His word is like a fire
coming down like a hammer
shattering me into tiny pieces
I love that movie...Clark is my hero, although I am pretty much the complete opposite. I feel like I am surrounded by Griswald's in my neighborhood. We have completely outlined in lights houses, we have inflated Santa's, snowmen, and Snow Globes! We even have a neighbor with singing Christmas lights...yeah, they get a little annoying after you've heard Jingle Bells for the 4th time in 10 minutes. Just about every house you drive by you can see the perfectly decorated Christmas tree with presents stacked all around it. They are all pretty impressive...until you look at our house.
My head hurts today. To much thinking, to many decisions, to many problems today. It feels like my head is in a vice and its getting squeezed tightly...no more please. I need a haircut to, its getting that fuzzy look.
This saturday I went rabbit hunting with two of my nephews and one of their friends. It was a lot of fun. Their friend brought along his English Setter...holy spaze-a-dog. It ran circles around my dogs...literarly.
This past saturday found me and my nephew Matt chasing the bunnies with my dogs. Unfortunately due to all the snow my nephew Aaron and friend Brad weren't able to make it out. We always seem to do better with 3 or 4 people...must be something to do with 6 or 8 eyes and 2 more barrels.
I feel its necessary for me to apologize. I got a new plow for my truck yesterday (long story we won't go into) and we got it all hooked up (the we does not refer to me in anyway another long story). So I was pretty excited yesterday afternoon and really wanted to test it out so included a request for snow in my prayers. Maybe I need to be more specific in my requests...2" would have been plenty, 7" was more than enough.
If you ask my wife she will tell you I am an early riser. Sleeping in to me is 7. Lately like clock work I have been waking up at 4:15. No matter what I do...its turned into this strange game. I wake up, think about what time it might be...3,4,5,6,7...its got to be 5:30 by now, I look over at the clock and its 4:15. Every morning for the past few weeks its been 4:15.
Its official Michigan's regular firearm season ended last night. Thankfully we still have more archery, a muzzleloader, and a late antlerless season if the twitch and itch get to be to much.