Winter won't leave

Sometimes, winter is nice.

Where there is snow you can go out and play in until Scotch wears out!



Where twenty year old young men love to pelt anyone in sight with snowballs!



Where eleven year old boys play until they are soaking wet!



Then? This happens...



Winter thumbs its nose at you.



And branches start plummeting out of trees.



Not nice, winter. Not nice.

Shut the front door!

Whoosh!

That was the sound of the summer flying by.

And this young man flying by...



Second overall in the 5K on the 4th of July! First in his age group. Yay!

And this young man flying by...



Sadly, he didn't place, but he had a great time. Look at the concentration!

And look how lazy industrious.



I guess he wanted to spend more time watching the parade than trying to chase down candy. It worked well. People tried to see if they could actually make it into the wagon.

There isn't much whooshing here...




She loves the new windows. Barely fits in the track, but it doesn't stop her. She also loves the weather stripping. Not cool.



I would say summer is winding down, but we still have another five weeks to go.

Both of the boys are at camp this week. The oldest is one of the adventure counselors at church camp and is loving it. He is going on his second trip to The Boundary Waters. Poor kid. He's only gotten to go parachuting in Georgia, rock climbing and rapelling in South Dakota, scuba diving in Iowa and canoeing in Minnesota this summer. He's probably bored to death.

I applied for a full time job as a marketing assistant, but I haven't heard anything. They wanted someone to do A and some bcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. Well, I have had experience with bcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, but not so much with A. I guess I'll just continue being a slackass. (Love that job.)

In other news...

read her books. Or else.

Here's a funny for ya

Me and the youngest get dropped off by the oldest at the store with the eye doctor's office in it (not sprawlmart). The oldest then drives off to sprawlmart and points unknown. I told him we would be in there about an hour.

During my checkup, the doctor dilates my pupils LIKE THEY'VE NEVER BEEN DILATED BEFORE. I couldn't see anything clearly. I have never had that kind of reaction to dilation before. I couldn't even pick out new frames because I couldn't see any detail (Me, looking at a pair I might like - Are those rhinestones? Her - Yes. There are three of them. Me - ????)

I tell her I'll be back when I can see. I leave the office and scurry to the restroom (of course). When I come out, my phone gives me the text chirp. I CAN'T READ IT.

I hurry over to the toys where the youngest is, shove the phone in his face and say, "What does this say?"

The oldest is on his way to the auto parts store.

I fumble around and manage to text him back. We are finished. I CAN'T SEE. (This is more legible. I used no punctuation at all on the actual text.)

So what does he do?

TEXTS ME BACK.

Hello? I CAN'T SEE.

Evidently he can't either.

Our house.

Sometimes it is peaceful.



Sometimes it is odd.



Sometimes it is crazy!

It sure is hard to find good help.

Luckily, The Addams Family loaned us Thing.