Attempt #1 at blogging

Let's see. How do I start this thing that seems to be popular nowadays called blogging? I never thought the day would come that I decide to create a journal. It's a journal to me only not written down in a leather bound book with lines. This is modern day journal compositions. According to my zodiac profile, I am an eccentric person and I have to regretfully agree. I am. Along with some other adjectives that are under the "weakness" section of my profile that I will later copy and paste here. So that is the name of this here blog of mine. Eccentric Water Bearer. The water bearer part of the title is my zodiac sign. Aquarius. Another not so nice description of me according to the profile is "scattered". It isn't the most pleasant word to describe one, however, it's accurate. Therefore, this is mainly what reading my blog will be like. Scattered. Random thoughts. I have a lot to say on any given day whether it's talking to my girlfriends, mother, siblings, husband, you name it. I just like to run off at the mouth about things that pop up in my head. So I guess the person who created blogging too had a scattered brain and needed something to house it's never ending thoughts. ::holding up a glass of red:: Here's to Blogging! ::cling::


Dear hubby is away in Pennsylvania hunting doe and buck for us to have for Christmas day and the rest of the season. It usually lasts us a good 3 months depending on how often we eat it. Long before I met the hubby I wouldn't dare consider tasting, let alone, loving venison. No way, no how. Then something happened and from that day on, I looked forward to hunting season. What happened was that I gave in to temptation. I don't know why. That whole, "don't knock it before you try it" notion kicked in my brain and next thing I know, I was having a second piece. Now I really feel bad for all the Bambi's out there just trying to live and raise their lil' fawns. However, I feel far worse when I'm driving along and every other street out here in my neck of the woods are Bambi's on the side of the road. It just breaks my heart. I don't know which is worse really. Either way their lives are being taken but I guess because when hubby gets home from his long weekend in the woods, Bambi is cut up and packaged by the butcher. The picture in my head is different when seeing them on the side of the road with their bellies open and buzzards picking at them. It's like something freakin' straight off the Discovery Channel. When the hubby goes hunting it kinda reminds me of the olden days when the man would go out and hunt for food and bring it home to the family. LOL. That's what I feel like when the hubby comes home. I get all excited each day he calls me. "honey did you get one?" "no", he says. There is only one day left before he comes home and I'm hoping he gets a big one. I mean like a 10 point. The likelihood of him getting a 10 point probably is slim but any buck will do just fine. We aren't one of those hunting fanatics that stuff the animal's head and display it on our walls like trophies. Hubby likes it for the sport and I like it for my belly. So wish him some good luck for me.

Now I'm a bonafide city girl. Born and raised in the Nation's Capital. Chocolate City, DC. I have lived my share of places outside of the city when I became an adult but close enough so I can access it within 15 minutes. That's not the case any longer. I am newly married as of August of this year and now the proud resident of the country. And I mean country. Neighbors wave as you drive by, residents still burn their trash, we run on well water, the Armish can be seen riding in their buggy and the best of all, the stars. You don't see stars like this in the city. Our well water. We happily don't have a water bill but I tell you I was a bit concerned when we faced a bit of a drought. Then it suddenly rained 4 days straight. My worries diminished. This country life has it's ups and downs just like city life has also. I can't get used to the wildlife out here. Creatures such as skunk are abundant in my world. I think back to the Warner Bros cartoons and the episodes with Pepe Le Pew (sp?) You all know who I am talking about. I remember him trying to mack but then the smell would start emanating from his bottom. Now, from watching the reactions from the other animated characters, you would think it's the worse smell ever. Well, IT IS. Words can't begin to touch on how atrocious of a stench it is. Pungent in an understatement. Rolling your windows up or down as you drive by has no effect on it. It won't air it out and it won't stop it from entering through your vents. What I seem to have mastered is, remember where it is located and the next time you drive by, get a head start on holding your breath and drive really fast. ::laughing my ass off:: Seriously. That's my only escape from the smell. So let's see. We have the skunks, buzzards, bats, deer, possums, raccoon, lizards, snakes, ticks, daddy long legs, moths by the numbers, spiders of all kinds, dogs, cats, roosters, and I'm sure there are some I thankfully haven't run into. Now you tell me. How can a city girl for life, live with the above mentioned? How can she? I'll tell you. Love. Love makes you do things you wouldn't normally do and living out here in wild kingdom would be one of those things.

Well, I think I have said all I want to say in my first ever post in my blog. Tomorrow is approaching fast and I have my strip aerobics class to attend in the early morning. I will touch on that next time. Night ladies and gents.