Last month I was without a job and tried to make good use of my free time, with an emphasis on visiting family. After all, family, isn't it about....time?
First, Torrie and I had our six-month anniversary. We celebrated by eating the top of our cake, since we were in the process of moving and couldn't bring our cake with us to Kentucky for our actual one-year anniversary. It was actually still pretty good! The only piece of cake I had during our reception was when Torrie stuffed it up my nose, so it was good to actually have my cake and eat it too.
I would like to write about one day in particular, spent in the beautiful (see the picture?) woods of Central Idaho. It was a rather momentous day, which will forever be known as: A Day of Firsts.
Stung by a Hornet
I have never been stung by a hornet before, nor a bee. I don't know why, I've certainly had enough exposure to them. However, while opening the gate to the ranch, I was attacked by a hornet. It got me twice on my hand. It didn't hurt that bad, although it started to throb. Luckily, Tracie had an allergy pen that soothed my pain and got rid of the hornet stings in no time!
Shot an Automatic Pistol
Special thanks to my dad-in-law, who helped me shoot the H - E - double hockey sticks out of a few shampoo bottles and a tree. Buffalo Bill style, yeah!!
For the record, I've shot rifles and stuff before. Just nothing with this much power. No pictures for this one, boys and girls. I wouldn't want any future employers to get their hands on any evidence.... :)
Rode a Motorcycle
I told myself I'd never ride one of these, but I kinda knew that I was lying to myself. My grandpa is the head of an Idaho biker gang (The Black Barons) and it's in my blood.
Special thanks to my brother-in-law and his fiancee for supplying the bikes and letting me ride them. Here's the explanation of how to drive that I got from Tandee.
"Here's the gas, here's the clutch, there's the horn to tell people to get out of your way...alright! Go have fun!"
Tyler explained to me a little better, and then I started and took off.
I really took off. No one explained to me that it's not like a car and you can very easily just putt around in first gear with no fear of stalling out. After scaring Torrie half to death, my dad-in-law explained to me that little tidbit of information, which made for a much slower, safer, and more enjoyable time, just putt-putting up and down the field, which had just had most of its grass eaten by a bunch of cows.
Including these cows!
We ended the day of firsts by eating chunks of spiced steak on a stick. Delicious.
