Throwback Thursday


Here is a pic from the past...not too terribly distant, but with my 4th anniversary coming up I have been thinking about when I first came out here, in June of '04. We went on a float trip down the Niangua River; this was one of the pictures I took.


Dairy News:


The flies and other insects are having their last hurrah now. It has been hovering at or below freezing during the nights now, but warms up in the day. We spend our days chasing and swatting the flies in the house. Also yesterday we saw the first of the nasty Asian ladybugs coming in. Ick.
Anyway. I do have a story here. Hubby takes this flyswatting seriously. He just HAS to get them no matter where they land, or might land after having been swatted. Last week we had just finished eating supper when one landed on the light fixture above the table...SWAT! went hubby. And splat!..right into my plate, thank you very much, kicking its last little death throes. We hadn; 't had dessert yet, so I took the plate and put it over by hubby's plate, at which point he looked at it, picked up the plate and flicked the fly across the room. *sigh* He got a good laugh out of it and said he was sorry. I said it was OK, just something more to blog about.
HA!

Comments

Anonymous said…
That's a determined blogger for you: always looking for new material. LOL.
October 30, 2008 at 11:56 AM
jel said…
has been that long!

boy time flys

my dh's dad would kill flys with rubberbands that he would tie together, and he was a crack shot too! ;)
October 30, 2008 at 2:38 PM
Anonymous said…
We just finished SPIDER SEASON here. I don't understand why those are seasonal. Do flocks of them crawl south as winter approaches?
I liked the rubberband story. Does your hubby use the classic flyswatter or a rolled up Time magazine or what?
October 30, 2008 at 10:10 PM
Anonymous said…
We just finished SPIDER SEASON here. I don't understand why those are seasonal. Do flocks of them crawl south as winter approaches?
I liked the rubberband story. Does your hubby use the classic flyswatter or a rolled up Time magazine or what?
October 30, 2008 at 10:10 PM
Anonymous said…
I like the rubberband story. Does your hubby use a classic plastic flyswatter, or a rolled up Time magazine, or what?

Somebody here claims it is spider season, but to me those seem year round. Maybe we just see them better as the vegetation gets less lush.
October 30, 2008 at 10:12 PM
Anonymous said…
excuse me
excuse me
excuse me
I expressed myself multiple times accidentally. Somebody should hit me with a swatter.
October 30, 2008 at 10:15 PM
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