennifer Lynn McCumber Komp. Ah, I can see from the applause that most of you already know her. Well, we have alot of material to cover, so please hold your applause to the end. Thank you. Yes, we all have known great Jennifers in the world. Some of you may be familiar with a little known film actor of Greek descent...Jennifer Aniston.
This Jennifer is pretty, talented, rich and very successful, but not quite the caliber of the Jennifer we are honoring today.
Others may know about a singer/actress named Jennifer Lopez...ya know, Jenny from the Block. She too is quite lovely, but can't hold a candle to our Jennifer.
So, just so you know...the best Jennifer of all, the best Jennifer in the history of all Jennifers is OUR VERY OWN! We get to have her in our very own family! HOW INCREDIBLY lucky are we!?!!
Yes, there she is. In her element. With her beautiful children, in a beautiful field of flowers. Beauty abounds!! Just look at her.
Ok, so you're wondering why the superfluous post about our wonderful Jennifer? A) She deserves it. B) She introduced me to our friend...The Pioneer Woman. www.thepioneerwoman.com. It's only the greatest blog ever. And so, Jenny went down there, children and husband in tow and stood in line for like HOURS AND HOURS and then...and then....let me be there in SPIRIT by taking my picture. I was moved, touched, verkelmpt and all of those things!! Thank you so much. That was awesome!!
Posted by Sam at 11:33 AM
Monday, March 29, 2010
What a break we had! Went to Oceanside on Monday, and stayed in the GLORIOUS beach house mom and dad graciously rented for us, and played on the beach, ate at the Sea Hag, watched them play the bottles, laughed until my face hurt, chewed gum biotch (inside joke) and had a MARVELOUS TIME! Hardest part was leaving this gorgeous gourmet kitchen, it was so lovely!!! Anyway, then hit the zoo on the way home. Such a nice week! Thanks, Grandma Red and Papa Big Truck!! We LOVE you!!!
Cave @ Oceanside - Emma wasn't a huge fan. Can you tell? Me neither, really. Saw a BUNCH of falling rocks before entering. Yikesy poo.
Nonnie looks like she thinks I am going to harm her or sumpthin. :)
Baby Annie Woo. She hearts me so.
Posted by Sam at 3:38 PM
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
UG. Really? I am not going to tip my WHOLE hand. I'll just post some of the ones that won't make the readers cringe.
Top Ten Fights With Him
1. The other day, we argued loudly over the Toyota recall. He says brakes were the main cause, I say acceleration. Yep, he left for work pissed at me. Deeply important issue to him, apparently. We don't own a Toyota, mind you.
2. Once we argued for miles on a trip through Baker Co because he calls Sumpter SUMPNER. SUMPNER. I don't see an "n" in that word, do you? So freaking hard headed.
3. I assembled his hamburger bun for him one night. He comes in and says "WHY DID YOU MESS UP MY HAMBURGER!" "YOU KNOW I LIKE MY TOMATO BEFORE MY LETTUCE!!!" Wow. I hate it when things like that ruin my dinner. ;)
4. Once he had worked really hard on the weekends, like six or so months straight without a day off. He was super tired. I always offered to drive home on the way back from John Day. He never let me. Ever. Once he finally relented. I got in, pulled out onto the road and bashed a deer. He was really really happy with me. Yikes.
5. Once while traveling to CO, I needed to pee and was super uncomfy. He refused to stop. I finally said that if he did not stop, he would be minus one passenger. He finally stopped and I refused to get back in the rig. He laughed at me. LAUGHED. Wrong move, Bucko. I walked for miles and miles. Looking for the nearest payphone. To call Mom and Dad. To drive to UT to pick me up. (Good thing I finally got back in the pickup.)
Ok, five. That's about all I can think of that's share-worthy. TAG! You're all it!
Posted by Sam at 9:41 PM
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Quick post to share my WNBA star with you. Another great season. Cute girls and fun. The things I allow myself to be roped into... :) She's in the purple tee, second from the right end. She did really well this season. Last season in elementary. :( Now off to big kid land next year. YIKES!
Posted by Sam at 4:19 PM
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Through pain and struggle, loss and desperation....happiness, joy, laughter and light
Through all the highest highs and lowest lows.
Where would we all be...
Without our amazing family?
