Pop Culture, I'm Kinda Over You

I've been working out in the backyard all week. John has the dogs down South, which means I can shovel .... errr stuff and straw without getting jumped on. I've also planted some seasonal color (fancy way of saying "pansies") and John's mom, Pat, gave me some plants out of her lovely garden, too. Mom used to do that, too. I'd love to put something of Mom's out there, as well.

Today, snow showers were in the forecast. I am happy to say that I've seen nothing of them so far. WooHoo! There is, however, a bit of a chilly wind blowing in the front yard. The back yard is warm... and smokey, because I've been burning straw(and stuff) out there all day.

I keep hearing or seeing the word "winning."  I know it's a reference to Charlie Sheen, because 1) people mention him in the "winning" comment, and 2) I saw a bit of his disturbing interview. Pop culture, it's something I've been interested in for years, but not so much anymore. It's not that I've lost interest, but my interest has changed focus. If it has nothing to do with my family or my work, then chances are I don't know anything about it. I don't get the paper regularly, I don't watch the news, I don't watch TV at all. Neither does my husband and I'm fairly certain any "winning" comments would produce barely a hmm in his mind. If it doesn't have anything to do with family, friends, gardening, hunting or hounds, he's not interested. If it does then he's all ears or eyes.

I love that about him. When we first started dating, the Kardashians came up for some reason. He honestly has no idea who they are. He's probably seen their pictures on magazines as he stands in line at the market, but other than thinking, hmm pretty girl, they do not in any way capture his attention. They have nothing to do with his life or anything that touches his life.

I talked to him this morning and he mentioned having to go in the water last night after a couple of the hounds when they were hunting raccoons down at his buddy's place. A man who will enter freezing-cold water to save a dog, that's the man I married. :)  Who needs the Kardashians? ;)

I Love Camping

The girls and I went bear hunting this weekend.

Well, I think it was bear hunting. There was a lot of talk of bear poop (full of berries), bear tracks (an area that looks like some body or some thing slid down the hill on it's bottom), and driving around packed into my boyfriend's truck (he's cute and charming, I enjoy being smooshed up next to him). The hounds took off a couple of times... have you ever heard them before? Sounds pretty. I didn't see any bears, but Bay might have. I enjoyed every minute of it.

We camped by a pretty creek, went to sleep listening to the sound of it every night. Saturday night we spread out on the road, flat on our backs, looking up at the stars. There were so many, more than I've ever seen before.

We ate clam dip and chips for breakfast one morning and hot dogs and marshmallows cooked over the fire for dinner.

We listened to my boyfriend tell stories and make up songs and point out places along the river where people planted pretty little pot gardens next to their vegetables and old rusted appliances.

It was so much fun. I can't wait to go again. I love camping.