Of Mattresses & Moose.

This little space of mine has been quiet over here for quite a few days.

Kevy left for a retreat last Saturday, so I decided that the boys and I would have a retreat, of sorts, of our own - and we kicked it up home to my Madre and Padres for the rest of the week.  I lovingly call HOME the "land of dial-up."  It's not really that bad, but just frustratingly slow enough to not have me be tempted at all to get on-line.

So, while the days were busy with family and cousins, late nights, and crazy adventures - it was still, most definitely a retreat for this little Mama, as well.  A break from technology is sometimes good for the soul.

And speaking of adventures....
My most favorite thing that we did all week long was re-live a childhood memory of mine.  Back in the day when my brothers and cousins and I were all just wee hoolies ourselves, Dad and his brothers would take us all into the heart of the Haynesville woods to their old hunting camp nestled in the middle of nowhere, and while all the rest of my friends were visiting Disney World on their spring and fall breaks, we were camping and canoeing, tenting and bathing in the river, building bonfires bigger than the camp, and going on all sorts of insane adventures that had my young Mama biting her fingernails....because Dad and his brothers were, how we say, cah-razy.

Anyway, one afternoon this past week Dad wanted to take me on a really quick four-wheeler spin to go and dig some "treasure" out of the woods down the road aways.  I knew right then and there that we were in for some good, old fashioned, country, hick-style, the way that only Dad can do, kind of fun.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear but a stoved up old car hood!
And what, are you asking, did my Daddy-O plan to do with that stoved up old car hood?
Well!  He planned to have the next generation get to experience the fun that his kids had when they were wee hoolies!!!

He's cool like that.

So, first, we both (well, mostly him...I wasn't really much help) almost got hernias pushing and pulling that thing out of the woods.  Then, he attached it with a chain onto the trailer hitch and we dragged it LOUDLY home - disrupting the entire neighborhood, I am sure.  Then, he grabbed an old box spring out of the garage.  (Because, doesn't everyone just have an old box spring laying around in their garage waiting for such an occasion as this?) 

He slapped that baby onto the hood, and away we went!

Cheap, glorious, unadulterated afternoon entertainment for hours, I'm telling you!
Seriously, it was tons of fun.

And those who weren't so excited about the mattress, instead got to ride on the "chariot."
If you come up to my peeps place, they'll treat you like royalty.  You can have first dibs on where you want to ride.  :0)

Yep.  Hours of fun for the whole family!
My boys have now experienced a highlight of my childhood.
My life is now complete.

And to top things off - just looky at what we ran into during our little jaunt:

And the very next day - just looky at what ran onto our lawn....

.....and then down our little dirt road!

Ah yes!  The Country Life!
Doesn't get much better than this, folks!