Buttprints in the bluebonnets April 13, 2007
Posted by daveintexas in Current Events, Texas.trackback
One of my favorite things about Texas is the spring flowers, particularly bluebonnets. They are in full bloom now, and they’re just beautiful. I’ll get out this weekend and take a few shots to add to this post – if you’ve never seen them, they are lovely.
A favorite thing to do here in the Lone Star State, taking pictures of your kids sitting in a field of bluebonnets. Almost all parents do it, if they get the chance, and it does make a really cute photo of the little ones. I believe I have one here myself from a while back – let’s see….
Awwwwww. Aren’t they cute?
I didn’t make this particular outing. If I had, I would have brought the .45 and a big stick. Because in the spring time in Texas, there are other things among the bluebonnets. Like this:
Yep. They come out when it starts gettin warm. This time of year, they’re a little slow and easy to piss off. So if you’re going out for the photo shoot, use the stick, make a lot of noise and give them a chance to leave. They’ll take it. They don’t want to be around you any more than you want to be around them.
Just be careful moms and dads.
Presented as a public service by Dave in Texas in the interest of safety and family fun.
Oh, watch out for fire ants too.
Dave in Texas 
What cute little girls. They sure grow up fast, don’t they?
Is that a rattlesnake?
Jake Noshoulders!
Will a rock work?
Oh, and here is how my little one spent the day with global warming hitting St. Louis like a bag of frozen peas.
We have a snow advisory here, tonight.
Thanks, Algore!
They do Deb. The little blonde on the right there will be 21 tomorrow. And yes man, that is a Western Diamondback rattler. And he’s mad.
Eddiebear, awwwwww. cute.
Thanks. She actually poked that poor lamb in the eye. And this is shortly before she damn near strangled a baby duck.
We may not be allowed back to the petting zoo.
Watch out for the hogs!
Click to access B6149FeralHogs_low.pdf
We have hardly anything blooming up here. I HATE snakes. That’s why I live in Michigan – only one poisonous snake, and it’s very very shy.
HEY, Mesa, did you hear about that Coyote they caught down-town? My family and I saw one out on Lake St. Clare, just offshore, when we
casingdriving through Grosse Pointe.Feral hogs are all over this part of Texas right now. Driving property owners nuts.
Mesa, I tried to tell you one night when AoS comments were totally FUBARed, years ago I was down near Kingsville hunting quail, and as we crossed a dirt road we saw a pack of javalinas crossing about 100 yards (upwind, thank goodness) from us.
We only had a couple of shotguns and two pistols between us, not enough for them, so we hunkered down and laid low until they were gone.
Nasty critters, those javelinas.
I got chased by a javalina once. Scared the crap out of me because I wasn’t expecting it. Snuck up on me and went all sorts of crazy. I ran through a patch of cholla cactus to get away from it — bastard. I’ve been boar hunting with handguns before. Lot’s of fun and takes careful planning. But, oh do they taste good. A buddy of mine has a La Caja China grill that cooks the whole thing in about four hours to a crispy, juicy goodness. Yumm.
Carin, yup heard about that. A couple of weeks ago a coyote walked into a Quizno’s in downtown Chicago and took up residence in a reach in cooler while the customers looked on in shock.
Awwww…cute picture.
BTW…is ace’s site down?
Javelinas are mean.
But tasty.
I cannot believe that little girl is going to be 21 tomorrow.
I’m not depressed.
Much.
Look on the bright side…you can share a drink with her now.
If you’re lucky, she might even pretend it’s her first time having a beer. :-)
Awwwwww. Aren’t they cute?
Yes they are, but why have the midgets in the middle screwing the picture?
Just Kidding, is this back when you would look in their mouths and tell them they are tired? And the girls adorable, no wonder she still calls you daddy. You got this pic on quickdraw I bet, everytime you have an argument.
“You don’t understand!!” she says.
“sorry sweety, but I just found this this morning, and I’m trying.”
“Oh, I’m SO SORRY DADDY!”
Devious.
I’m not depressed.
Much.
My brother and I were something of momma’s boys, we were always athletic (at least as kids) but at least you get to see her age, imagine both of your children vanish for about 5 years into a world that you can never understand, that you can never console, and that you can never really accept.
We did it for good reasons, but my brother went into service, made my mother crazy, he came back, and made his own life, so when I left, jeez. Can you Imagine what the poor wimmins go through with that stuff? Pap’s was pretty good about it cuz he had been.
At least you can see your girls, and there aren’t any national security doohickeys in the way.
slubs,
I hope I live another 20 years to give it back to you, you goober.
wp
I can’t believe you remember my “aren’t you tired” trick.
You are a fount of amazement, and kindness D.
actually, this particular pic always makes me a little misty.
I’m sure tomorrow I will try to focus on the anniversary of President Reagan telling Ghaddafi you cannot kill our people without impugnity.
I hope I live another 20 years to give it back to you, you goober.
Heh heh.
If you’re still around (medical science is amazing) I’ll toast you on Nat’s 21st birthday. I’m going to try an idea I read about in a book. Next year, the first 2006 wine vintages will start arriving on store shelves. I’m going to pick up a good cabernet and a good chardonnay and store them until my little girl is old enough to share them with us.
