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Grampy obviously didn’t lose HIS camera because he just posted all of these on his photo blog. I stoled them, just 4 u! We’ve got Bobo running wild at the Egg Hunt, climbing a super big ladder at the playground, throwing rocks into Maple Creek on our hike, and apparently trying to stab Grampy with a fork at Parkers.
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I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to do anything. Finally I sit down to edit some of the million photos I have saved up and… I can’t find my camera! It’s gone! All my recent pics are still on there, so I hope it turns up soon. Today I took a lot, first there was the town-wide Easter Egg Hunt, which Bobo managed to get a grand total of three eggs out of. I think this was better than last year, which he only got one or two. This year we even practiced too so he would…
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Saturday morning found us awake bright and early so that we could scoff down some leftover rolls before heading out with MM and their eldest daughter to feed the wild mustangs. It was a cloudy day with occasionally sprinkles, but thank goodness the rain held off until we were safely back at the Lodge. These gorgeous views were from our bedroom door, which overlooks the wrap-around deck, by the way. We separated into two trucks with Ashely, Dani, my Mom and I as MM’s passengers and everyone else with their 12 year old daughter in the brand new F-150. Yeah,…
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As I mentioned before, after dinner everyone pitched in a hand to help clean up. Except me, of course, because I was busy being annoying and taking pictures of it. Charlie also snuck his way back inside, skunk-smelling and all. We’d already eaten, so who cares, right! Did I already mention how in love I am with this kitchen? I’d followed the whole Lodge re-do, but I literally gasped out loud when I walked in to its magnificence. Ahh-may-zing. Gratuitous Charlie pictures warning! He was definitely the celebrity of the weekend. And it may not look like it with…
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Alright, so I wasn’t serious about putting up 34 separate posts, but since I really need to get my behind to bed, here are just a few from supper the first night. Once we ‘landed’ so to speak, we met Ree and her lovely eldest daughter who had been cooking and re-cooking our meal all night, trying to keep things warm for us. They showed us to our gorgeous, amazing, hotel-like rooms and I had approx. 2.4 seconds to snap a quick shot before we ran back out to enjoy a delicious feast and shyly tell our entire life stories…
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Our long journey began in an airport in Paris in the 1940s: just two women, alone save for a hoard of pastry, facing the beginning of a dusty road to the very far west. That’s a ‘Get Smart’ style Russian walkie talkie, not a cell phone Our spirits were high, though the miles before us were long, and the warm sun greeted us cheerfully from behind the industrial plate-glass. It being Paris in the 40s and all, I am exclaiming something to the effect of ‘Ooh la la, sacre bleu! Je suis une bibliotheque chevre au vin!’ Basically I was…
