He cuts down trees

I've mentioned before about the surplus of burning material on our land...Well last weekend, two trees were saved from the raging fire. A big huge bass tournament is coming up at the end of the month and in preparation for said fishing, two trees were taken to the lake.

Now...I wasn't raised in Texas, in fact I was raised in its polar opposite...Southern California...And then a suburb of Las Vegas before making my way to East Texas almost 9 years ago. This is home, I have the Texas flag tattooed on me. But there are still practices of these country folks that I love, that I don't quite understand, or have even heard of before.

Lover cut down two trees, about 2 feet below their first split point, wrapped up all the branches, like they could a christmas tree, and then tied to pieces of steel pipe to the end. Steel pipe is also in excess around these parts, we're in the oilfield country. Then he loaded these trees up in the boat and hauled them off the next morning to drop into the lake the big tournament will be on.

All in all, the theory, once explained to this still somewhat city girl made sense. I remember fishing up next to the banks with my daddy, fish liked brush, well Lover, "planted" brush into the middle of the lake.

I'll wish him well!

On a completely different subject...

I love cooking, I cook everyday, my choice. I read cookbooks for fun. If I could cook for a living, I would, but that's hard to do around these parts. I've tossed around the idea of baking in my spare time and selling these baked goods. Just to see where it would go, always dreaming it would take off and I could actually make a living doing what I love.

Well two day ago I was talking to a friend of my mother's about the idea and she mentioned she was having a luncheon the next day and needed dessert. Dream meet chance! I was up til midnight baking away and she picked up the cookies yesterday morning. I received a text this morning that she thought they were delicious and would be calling for more in a few weeks.

I couldn't be happier!

I think coming up, I need to write a blog about the intricacies of this man I love.

Digging his own grave

Here's the conversation from last night...I'll set the scene, I'm in the kitchen washing dishes, Pookie is in the living room, in the recliner, watching the Rangers...

Redneck: So..you're probably going to be mad at me, I splurged today...

Me: Ok??? (I'm thinking he bought himself breakfast or something minimal.)

R: I bought a $20 scratch off...

I give him the death look from the kitchen

R: But it's ok cause I won $60 and two tickets for the big drawing tomorrow night.

M: Ok, well you know they have $10 bouquets of flowers at Walmart. I like those.

R: I know honey, but I don't buy scratch offs that often, maybe once a week...

R:But I don't buy flowers ever huh? I'll shut up now.

Who taught her these things???

I'll spare you all the details and simply say the following...

• Mothers have no privacy
• My child thinks all doors need to be shut, toilet seats/lids too
• The bone right beneath your eye...VERY LITTLE padding
• Bare Minerals is wonderful, but does not cover facial bruising.