Posted by Sam at 10:35 AM
Monday, March 8, 2010
I was just over in the main office using the paper cutter. The Marie Antionette-like large 1960's contraption that every office cannot live without....that one. I really thought I was paying attention, talking to a co-worker, cut, talk, cut, talk. She left the room and BAM! Almost chopped the tip of my index finger off. Now it's throbbing, hot and turning purple. Fun stuff. As I got to thinking about it...my index fingers have truly been through the ringer. (Not a desperate attempt at a pun, I'm serious.) Anyway, this finger...the now purple and not-severed one, also had itself SMASHED barbarically in a large 8+' metal and glass door at our local jewlery store on or around August 3, 1996. How did I remember the date? I was dropping my wedding ring off to have it soldered right before my wedding. My poor little finger had to be bandaged on the big day, and you know what? It has never been the same....and boy neither have I! (Slight digression.) The nail grows improperly and funky looking...there are two layers. Ick.
As for the other index finger....got it STUCK in a KitchenAid mixer when I was 9 or 10. STUCK inbetween the beaters...those beaters in those days were welded into one unit...my finger was amongst the mangled mess. Sure you've all head this story...so glad Rhonda was there to "save the day". ;) Hee hee. My message today? Take care of your pointers. For they help you point, use the "T, G, R, F, E" keys on your keyboard along with MANY other things busy mommies need our pointers for. Don't chop, smash and mixer them. K?
Posted by Sam at 11:05 AM
Sunday, March 7, 2010
What a busy weekend. 50 degree temps left me itching to clean out my flowerbeds....so I hit them and hit them hard. Sissy and I worked on the front beds, cleaned out the muck and rearranged the authentic John Day river rock, and cleaned out my whiskey barrels and the berm too. It always makes my wrists sore to do all that raking. Isn't that strange that I don't ache too badly anywhere else after serious yard work...just my wrists. Such a wimpo. Then today we decided to bike ride down to the park and take some batting practice. Getting these punks geared up for baseball season, baby. T's gonna be a hitter this season, and sissy just needs her confidence back. Who knows, the glasses may help too. She can really hit when she wantsta. Stinker. Wanted to make the Pioneer Woman apple fritters all weekend, and DIDN'T get that done, so that will have to roll over to tomorrow. OH TOMORROW!!! My sweet friend just graduated from beauty school, and she is like style fashionista cutie pants kinda girl, and now I am officially one of her FIRST clients! Tomorrow is hair day. Boy do I need it. Ok, that covers it. TTFN.
Posted by Sam at 11:16 PM
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
So, I'm coaching the wee girl again this year...but something dramatically different has happened this year. She's no longer the 4th grade semi-timid quiet player. She's in the 5th grade, dangit...and she's got MOOOOVES!! I couldn't be prouder of her, she's an offensive rebounding, point guard playing, defense playin' fool, I tell ya! I am going to attempt to get some pictures today. With timing the quarters, keeping the lineup straight, giving my college student ref a hard time and calling him zebra, goofing off with the girlies, and chatting with the asst. coach, I forget to photograph the games. But I will. Again, just couldn't be prouder of that little chicky. :)
Posted by Sam at 9:38 AM
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So yesterday I was a big fat cranky pants most of the morning. I think I stayed up too late goofing off on facebook, but I was OUT OF SORTS. Like annoying MYSELF cranky. Then I walked in the cold crisp air with my friend and no coat at noon. Poof. Better. That, and I had a cheeseburger AND fries for dinner. Nice to OVERINDULGE from time to time.
Posted by Sam at 11:12 AM
Friday, January 22, 2010
It's Jay's birthday today.
It's been a hard year for him.
He gave me my two most precious gifts ever.
He's got great arms.
He's an amazingly talented builder.
He's gone, so we are going to celebrate when he returns.
We're sad and we miss spending his special day with him.
He's a pill.
He is loved.
Happy Birthday, Jay!
Posted by Sam at 1:32 PM
Never cared much for poetry. I think I'm too dense at to get it...you know...REALLY get it. They way the author intended. I still have my doubts, but I realized the other day, like any other piece of good art, it's a gift to be enjoyed individually and interpreted individually. So, I just read those stinking words and interpret them any ol' way I want to! So there! However, even before I started reading more and more, I always liked this one.
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
So was my other gram. Unbelievably so. I miss her. Incredibly glad there are many other Phenomenal Women in my life.
Posted by Sam at 1:24 PM
Here's a segment I like to call Friday Funny. I'm sure it's going to be the first in a long series of friday posts of things that amuse me. (Or, more likely...this will be the only post I make this month.) Hey, I'm tryin' ok?!
Two funnies for u:
This 'sheres redneck calamari. From my friend Heather. Yep, it's what's for dinner here in Eastern Oregon!
Funny. Yes, very. Why? Dunno.
HAPPY FRIDAY. Love and Sunshine...
Posted by Sam at 1:08 PM