I am back…..EEEEKKKKK!

Recently I made my blog private.  It was not to exclude anyone it was more to concentrate on the tasks at hand.  I have been opening another store, starting on yet another opening and working that crazy second job. Plus, I have been sick since January.  Everyday I came home, I threw myself on the couch.  not op I never opened my eyes again until 5:50 am the next morning just to do it all over again.  Joe Joe, Rebekah, Julie and LBG you made me feel wanted! And I am sorry I did not respond to the request to enter.  I knew this would only be temporary and I hope you forgive me.

Today was my first day off of work and the first day I had enough energy to Geo Cache.  Do I have a story to tell…

This morning I sleep in until 7:00 a.m. by 11:30 a.m. I was BORED.  I decided to try to hike and do a little Geo Caching.  With backpack in hand and my GPS, I was off for what I hoped to be a productive hunt.  I went to the 130 (back woods) hwy.  There are a series of caches along that road and a few back in the woods.  I started on them just before I got sick and now that I was feeling better I was inching to get back there.  My plan was to start at the farthest cache and work myself back home.  The first place I searched was cool and odd.  There was a big limestone rock stuck out in a field.

Paso Por Aqui

Mershon

I was left empty-handed.  I never found the cache and I had no idea what this said and WHY it was there, smack in the middle of nowhere.  I found the next 6 caches but on the seventh one it got screwy.  I was about 10 minutes into the search when I stepped on this!!

Detached Elk Leg

The forest has a way of  bringing you back to a spooky reality in a hurry.  I freaked out! EEEEKKKKK.  While squealing I hurriedly backed up and fell into this!

Elk Carcass!

Then. as I was trying to get out of where I was, I found part of its hide but I did not get a picture of it cause about that time a huge herd of deer came flying through the forest straight at me!

A few seconds later I heard cows ( as in moo000 cows  ) start screeching!!!   No idea what that was about cause after I did a Bo Duke and dived in the car, I turned to look at what they were yelling at.  They were just standing.  Not a one of them were moving, they were frozen stiff.  They were all watching me ……. and screeching!!!  No really screeching, not mooing but screeching.   I LEFT… quickly.

Next time I am taking someone with me and my gun!  I know this may not sound too humorous or like fun but,    It was SO FUN ♥

It is great to be back at least for the day.

Birdie

ps.  By the way that big rock,  it was a memorial to a man named Mershon.  I searched for a translation.  The first one I found read… “Buddies in the Saddle”  Okay that was strange.   The second translation was “He passed by here”.  Okay that sounded like it might be the right words.   Upon further investigation, I found out he was a very influential Legislator in the state of New Mexico.  He founded the electric co-op, First National Bank and our medical center.  WOW, who knew so much history could be in a field…. in the middle of NOWHERE.

And If I ever go private again, don’t worry it is me just trying to catch up with myself.  🙂

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The Southern Drawl

Country Man’s Wife‘s blog is so good this week and she added a little something at the bottom.  Two of her favorite blogger.  I fell in love with one and am eagerly awaiting the next post.  She’s a Maineiac.  Her post also gave me an idea for a post of my own.  And without further adieu:

The Maineiac made a “vlog” today.   For all us old farts, a “vlog” is a video blog.  I wish I were as brave as she.  Maineiac wondered about other people she interacted with on the computer.  Were they tall or  short?  What do they look like?  Do they talk with hands, eyes, feet or with an accent?  She got right on there and I was mesmerized.  I am not sure why.  Was it because the concept was so new and just so simple or was it the way she talked with her eyes?  Not sure.  A person’s accent. hmmm.   She talked a lot about it.  It got me to thinking about mine.

I live in the state of New Mexico.  But that has not always been the case.  I am a southern girl born and raised.  No really, southern.  I am way south, deep southern with an accent to match.  After a glass of wine, you can’t even understand a word I say.  Not due to being inebriated, it is more like being relaxed.   At that point, my accent becomes a cross between southern fried (and I mean fried) meets creole seasonin’ (I’m talkin’ gator hunters).  No offense intended, I have the deepest respect for fried chicken and gators.  Hubs has come to understand my accent and translates most of the time for me when we are  at parties, Navy Balls and family get togethers.  If it is too far out there even for him, he just reads my face.  Because not only is he an interpreter for the southern dialect he can also read facial expression, of which I have many.  I also have an infliction of sorts.  Whenever I am around folks that have a different accent or a peculiar mannerism, I tend to mirror it back.  NO I am not making fun of them at all.  I just copy what I see and hear.  I can’t help it. It only last for a little while after the encounter with that person and when ever I recant the conversation in my mind.  I don’t even know that I am doing it.  My husband and daughter hate it.  If we are at Wal-Mart and someone with an accent strikes up a conversation, they will just scoot off and leave me there.  They know my parrot-ism will kick into high gear and before you know it we will have an audience watching the show.  I have tried to rid myself of this curse but it is of no use.  Same as with my accent.  I even tried a speech therapist before I left the deep south for fear of not being able to obtain a job outside of my birthplace.  Anyone here will tell you that was a waste of money.  I guess I will be this way until the day I die.  I am just so happy I have the most wonderful boss in the world.  Did I mention she is and was born and raised in……………JAPAN.

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side note:  I love this sharing thing.  Several blogs I have visited this month, included a link to one or two favorite blogs they frequent.  Plus this Blogger Award thingy, is awesome.  I love this because I am new here, just a bit over a month.  I have no idea what I am doing most of the time and no clue how to find blogs I love.  This way I can take the ones that found me, or the ones I stumbled upon and check out their favorites.  I know what you are thinking, that is what a blogroll is for. But if the person you love to read takes the time to mention another blogger, it sets them apart and makes you want to read them.  Some I found I  loved, others, not so much.  But that is okay because there is no good without the not so good.