Beau Jackson

Yay!  Tomorrow (6/9) we’re going on a week long vacation!  We’re heading down to Eminence, Missouri on the Jack’s Fork river for a week of trail riding on our horses…and we’re going without the kids (they’re staying with Grandma and Grandpa).

Normally, I wouldn’t broad cast the fact that we were not going to be at home for a week, but given that people have trouble finding my house even with directions, I’m not to worried.

We’re going to Cross Country Trail Ride if anyone is curious.

Our priest brought our son an article from the newspaper about this 11 year old kid that shot a 1000+ pound wild boar in Alabama, with a frickin’ pistol. Granted, it was a .50 cal pistol, but I’m not sure I’d want to get close enough to a monster like to shoot it with a hand gun.

Check out the details (and a picture)

So, we finally got our Spindle and Wheel online magazine published.  Previously it was just a few tutorials, but now there are articles and patterns and all sorts of stuff.  Allena made a few strategic posts on other blogs, and got the author of those blogs to add a link to our site, and as of 11:30 today, we have had over 1000 visitors and 40 new members sign up!!!!!

We’re so thrilled we’re just constantly refreshing the page to watch the visitor count go up. :)

We got up this morning to five horses (not ours) wandering around our yard.  We got them fenced up in one of our pastures.  One of them has a brand, and that makes it traceable, so probably not a good idea to buy that one.  haha

Actually, they most likely came from a neighbor down the road.  We went down there this morning to tell them, and there were five more horses standing around in the road.  Nobody was home, so we left a note.  If we don’t hear from them in a day or two, does that mean I can keep them?

I have these rubber-soled moccasins - there sort of my indoor/outdoor house shoes.  I wore them outside last night, and stepped in something so I left them out on the deck when I came in.  This morning I slipped them on and felt something in one of them.  I took it off and shook it out and there was a DEAD FROG in my shoe!!!  YUCK!  If a cat loves you, they’ll bring you “trophies”, but I sure wish they’d just leave them by the door, and not in my shoe.