We didn’t do anything too exciting for the super bowl. Duke and I got in from the barn in time to watch the half time show. I’m not a big Madonna fan, but I actually thought that it was a pretty good show. Watched the second half. Kind of a wild game. Didn’t really care who won.
While in Phoenix, we went to Cabela’s. Duke picked out an orange target shooting ball. We have been having a blast with this thing. It is made of some kind of self healing plastic. You don’t know which way it is going to spin when you shoot it. He and I alternate shots at it. We will push it about 100 yards with 25 shots each from a .22. It will spin, roll, gyro and occasionally bounce. I’ve shot it with .223 and 9 mm, but definitely cheaper with .22. Big fun.
We sent all of our entries in for OYE and Enid this week. Those deadlines are rapidly approaching.
Have already heard reports of people wanting to buy babies that are 3-4 weeks old. Others have told me to come look as they have one I need to see. “How old?” I ask. Two weeks. That isn’t old enough for me to get excited about a baby. They change too much from week 3 to week 6. I don’t start analyzing the ones at my house until they are about 5 weeks old. I pay more attention starting at 6 weeks of age.