Archives - July 2010

Happy 11th Birthday to…

  Today Laurel turned 11. We celebrated with German chocolate cake. Laurel also requested fried okra, but I ran out of time. Sorry, Laurel. May your year be filled with accomplishment and happiness, not necessarily in that order of importance. We’re awfully proud of you, and we hope you’re still...

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Things Have Gotten a Little Out of Hand.

Or maybe I just got a little out of control. Anyway, this is the garden harvest from the past couple of days…with the exception of the quart of beans and several pieces of okra that are already in the fridge: I’ve had to start picking the tomatoes a little green, thanks to the squirrels, and you can...

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On Church Signs.

We don’t attend church, but the signs sure are fun. Today we were driving home and our conversation went something like this: Me: “Now that was a really good church sign.” Laurel: “What did it say?” Me: “It said, ‘Remember the little things. Someday when you look back they may be the big things.’” Laurel...

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The Most Rockingest Camping Weekend Ever.

Okay, I don’t even know how to begin telling you about all the things that went wrong on our weekend camping trip. Numbered list form sounds good: I left the refrigerator door ajar while packing. Nobody caught it. That meant for 3.5 hours the eggs, the hamburger meat we’d planned to have for supper,...

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Oh, and By The Way, We Really Did Celebrate Independence Day.

No, really. We did. What, just because I didn’t WRITE something about it all of a sudden we’re not patriots? This year we were actually more patriotic than most…depending on the definition. We actually attended the VP Parade on July 3rd. See? Here’s proof! In no particular order except that which is...

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Lest I Forget…

So tonight, on a whim, Greg and I went to Roller Derby. I used to watch Roller Derby every Sunday night when it was on while I was growing up. And this is what transpired: ____________________________________ Michelle:  Ooooh, looky at those cheerleaders. I wonder what it takes to be one of those...

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The Great East Coast Adventure, Day Sixteen, the Last.

ARNOLD, MO – The family awoke in Kentucky at 6 a.m. raring to go. Remember, they had packed up everything possible the night before. After hitching up, our travelers made a brief visit to the dump station. “Hehehe,” Michelle snickered. “’Brief?’ Hey reporter, Greg’s giving you the stink-eye!” It’s true...

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The Great East Coast Adventure, Days Fourteen and Fifteen.

KENTUCKY – The Family arrived the evening of Day Thirteen at Grayson Lake State Park in Kentucky. “Nothing much to say about it,” observed Michelle, “except this: why is it that Virginia and Kentucky don’t allow the public use or display of alcohol, when they are well known for their cigarettes and bourbon...

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The Great East Coast Adventure, Days Twelve and Thirteen.

VIRGINIA, THROUGH WEST VIRGINIA and into KENTUCKY – Not much to report these days. Before leaving Chippokes, Michelle and the kids went to a nearby farm and picked blueberries and corn to take with them while Greg got the camper ready to pull out. Then they drove. A lot. But that evening they ate steak...

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