All Things Anne

The last week or so has been very busy as we’re getting ready to go hunting–Saturday the 27th (which also happens to be Mom and Dad’s 23rd wedding anniversary!).So far, we’ve gone shopping Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and now Thursday. If you think that’s an awful lot of shopping, just think there’s an awful lot of us and we eat an awful lot!

On Tuesday, just Mom, Joe, Eric, Elle Jane, and I went. We dropped the boys off at Mr. Johnson’s to work, then went to Walmart. Near the end of our “Walmart experience”, Elle Jane began to cry in earnest. Next stop was Albertson’s, and she cried through that, too.
This little boy, cute kid, probably about 10 or so peeked in at her. “Girl?” he asked.”
“Yeah,” I said.
He looked knowing. “That’s why she cries so much.”
“He sounded so…knowing!” I said, when I told Dad. “As if he’s had experience!”
Dad nodded wisely. “Give him a few years and he’ll realize they don’t quit [crying], either!”

We’ve been cooking for the trip, too. One of the girls made blueberry muffins last night, and I made cubed, herbed potatoes (two batches of two 9×13 pans, so, four 9×13 pans’ worth). I think chocolate chip cookies will be made, too, for our “survival packs”.

You know, I guess I should explain a little about our “survival packs”. We all carry around backpacks that have stuff like parachute cord, electrical tape, matches, firestarter, handwarmers, stuff like that in it. But, I haven’t mentioned the most important item (besides toilet paper) that we carry in our packs. The absolutely most important thing we carry in our survival packs is emergency rations, which are usually things like jerky, candy bars, and cookies. Invariably, we get lost (well, not I, but everyone else) on the way to the hunting grounds, and everybody has to break out their emergency rations.
Take last year, for instance: It was around Eric’s birthday, and he had been given a whole bag of blond brownies, PLUS the blond brownies in his survival pack. He got so lost on the way to the hunting grounds, he consumed a whole bag of blond brownies on the way there!
See what I mean?

Anyhow. Today Beth also got her mole chopped off, literally. (That’s what Eric called it. Of course, doctors call it something nice, like “surgery”.) Originally she was going in for a consultation, because this mole she has–well, had–on her forehead has been growing. Weird, eh? So she went in for a consultation, and evidently they gave them the option to get it cut off! So Mom said they numbed the spot, took a razor blade, and just sliced it off. YIKES. (For more details, view her post.)

Rase lost his first tooth on Sunday. He was eating garlic bread, a big, crunchy heel, and when he was done he said “There’s something wrong with my tooth!”
Dad looked in his mouth and said, “What’s wrong with your tooth is that it isn’t there!”
He ate it and didn’t even know it! Reminded everybody of Eric, who would sneeze and lose teeth. That’s another story, though!

Well, that’s all I have for news right now. Toodles!

This post brought to you by the awesomely cool computer George Bonswah Beethoven, who needs a regular air conditioner because evidently Windows runs hotter than Linux.