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Deer Season is not for Toddlers

Dean has a Ginger Bread House with Grandma event to attend on Sunday (his social calendar is fuller than mine) and Chris wanted to go deer hunting this weekend, so it made perfect sense that Chris and I would go up to my Grandma's house this weekend sans child. (Deer season is NOT for toddlers unless they have a full hunter orange body suit...and since I don't shop at Cabella's, Dean stays home.)

Chris could hunt, I could spend time with grandma, and CHRISTMAS SHOP BY MYSELF (I find any shopping by myself a remarkable idea).  And yes, Chris could have gone up to my grandma's big game camp by himself to hunt...but I think the idea of spending an entire weekend with my dad, my uncle and my grandma was..well..maybe a bit daunting.  Not daunting as in "scary" but daunting as in "Wow, I'm really used to more human like conversational skills" daunting.  That and he'd have to fight for food.  The male part of my family can be like scavengers.  They look like a bunch of privates first class let on weekend leave in a whore house when it comes to dinner time. 

So, I've been looking forward to this thing I've heard others refer to "alone shopping time", and now, I feel like crap.  My head is stuffy, my ears hurt and my nose is runny.  I am going to sleep all the way up north tonight.  You can't stop me.  And by god, I will shop alone this weekend.  For more than just cold medicine!!

Have a great weekend everyone.

We'll I'm an old Farm Hand...

No, apparently I'm really not.  This past weekend we ventured up to my grandmother's house in West Branch.  She owns about 80 acres or so, and old farm house, and allot of old farm things.  Some cool old farm things.  Some not so cool old farm things. Like the frozen mince meat pie, Circa 1980.

One cool old farm thing is this tractor, probably Circa 1940 ish

Cool things to do with a 1940's tractor include: taking boy for a ride, chasing blind Labrador while yelling "Yee Haw", participating in Tractor Jousts (no, not really, my dad would win, the tractor he's on is only Circa 1970's).

 

Not so cool things include: Going over large stumps in the back 80 thereby scarring wife and boy for life of future possible wagon rides, shifting gears like a NASCAR driver again scarring boy and wife, and least cool is stopping circa 1940's tractor in the middle of the back 80...and not being able to start it again. (are there BEARS in these woods???)

 

 
Yep.  She's a broke all right. And I don't think that thingy should be dripping.

Thankfully, this tractor comes with it's own mechanic, Circa 1950's. 
Yep. She's a broke all right. And that thingy shouldn't be dripping.

 

But she can be fixed.  Thankfully, my dadthe tractor mechanic realized almost immediately that said NASCAR tractor driver didn't realize that when you turned off the tractor, you also had to then turn off the valve to the whtchamawhoseit, and then jump down, turn around and pick a bale of cotton or the carburetor would flood. (wtf?? There was no Circa 1940 Tractor Manual in the glove box, so wtf??)

 
Just another day on the farm my friends.  We would have lasted about 20 minutes in the farm life of the 1940's.  It's not the tractor that would have killed us though.  It would have been the outdoor plumbing.  That and no electricity.  Because we ALL know...no electricity equals no blow dryer.
I shudder at the thought.

Y'all come back now, ya hear!

Going Up North...It's like Crack for Toddlers