Man cannot live on bread alone...

but SHE could live on venison backstrap. Thanks Jason for hooking me up, you're an awesome wildgame chef.

My Mother Doesn't Appreciate My Humor

OK, so I have been feeling a little tired and run down for about the last month. After Scott insisted I went in for a few blood tests. Well, the doctor's office got the wrong phone number and my mother got a message on her answering machine that said, "Allison, this is Dr. SoandSo, I just got the results from your blood test and you need to call me right away." So my mother calls me all in a panic, "hurry and call him back and tell me what he said". Of course doctors aren't just sitting by the phone waiting for you to call them back so it took a few hours. After I got the news that my iron was low (big surprise), I called my mother and had the following conversation:

Mom: Did you talk to the doctor?
Me: Yeah.
Mom: What did he say?
Me: I'm pregnant
(silence.....crickets chirping...silence.....)
Mom: Are you really? (in a tone that makes me sound like an irresponsible 15 year old)
Are you serious!!!
Me: No, mom, I'm just anemic.
Mom: (heavy, relieved sigh) oh....

Of course now, she claims to have been happy with the news...yeah!!

Hungry!!

As I was leaving for work this morning, I spotted two lovely three points walking in my mother's alfalfa field...and it made me hungry!! Some people think the ultimate meal is lobster or prime rib, but not me. If I were on death row (yeah, some of you are thinking that is only a matter of time) anyway, and they asked me what I wanted for my last meal, it would be venison backstrap, lightly dredged in flour with salt and pepper, then skillet fried. It makes me go to my happy place just thinking about it.