You know when your the wife of a Game Warden when...

First of all...this past weekend we went to my brothers house and on the way there we are listening to Frogs on CD...no it's not the latest boy band...it is just that Frogs on CD...Last night Ray had to do a Frog survey of Hardeman County...Supposedly if there are environmental changes, frogs are the first to change and so they have to do frog surveys 4 times a year to make sure that the environment is stable...So we drove an hour and 15 minutes and were listening to 30 different frogs so that Ray could determine which frogs were croaking (all of those statements are strong indications that I am a wife of a game warden)
Secondly, last night the girls and I had just come in from playing outside to get ready to watch the Tigers play :( and a truck drives up in the driveway and starts waving his hands up in the air...hoping that I wouldn't shoot him (which was too funny) He is all dressed in camouflage (it is turkey season for all of you wives of non-game wardens) and so I walk outside and that he has a hearing aid in and his speech was a little hard to understand. He says...I got a bird and don't know what to do with it...To which I say in my head...pluck in put it in a roaster pan at 350 for a couple hours...what the heck -I don't know what to do with your bird for cryin out loud...I was born and raised in the city and I don't understand all this huntin talk! So I look at him with a blank stare, wandering if he really thinks that I might have the right answer. After a few seconds, I tell him that I am going to have to call my husband who is on frog duty (oh my!) I proceed to call Ray and tell him that there is a man who has killed a turkey and doesn't know what to do with it. Ray starts rattling off all these options for the man and then says, Just let me talk to him. I hand the phone to the man, who then points to his ears and says I can't hear, my aids will start feeding back and I won't be able to understand...Oh my goodness, so Ray gives me the different options and I then relay them to the gentleman...We finally come to the conclusion that he will have to wait until the morning to check it in @ Pioneers (whatever all that means!) He gets in his truck and drives off in the sunset. I get off the phone with my husband and have to laugh out loud that this is the life that God had given me. God is so funny sometimes! Me, the city girl, given instructions on checking in a bird! That's when reality sinks in and I realize that my newest identity is being a wife of a game warden! And I love it!