Don't ask me why I'm feeling this way - just am! Maybe it's the charcoal on my face (in the lines like a football player-I didn’t do the black eye one =p) or the fact that I have welts and bruises all over my body (mainly my face though - funny think that there's a rule about NOT hitting faces!!!) or the wet, earthy smell and my left ear twice the size it should be, or that every time I hear a loud, rabid sound - I duck. But what’s the explanation for all of this ridiculous bliss?
An AirSoft war.
Aye yes - all is good with BBs and war... or something like that. =P Now I think I’ll go change… and maybe a shower wouldn’t do me any more harm.
Have a wonderful rest of the weekend!
PS
Happy Birthday Will! I hope you enjoyed your party.
Here is a small list of some of my favorite reads last year... enjoy
(I will only put the picture of the first book in the series up - but that doesn't mean I didn't like the others in the series, mearly because I don't want this post to go on forever...)
Gregor the Overlander and the Underland Chronicles - One-word description: Unforgettable Author: Suzanne Collins Series
The Thief Lord Short description: Moving Author: Cornelia Funke (there is a movie)
The Hobbit One-word description: Classic (really!) Author: JRR Tolkien Part of a series
Inkheart One-word description: Breathtaking Author: Cornelia Funke Series
The Hunger Games One-word description: Thrilling Author: Suzanne Collins Series (too much Kissing in my opinion though..*gag*)
The Time Travelers or Gideon the Cutpurse One-word description: Excellent Author: Linda Buckley-Archer Series
The Rangers Apperntice One-word description: Brilliant Author: John Flanagan Series
100 Cupboards One-word description: Affecting Author: ND Wilson Series
Italian Folktales One-word description: Charming Author: Italo Calvino
Dragon Rider One-word description: Not one word, this is a great book - I loved it completely and I think that most everyone one else will to! A must Read!
But know this, these are just a few - it would take me forever to post all of them! What were some of your fav reads last year?
I have been blessed, beyond what I ever thought was possible.
God, thank you for family and friends. I don't know what I would do without them.
I hope we never grow too old to have adventures, let us have them until we are hunched up and gray! Never let the wrinkles stop us, never let the aching bones. Never let these friendships fail. I love ya guys!
Today I took one of my Oberhasli goats, Molly, to the breeders… That doesn’t sound like much does it? But it was quite the experience!
(Tis Molly^, at a odd angle) We finally got to the breeders (about a 75 minute drive) and got poor Molly out. It was then that we found out the “goat lady”(who we usually deal with) was out, so a guy named Jake came to help us. For those of you who know me well, you would guess my “enthusiastic” response to this. *wry grin* He was around his mid 20’s and very “farmy”(if you know what I mean). But he seemed a little unsure of himself as he was picking out a buck. He finally brought out Bo… We then knew for sure by her response that Molly was in heat, but we also found out…Bo…was too small… I can’t say a lot here, mainly because I don’t think you would want a vivid picture of poor Bo. So my mom went back into the barn with Jake to find a different, taller buck. They came out, with an unnamed buck who instantly fell in love with Molly. Bucks do gross things when they are extremely and happily in love with a doe. For one, they, um, pee on their beards…and they jump around and stick their tongues out (while making a slight *grunting* sound)…I’m not sure I have ever seen a buck with its tongue *in* its mouth, now that I think about it. But this goat, whom I shall call Romeo, Only wanted to talk to her, not do the business that we were paying for. And by ‘talk to her’, I mean, woo her, smile at her, pee for her, spit on her, lick her, and otherwise dance around her romantically. So after a while, Jake whined, “Well, I’d better help him.” You would not believe the reluctance in his voice. So with me holding Molly, and him, I’ll just say helping Romeo, I was thinking that this was getting a little on the embarrassing side of things. So I said so, “Wow, this is a little awkward,” looking at Jake. He laughed, a little on the nervous side, and replied, “Yeah, like Really awkward!” Then Jake, mom and I all laughed. Hard. Then we also agreed, and thanked God that we aren’t goats! Thank you Lord!!!
So any way, that’s what has happened today. My mother could more than likely tell this story better - I have tried. I hope you understand at least. =)
-Libby PS I am not sure if I will Ever get the smell of male goat off me! Help! 8-}
PPS Also, upon a request. I give you Strait No Chaser’s 12 days of Christmas.
Team talk before game Not even 2 minuets into the game and we had scored! Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight! That's me in center...picture. Watch the kid I blocking BOom! 2 Quarter, 57 seconds to go, 25-0, on the 27 yard line... ^ On the 2 yard line^ (Big high school field!) (Jare^^^^^^^78 The line up after the game, shaking hands... "We're number one! Were number one!"
Click on the pic^ you can see who went to Jare's game
(and this pic^...not sure if you need it K but here it is!)
So Jare and I, along with two more of my brothers plus our dad are going camping. We'll be back sometime next week from another adventure with camping(I just found out its supposed to rain half the week. Why does this always happen to us!?)
I am going to schedule some post with jokes on them through out the week for fun, I hope you enjoy them and have a good week and weekend!
Later -Jare and Lib
PS
My sister has started a Praise to God blog for girls, check it out!
Don't ask me why I'm feeling this way - just am! Maybe it's the charcoal on my face (in the lines like a football player-I didn’t do the black eye one =p) or the fact that I have welts and bruises all over my body (mainly my face though - funny think that there's a rule about NOT hitting faces!!!) or the wet, earthy smell and my left ear twice the size it should be, or that every time I hear a loud, rabid sound - I duck. But what’s the explanation for all of this ridiculous bliss?
