Well, there are always different ways to tell a story, and if you'll humor me by reading on, you'll hear a Mountain Man's version of what happened at the State Hawk and Knife Championship...
WARNING: This article contains graphic content. Tender souls beware. Poff Clan will not be held responisble for any negative effects caused by the reading of this article, including loss of appetite, swooning, nightmares, etc.
"It were da twenty-fifth o’ April when it happened. Nice day, too, though a mite on de windy side. The New Mexico Mountain Men had gathered at de Dennison lodge ta determine who amung ‘em were best at flingin’ hawks an’ knives. Greetin’s were briefly exchanged, an’ then the men got down ter business. De edged weapons were out, and flashin’, and in less time dan it takes to tell, dem target logs was bein’ chopped ta kingdom come.
All were goin’ just as fine an’ dandy as you please until an argument broke out ‘tween two o’ da competitors. Don’t rightly recall what dey were a arguin’ over, but dat relly don’t matter now. First hard names went flyin’, den fists and feet. Perty soon de rest o’ de competitors took sides. Folks begun grabbin’ whatever wuz handy and bashin’, and bangin’ an’ bustin’ each udder up somethin’ awful. ‘Bout fifteen minutes inter de melee, de brawlers figur’d out dey could conduct de fight e’en better with tomahawks and knives. So out came de edged weapons, and de massacree began. Men sliced an’ diced dere neighbors quicker dan anything. Blood flowed like water. Limbs and de occasional dismembered head went flyin’. Never had de backyard o’ de Dennison lodge seen setch carnage.
Finally, however, de survivors o’ the bloodbath declared a truce, and begun patchin’ de wounded. The dead’uns wuz dragged off to a suitable resting place. Winners were declared and comradery was restored. Oh yea, those takin’ home de fine plunder wuz “Many Scars” (Open Hawk); “Cleans His Rifle?” (Open Knife); and Little Big Man (Junior Hawk and Knife).
"'Huzzah' to de victors - Prayers fer da wounded - R.I.P. fer dem less fortunate souls!"
Persevero,
"It were da twenty-fifth o’ April when it happened. Nice day, too, though a mite on de windy side. The New Mexico Mountain Men had gathered at de Dennison lodge ta determine who amung ‘em were best at flingin’ hawks an’ knives. Greetin’s were briefly exchanged, an’ then the men got down ter business. De edged weapons were out, and flashin’, and in less time dan it takes to tell, dem target logs was bein’ chopped ta kingdom come.
All were goin’ just as fine an’ dandy as you please until an argument broke out ‘tween two o’ da competitors. Don’t rightly recall what dey were a arguin’ over, but dat relly don’t matter now. First hard names went flyin’, den fists and feet. Perty soon de rest o’ de competitors took sides. Folks begun grabbin’ whatever wuz handy and bashin’, and bangin’ an’ bustin’ each udder up somethin’ awful. ‘Bout fifteen minutes inter de melee, de brawlers figur’d out dey could conduct de fight e’en better with tomahawks and knives. So out came de edged weapons, and de massacree began. Men sliced an’ diced dere neighbors quicker dan anything. Blood flowed like water. Limbs and de occasional dismembered head went flyin’. Never had de backyard o’ de Dennison lodge seen setch carnage.
Finally, however, de survivors o’ the bloodbath declared a truce, and begun patchin’ de wounded. The dead’uns wuz dragged off to a suitable resting place. Winners were declared and comradery was restored. Oh yea, those takin’ home de fine plunder wuz “Many Scars” (Open Hawk); “Cleans His Rifle?” (Open Knife); and Little Big Man (Junior Hawk and Knife).
"'Huzzah' to de victors - Prayers fer da wounded - R.I.P. fer dem less fortunate souls!"
Persevero,
Scribe
Queen Mom is the only one in the house who doesn't run to pet these sweet creatures. ( I don't run from them....I just don't run TO them, either.) Even Little Bit and Boo were delighted to check out Little Big Man's find.
It's 11:00 at night. Do we know where Little Bit is? Cleaning desks, of course. It's much preferred over counting sheep.
The brevity of life. We'll soon fade away. Praise Him for this moment. Enjoy this life He's given you. Thank Him for your next breath.
Beautiful flowers...
A bounty of gifts....
Aren't these pink shoes fun?
My lovely assistant....
Homemade deep dish pizza for dinner
Here's our Mother's Day picture, which we take each year.
I also started the laborious process of making a fondant for her caterpillar birthday cake.
Boo and Little Bit were more than happy to clean out the bowl for me! (Think marshmallow and powdered sugar...can't imagine why they would like that. :)
Inspired by a picture I found on a baking blog and after about 6 hours of work, I managed to create this adorable caterpillar cake. Since I would never call myself creative, it was so gratifying to actually have done this. Isn't he just too cute??
I was truly jumping up and down saying, "I did it! I did it!" when I finished this cake!
But, after a taste test, she quickly approved.
The End. :)
