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17 January 2011 @ 09:29 pm
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word...  
We went to the family's cabin in Childress, TX (which is right between Quanah and Estelline, thanks for asking) for the long weekend. Below are the pictures to come out of it all.

Warning: There are a lot of pictures. I'm not kidding. A LOT. And there are cows. And strangely dressed children. And one victim of a hunting excursion. Be forewarned. I'm not listening to any whining.

The best thing about the cabin is that there's literally NO ONE AROUND. No people, that is. There are lots of cows. And deer. And cranes (minus one). And various other wildlife. You can imagine my moue of distaste on my face. But this weekend was fun. It was just the four of us. Well, six if you count the dogs. And we do.

The house is actually in Carey, TX, if you want to get technical. Nolan pulled over to assure cell service, and we were right by the town limit sign, so... photo op. And, yes, I know, it isn't spelled correctly, but still.

Still floors me that the ten year-old can drive. And well. He only drives the Mule on the property, but still. He's awesome.

This one's awesome, too.

We filled feeders. And we pulled weeds around the feeders, which is hard work, let me tell you. It burned like, a bazillion calories.

To his credit, Nolan tried to get the weed eater to work.

It didn't. But he's cute when he's frustrated.

I think he's cute, period.

You know what isn't cute? When you can see into someone's mouth in a picture. And when that someone is wearing a toboggan over a baseball hat to keep her ears warm.

These are the great white hunters, looking up at the encroaching flock of sandhill cranes threatening the safety of the house.

Because you know how dangerous cranes are. They're asses, most of them. They backtalk their mothers and cheat on their wives.

They're also called "The ribeye in the sky."


Ignore the strangely dressed youth. And the deceased bird.

The ribeye in the sky. *snort*

As opposed to the ribeye on the ground.

Well, future ribeye. He's so CUTE, though. Freaking adorable.

And funny.

Speaking of funny, a brunette a blonde and a redhead walk into a bar...

Abs had a great time.

She didn't know what to make of the cows.

She did know when to come back when they charged her, though.

I had kids to protect me. It was quite a dance, between me and the cows. I wanted to take a picture of them, but didn't want to get close. Not too close, anyway. And the cows didn't want me close, either. One made an unwelcoming noise in my direction.

Aaron said, "Don't moo at my mom! Do that again and you'll be sorry!"

The cow visibly shuddered. My hand to god.

I mean, who WOULDN'T be afraid?

My favorite cow is that little red one in the front. Isn't he CUTE? I call him Number 32. I don't want to get too attached because... well, it's a cattle ranch, and they don't raise them for their scintillating conversation.

Katie, though, tried to eat Number 32 whole, for getting too close to me.

The result was a mini stampede, which I didn't get a picture of because I was too busy hyperventilating over the impending death of my dog.

She should have been a ranch dog.

She isn't, though. She's a couch dog.

And a lap dog who gets to ride in the mule because she gets stickers in her delicate, city dog paws.

And when Katie was busy elsewhere, they boys took care of the cows. If you eat a steak next year that tastes stressed out, it will have come from this crowd.

This one, though. THIS ONE.

I don't know what I'm gonna do with this one.

I need to see about what I can do to keep him from growing up and leaving home.

This one, too.

Parenting is a gradual letting go. I don't wanna.

I mean, who'll entertain me when they're gone?

Nolan will. He'll entertain me. If only by proclaiming that "Learning by doing," is better than reading the directions.

I mean, it isn't as entertaining as Aaron NOT WEARING A SHIRT under his hoodie, but it'll do.

All in all, it was a good weekend.

We all needed a little down time, and we were grateful to get it.

And I showed restraint by only posting HALF the pictures. The other half got lost in my second crappy camera. I think I'll buy a new one with my birthday money. Then I can inflict GOOD cow pictures on you, and not the slightly blurry ones.
I am:: bed
I feel:: tiredtired
I hear:: The Military Channel. The new bane of my existence.
Elle: stitchelvishly on January 18th, 2011 03:35 am (UTC)
Can I be creepy and just say WOAH at you and your family's eyes? Intense is not the word. Something intense-er.

Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 18th, 2011 03:38 am (UTC)
The color? Or...something else?
Elleelvishly on January 18th, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)
Colour/detail. Kind of like... the sparkly shiny bits. :X (*insert technical term here*)
Carrie Leighcarrie_leigh on January 18th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC)
True. They all have a different color blue. And AJ has these little gold flecks in his.

I have mottled greenish brown. :P
maureenmaureen on January 18th, 2011 03:45 am (UTC)
I looked at all the pictures. My favorite is of you hugging/holding Katie Bell.
Carrie Leigh: Wondertwin power activatecarrie_leigh on January 18th, 2011 03:48 am (UTC)
I was laughing in that one because she is SO not a lap dog. She's HEAVY.

How ARE YOU? I hear you have foot trouble. I'm praying for your recovery and that you get all your stuff done at work by Friday.
maureen: wonder twinsmaureen on January 18th, 2011 12:17 pm (UTC)
Whatever, man... it works. You gals look adorable in the photo.

Overall, I'm actually pretty good. This particular week isn't fun on account of the foot thing and the audit deadline, but even given that I'm feeling pretty steady and even. I think I'm in a remarkably good mood this morning, considering I've had like two hours of sleep.
Jandy the Gnome Whisperer: Darcy - <3jandjsalmon on January 18th, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
Awww the strangely dressed youth are ADORABLE with their crane! And poor Nolan and the weedwacker! Jay's had that problem before too - and it was just as amusing. LOL!

I adore all your pictures. The boys in their super bright toques - and the dogs chasing after the cattle - and you looking just as gorgeous as always.

Thanks for sharing your weekend with us!
Carrie Leigh: carrie frivolitycarrie_leigh on January 19th, 2011 04:18 am (UTC)
Aw. You're welcome. We had a great time.
filia_umbrae on January 18th, 2011 04:16 am (UTC)
Those are some pretty precious pictures, hon! Looks like you guys had a great time, and man. Those kids of yours are going to be some kind of heartbreakers when they get older.

And they totally look just like you and Nolan! That's kind of awesome, right there.
Carrie Leigh: Extremely stubborn and suspicioucarrie_leigh on January 19th, 2011 04:19 am (UTC)
Ugh. Little girls already come around. I don't like it.

Thanks! No one but Ursula ever tells me that they look like me! Little Nolan clones, sure...
filia_umbrae on January 19th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
Hahaha. I think they've got a pretty good mix of both of your features. The boys definitely take their facial expressions from you, which is pretty awesome ^_^
O Demanding One: Winter: Snowed In Cabinheyurs on January 18th, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)

Eeeewwww, Carrie! Dead bird! And the boys touched it! Gosh, they are SO cute! Eeewwwwww! *runs away screaming*

I like the moo cows better. *nods* This looked like absolute fun! I would have had a ball! :D

Parenting is a gradual letting go. I don't wanna.  Me neither! Hold tight! xD

Carrie Leigh: tiara headachecarrie_leigh on January 19th, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Believe you me, I was GROSSED OUT. Completely.

O Demanding One: Express: Big Mouth Surpriseheyurs on January 20th, 2011 03:01 am (UTC)

They would have been running from me. I would have scrubbed them up and down and inside out! "Momma, don't let that crazy Ms. Urs know about the dead birds anymore, please!"

nolankyle on January 20th, 2011 03:24 am (UTC)
Hands down it was a great time had by all. I recommend it for everyone. Even with the normal yelling and threatening that Carrie is known for, it was great.

She didn't tell you that during that little stampede that Katie chose to attack the cow in the middle of the herd. We really did think she was about to get her little head stomped in. Several cows jumped into the air as she ran into the bunch. We thought one would land on her but thankfully God was protecting her.

Again, a great time and in all truthfulness I'm the one who yells and threatens. Carrie uses her mind to try and kill and only in special situations. Case in point, her Wal Mart encounter.

Next time you are in Childress, stop in at the 501 Winery in downtown. They will give you a wine tasting and don't forget to try the chocolate sauce.