Ladies and Gents...He's 30

Yesterday was Carl's birthday. That's right, the boy is now a man of 30 years. He's is finally catching up to me...at least until I hit 40 and he's still 38. Punk!

So I started giving him his gifts about a month ago. Since it's the BIG 30...it's supposed to be this big bash party, right? Well...my idea of celebrating the big 30 is HUGE. But, I couldn't do what I really wanted to for him. I wanted to send him on an Alaskan Hunt/Fishing trip. That wasn't going to happen this year, so the next best thing....a fishing trip to Washington. They have good salmon fishing up there, right? His good friend took him for a weekend on a great fishing trip. I benefited because they brought home some good fish. Yum!

But this post isn't about me....Its all about Carl!

Since his birthday was on a Sunday, there wasn't much we could do...he just wanted to relax and spend the day with his family, which we did. Went to church, watched movie, his Cowboys even played (and won) on his birthday. Made him Tacos (one of his favorites) for dinner, and then brownies and ice cream for dessert (which Kya loved making with me, she's quite the little helper). A candle in dessert, a little singing, and we had a great day. Carl was grateful that I didn't throw him a HUGE Bash Party...like I wanted. He said he enjoyed the relaxing day with his family.

So on Saturday, he wanted to go coyote hunting, naturally. Of course this was granted to the hardworking birthday boy. But the catch....he wanted me to go with. Again, wish granted. Can you believe it, I went coyote hunting. This wasn't my first dog hunt, I have been before.....like 4 years ago, but since that was his wish...I endured. It was actually really nice to spend the morning with my hubby (thanks Robin), we enjoyed a sunrise...behind the clouds. Peace and quiet, and even a shooting or two. We didn't have much luck calling any dogs in, because it was a full moon the night before. (I know, I talk like I know what I am talking about...Carl told me that one. The coyotes would have been out all night eating, in the full moon, and didn't need to come out in the morning). But I know Carl loved being out there, and I took advantage with the camera. The desert isn't much of an appealing scenery, but I got a few fun shots (with the camera). I did shoot at a rock, Carl wanted me to practice....did pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Well, Happy Birthday, to the fine lookin' man in my life....sorry Zander, daddy is #1 man, but you following closely behind. Love you Carl, thanks for all that you are for me!

I had to keep the hunt a little girly, with my awesome pink and gray socks.

What a stud!

Saw some bones....sweet!





Can you spot the hunter in this picture? He's good!