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So, as some of you know, my niece Samantha spends a lot of weekends with my parents. From this I think she has quite unusual life experiences. She has become a well rounded child for the young age of 8.
My dad recently has reverted back to his younger days and started to hunt again, with gusto I might add. He tries to get everyone involved. Samantha seems to be the only really willing participant. I don't know if Samantha does it because she enjoys it or if she's just too young to know any better! Anyway, this past weekend he took her feral hog hunting! (Apparently there are a lot if feral hogs in Texas!) She actually got one...twice as big as her! It was the most disgusting 110 pounds of pork I have ever seen ! This is my dad's comments on it:
Samantha shot her first feral hog on Saturday, November 11. It weighed
107 pounds. It is shown on the left in the photo.
She placed her shot perfectly, behind the ear at 50 yards. Death was
instantaneous. The pig dropped in its tracks. When I complimented her
on her shooting, she said she was aiming at a different pig. In any case,
whether pure luck or pure skill, there will be sausage in the frying pan.
Samantha shot her pig with a 223 Remington loaded with a Barnes Triple
Shock Bullet.
I had the unfortunate pleasure of opening his email, while I was eating a
salad..with bacon bits. That ruined it for me! From the picture you can see why...
If anyone you have seen the movie The Princess Bride, they remind me of those
big rats in the forest that catches on fire!
I will be going home to Texas on Saturday and I will not be partaking of
any feral hog!
So, I know as a Texan I am supposed to like a lot of attention...but it depends on the dosage of the attention. This was more than I wanted....So I decided to cook myself a little pizza for dinner. I went and watched TV as it cooked. After about ten minutes I went to check on it. I walked up and saw there was a GLOW coming from my oven! Thinking that wasn't natural, I opened to check on it. There was a very bright light coming from the heating element...and it was moving. I wasn't all that concerned because I thought it would just burn it's self out...but it didn't. It keep moving and getting bigger...and pretty soon there were sparks. Now, my first mistake here was to call in my nineteen year old Texan roommate. I should have know better. She starts freaking out and screaming to call 911. I feel that there is no need and I throw baking soda on it. (At that time I not was remembering that baking soda only puts out grease fires. Not electrical!) Well with panic in the air I start to get a little nervous as well. I just need some direction as to how to put out this fire, so I attempt to call dispatch. . AND I GET AN ANSWERING MACHINE! So at this point as the sparks are getting larger and more frequent, I start to panic. I call 911 and try to convince them that I don't have an emergency and that there is no need for lights and sirens. I just need to know what to do. Nope...that isn't the way it works. As you can tell from the lovely picture....they came in all their glory. Lights and Sirens! 2 policeman, 4 fireman and some official in trench coat? I was sooooo embarrassed! The worst part is the fire went out just as I started to hear the whir of the sirens in the distance! AND.. my pizza didn't' finish cooking! Shucks!
So my oldest Utah friend has dedicated today's blog..to me! You should take a look and read her first impression of me on my first day in Utah! I soon will have a response for her impression of me! Although mine probably won't be as clever! Check it out at http://benandallison.blogspot.com
Don't worry this in not mine...Meet Baby Settle (my sister's inter-uterine parasite). It is sucking it's thumb and saying HI!
Welcome! So I have decided once again to start a blog. I had one once and I don't know what happened to it! Must be out in cyber - space somewhere. It seems that a lot of my friends have a blog, so I feel I must jump on the bandwagon and have one as well. I don't have any cute children or husband to spruce up my blog, so you will just have to deal with me for now. But I will get busy on the husband....
If you will notice the name of my blog is called El' Ner. That is the first thing that came to my mind. It is the name Luke used to call me when we were younger. Maybe it is him speaking to me from beyond the grave....just kidding. If he's speaking to me from beyond the grave he better be saying more than El'Ner!
Anyway, I will try my best to keep this updated and give you all the juicy details of my life!
