Kids say the funniest things

I was a chauffeur for three kids the other day; Alex, Lexi and Amores.  Just for fun I drove them to school, and if they tell you I drove fast down the scary road, just know ahead of time that it's all a big story.......ANYway, as they were hopping out of the worker-mobile, I said casually, "Now then, boys be nice to the girls and you girls be nice to the boys."  Amores, the 6 year old replied, "Oh, I don't think that's gonna happen!"

Gotta love 'em.

Flowers

Just some random flower close-ups for your viewing pleasure.

The tiger-lily. My personal favorite.

Hulloooooo!

Now then. By the skin of my teeth (whose teeth have skin on them, btw?) I am about to fulfil my one blog a month quota. The word proliferation......does not come to mind.

So I'm just going to slap a whole slew of pictures up here now, hope ya don't mind. Might even add a blurb or two along the way! ;)

Hoh-kay, so. This would be my coworker, Don Davidson, and myself. Nice we got the flag in there too. NEXT!

This would be a lovely although slightly bright shot of part of the field we're in; Mt. Vernon. Except this was take on the top of a hill near Anacortes. NEXT!

Ok, on with the randomness!

These next shots are from time we spent with the Elley's in the San Juan's.Slightly adjusted pic here.

The view

The view outside my window. 9/6/2008

The age old Stettler pastime.

Dedicated to my Dad, my Grampa, and my brother. And all animal rights activists.

On August the 29th, three brave souls set out to do their part in the eradication of a most noble and tireless foe: the Prairie Dog, alias Gopher. This is their story.



Rated PG-13 for mild blood and violence. Viewer discretion is advised.

Now I know it would be easy to say, "Wow Cody, what a horrible shot you are!" But I would just ask that you kindly take in to consideration two facts. #1: This hunter is rusty. I doubt I've shot a gun more than 3 times in the last 3 years. #2: A couple days later we had to re-sight the gun in because it was shooting an inch high and a half-inch to the left from the target. Now that's a lot when hunting gophers.

Yet some of that same group of detractors might go on to say, "Cody, enough with the excuses. The fact is you're a horrible shot." To which I would mildly reply, "PTHBBBBBBBBBT!"

Oh and p.s. to Carolyn. Should you ever happen to see this, I just want to reassure you that this was far more humane than a golf ball ever could be.

Evenings with ol' friends.

Dear Ben and Shirley Erickson.

Then an evening with more ol' friends, Rob & Patti Howell. Dad, Gramma & Grampa on the left there.

Wonderful meals and even better visits!

First a badger, then a grizzly! I think I'd rather hop on the latter myself.