On her 21st birthday (or near the date) we’ll make her a nice dinner and crack open the wine that was made in her birth year.
Hopefully, it’s not vinegar.
bring some Dr Pepper just in case
Happy Birthday, DinT’s “little blonde on the right there!”
And remember, your parents may seem completely clueless right now, but within 10 years you’ll transmogrify into them, and for the next 30 years they’ll laugh at your travails.
At least that’s what happened/is happening to me.
Nice pics Dave. Beautiful daughters.
I know you consider yourself lucky.
One thing I don’t have to worry about here…snakes,lizards and poisoness spiders. That shit freaks me out.
poisonesssssssssssssssssss.
When I was little my parents used to set me down in a field of rattlesnakes.
Made me appreciate the bluebonnets more.
Thanks y’all. She’s working at the bank this morning and has “important things” to do this afternoon, so I think mom and I will make the run down tomorrow and take her out to lunch or something.
She still has that long blonde hair. Same attitude also.
Punk.
bring some Dr Pepper just in case
Goes without saying, really.
Cute kids, Dave. And seeing the pics with the bluebonnets makes me miss Texas. We used to take photos of daughter and son that way — but they don’t enjoy it much when they get into middle school or high school ’cause their too cool for that stuff. We even have a pic of Casey-the-Crimefighter-Dog sitting in bluebonnets.
I remember driving Texas highways in the spring and seeing butt imprints where folks had pulled over to the side of the road to do the same thing we all do if we live in Texas — shoot kid pics for posterity!
Enjoy birthday with your beautiful daughter!
I like to tell folks the girls got their good looks from me, cause their mom still has hers.
I don’t have kids and this (follow the link) is why I am glad, because if I had girls? I would be in jail, and thoroughly insane rather than my overly thoughtful and passionate sort of insane. If I had girls as children? I would be a serial killer.
I will tell a quick story after this.
The first job I had after I got out of the service that came even close to using my abilities was Bell and Howell MMS ( I’m sorry people for a little more than a year I was responsible for most of your junk mail, but the equipment was interesting and fun) even though it didn’t use much of them, really, the real world bosses have NO IDEA of what people actually know, be you entering the real world as a former servicemember or as a college student, anyways.
I had this co-worker at this job, it was my job to “train” him, even though he knew a shitload more than I did about the equipment, and I had only been with the company for 3 months (thats how BAD large corporations manage their small operations, they were lucky with me) And we became friends, or rather friendly.
He knew the equipment, I knew a lot of ways of fixing the equipment. example he was a modular/pop and swap and wait guy, I showed him how to actually fix shit in the interim, while simultaneously making orders (“constant float” I think is the term a commander or two or all described it, meaning, you order shit, but you make it work now, until shit shows up, the “bandaid” solution, some say, but there is a difference between “bandaid” and continuous float. . . .blah, anyways) so we became quite friendly, we would alternate driving into “The City” though I call it “driving proper” but thats me.
We lived in the same area, also, he was one of 4 competant people in the entire area and there were 36, actually 35, cuz one of the competant tech’s was a supervisor, I should actually say 5 but one of them died, but thats different.
Anyways, I’m yapping about old old work stuff, when I mean to describe my friendship with this one particular person who had been in the business for about 25 years.
He liked me, in fact, he looked a lot like you Dave, only he could grow facial hair, and doesn’t cup his balls every time there is an EM field.
He taught me a lesson about the difference between the real world and the Marines ( I was pretty fresh out of the Marine Corps) and what he said was something like “You do a GOOD job because of you, you do A job because you need a check”
That rang true but I ignored it. Later he said “you aren’t doing this for your country, you know that? You are working for pay, you don’t have to kill yourself anymore.”
BRILLIANT
Over a period of time I realized that as a former Marine, who had talent I basicaly signed a contract with someone who saw me as an indentured servant.
This was a VERY good guy, thats the basic point, now to the punchline.
He and I became friendly, and then one day he started to dick up a job he should have been able to do easily cuz he knew the mechanic’s, I knew the electronics, and I corrected him, and told him to chill.
We worked and finished the job, and then when we were done he told me he was a little off center because his daughter admitted to him that she had had sex.
He started talking about her as a baby and girl and adolescent and then young adult.
My response?
“dude? You never told me!, I didn’t know. Is she hot?”
I was only about 24 or so at the time so it wasn’t overly offensive, and it was OBVIOUSLY a joke. But I love that joke.
Lovely pic Dave. Beautiful little girls.
Boss “Bluebonnet” Spearman must have been from Texas. Beautiful girls and photograph.
Could have done without the snake photo though.
Adorable.
Rattlesnake, not so much.
I used to love riding my motorcycle through the Hill Country in the spring. If the area got some spring rain (which happened about every other year), the flowers were just spectacular.
I used to love riding my motorcycle through the Hill Country in the spring.
We know, Michael. We know. http://tinyurl.com/34qo9a
Cute photo Dave. Cuter kids.
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