Today's movie- ROBOTS

"When you pick a lost cause, you really committ! Where do they find dreamers like you?" -Robots

"BACKOFF, he's got his own dreams that won't come true."-Robots

I love aunt fanny.

It's mine, ALL MINE...

I finally am taking a minute (not any longer than a minute)to update our(my) family blog. When Doug posted a bunch about the hunts I was totally miffed that he wanted to start with a hunt that took place a million years ago. I don't know why, I was a bit possessive of the thing (the blog) that I neglected on a regular basis. I guess, in my mind, I am the only one that had permission to share family information with the world. I'm sure it is my undying need to control and micro-manage that Doug fell in love with. Really people, I just stick to the things I'm good at. Just sayin'... It's a new year and I have come to terms with the posts from the blog imposter (love ya Douglas). It is time to inconsistently post on the happening of the Spencer rugrats.

Day 1

Deer Hunt 09

I figured I would add some real content to lissa's blog so let me start with the deer hunts. This is Hoppy's (Stan) muzzleloader buck. We knew there were a couple good bucks in the area so I was pumped when I heard dad fire off his shot. We switched our tags to the Southern unit and really enjoyed seeing bucks with trash. I missed this same buck the night before. Dad complained about ground shrinkage but this is the first 5x5 he has shot. I even got a couple reluctant pictures of Hoppy behind this guy.


Tad seems to be able to pull his little stashes of luck out of his pocket at pretty much any time. Well he did it this year for sure. Opening morning after a first light blunder he was faced with a decision most hunters will never have the opportunity to choose from...... Do I shoot the one with trash, the really heavy buck or the tall wide buck? Let me see.... I'll shoot the one Doug laid claim to just a few minutes ago....the one with trash! He scored a nice 4x6 at 309 yards with a muzzleloader. We were just glad he didn't use ALL his luck when he stumbled across this toad because he definately needed some later that day. All I can say is way to open the muzzleloader hunt.



All season long I was stood firm that I wouldn't shoot a buck unless he was bigger than my last. That philosophy has kept me from shooting a deer for three years. Me and Tad spent the better part of the day looking at awesome deer country but saw few deer. Sometime during the day I piped off about shooting at a buck's forehead and fate would have it the only buck we found on the way back to Delta was a 2x3 that was perfectly OK letting me shoot at him. With a little badgering from Tad about never shooting deer I finally decided to follow through with my earlier threat. I missed the forehead but did not miss his neck and there we were. We spent the next half hour taking care of the little guy. Even though I wasted a chance at a limited entry draw with my unfilled dedicated hunter tag on dinky here I still had one heck of a day. No matter how bummed out I acted I spent the day tooling around the mountains with Tad and we got to deal with another deer together by the time it was over, I guess the 2x3 was worth it:)

Grrrr. What a day. All I want to do is finish something.

Today has been a "When you give a mouse a cookie" or "When you give a pig a pancake" sort of day. If you don't know, they are a series of childrens books. Let me explain why I seriously drive myself crazy... I was on the phone with Mindy and I come up with this brilliant idea. Let's do a vampire party as a prelude to the New Moon movie that premiers at midnight on the 19th (12:05am on the 20th if we get technical). As I'm typing this I realize that it sounds like I am still an infatuated teen. That may be so. I'm okay with that. Anyway...I suggest to Mindy that we have this party outside on my patio. She says, "I don't know what you're talking about. Won't we get muddy if the weather turns bad?" Realizing that she didn't know that we had built a covered patio this summer, I say, "I'll post pictures of it on my blog." Well...I take the pictures, download the pictures, resize the dang things so they upload quickly, then I think, "It makes sense to post the "before" pictures also. So I repeat the process with the "before" pictures. So now I have spent what seems like all day, finding pictures of the building of this patio so I can post them. Ugh. Grrr, Sheesh! I would like to get off the computer now but am so bothered that I spent 3 million years in the process and still have a super long to-do list. I give up. Happy stinkin blogging. Will someone take my computer away from me and send me to time out? Sorry kids, your mom has been blogging and will soon return to Earth.

Lovin' the Patio Part 4

We/I TOTALLY appreciated Tad, Doug's brother, for helping with the tin. Truth be told, we had to bribe him but I'm sure he would've stayed to help either way.


Projects like this can't be completed with out injury to persons or property. Owen must have grown bigger, more clumsy feet the day we backed the flat-bed trailer up to the house. He fell through the rungs on the ramps, tripped over the ladder, scratched his arm on the tin that stuck out off of the trailer. Oi', that kid is a hazard to himself somedays.



Ahhhhhhh. FINISHED.

Lovin' the Patio Part 3

We drew up plans and measured and planned and measured again. Welding the patio roof/awning was quite an undertaking. Doug and Kyle (a family friend) worked all of one day and half of another. Kyle was working to pay for the toilet he blew up. Who knew that bottle rockets and fire crackers would still go boom after they were lit and flushed.

Thank you Owen, for taking the pictures.