2012 in Review, Part the Second

(For Part One, Click Here)

We went camping in May.  We attempted to go on a hike, but one of the trucks in our group, driven by someone other than David, got stuck in the snow.

David, who lives for these sorts of things, became all giddy-like as he helped pull the stuck truck out of the snow.

Yes.  That is David’s “excited” face.

Why does he get so excited, you ask?  I have no idea.  But if I were to venture to guess, I would presume there is something immensely satisfying about having your truck be the strongest.  Or something like that.  I don’t know.  I am not a guy.

The best part was the Person Driving Other Than David became unstuck and started to back out.  David had pulled off to the side of the road, but could not back up anymore because a snow bank was behind him.  The other driver started backing right up right towards David’s truck.  All of us inside of David’s truck started screaming and hollering.  David slammed on his horn as hard as he could, which was a total let down.  You see, dear readers, David’s horn has not worked since, like, aught-five.

And the other guy backed into us.

Broken glass.  Smashed bumpers.  It’s all categorized under “Camping Fun.”

So we went to a tiny town’s museum instead.

Camping.  Always adventurous.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

We worked hard to build a new fenced area for the rabbits.

Yes!  Not only do we have a plethora of chickens, dear readers.  We also have rabbits.

Lots of them.  Because we are not weird and creepy at all.

Here are two of the rabbits saying goodbye to their old hutch homes while awaiting escort to their new digs.

It was a lot of work, but we pulled it off before dark.

Barely.

We finally finished the chicken coop.

You know.  About two months after we got chickens.

In an effort to become even weirder (if that was even possible), we decided to hatch baby chicks on our counter.

Yes!  On our KITCHEN counter!  Be jealous!

They do not smell as pleasant as you might think.

Little Dude turned 4!  It was a momentous occasion.

All he wanted to do was go fishing.  And fishing we went.

I turned 31.  Sadly.

But I did get a Moose Tracks ice cream in a waffle cone.  So, that’s exciting.

I spent the entire summer weeding that blessed garden.

It killed me dead.

David and I celebrated 12 years of marriage.  Be impressed and joyful.

The summer was filled with a lot of weeding.  But we also managed to squeeze in some fun.

All that weeding started to pay off and we were able to see the fruits of our labor.

David started to crunch some numbers and decided that some hens were eating food that he PAID for, yet not laying eggs.

This will not do, dear readers.  Oh, no.  This will not do.

Now, personally, I am more than happy to run a geriatric hen retirement community.  My husband, however, feels differently.

So, we separated the hens and determined which ones were layers and which were not.  Those who were not . . .

Well.  You know.  They had to go.

And lucky for them because Taylor got herself a pressure canner.

I think this was the point in my life where I hit rock bottom.

Pressure canning chicken.  What is wrong with us?

Don’t worry.  We did not eat it.

Towards the end of July, our dog, Miley, died in an unfortunate accident.

 

 It was very sad for all of us, but especially hard for Sweet Pea.

To be continued . . .