Keely: bringin' down Bob

Hewwo guys. How are you? Wong time, no see.

Oh. Hi Bob.

Was up, man?

You gotta move, man. You're wuining my photo shoot.

Bob, go away!

I'm

gonna

get

you!!!

Ah ha. I got 'em.

Now that I've got all the attentions...pwease, take a moment and admire my new wool longies!

Thanks. :)

Adalynn says "Thank You!"

To everyone who donated items to the Camp Manitou-lin Therapeutic Riding Program for her birthday, in honor of Cindy.

And most of all, Thank You, for sharing with us that very special day in November!

While I Work

While working every weekend has it's advantages and disadvantages, the pictures I receive from Travis of the kids fall into the *priceless* category. I'll star this one for a while:

Why the helmet? Travis thought with Adalynn's recent track record, Safety First! Now that's thinkin' with the thinker'.

This, I support.

Although I have come to terms with the facts of life, i.e. it is not my time to have a barrel horse, I have to admire, and fully support, this chick's recent blog entry. I realize that while I drooled and whined and weedled as I read this, not everyone will, and I'm fully ok with that. A Barrel Racer's Letter to Santa (except swap #5 with #1. and then it would be totally me. and really, although Cindy would look GREAT in #2 and #3, i really think it would look even better on Kitty (4th horse down.) don'tya think? she could totally be a #5 turned #1.)

Another Boo

Dog-gone tables jumped in Adalynn's way again, producing this lovely laceration complete with shiner. (she's got this thing lately for only getting her picture taken in prone. don't know where she got it from. kids.)

So. That's what's going on with us at the moment. Besides the USB thingy I use to download pictures croaked, and in this household we are too busy getting ready for Christmas, sewing cloth diapers (i feel oddly productive. never thought that poop catchers could help me feel like a functional member of society. but they do.), Cindy, buying 16 acres, the dogs, kids, attending 10yr class reunions (seriously, 10yrs?), working, eating leftover turkey...well, fixing it just hasn't happened. Ya know. So we'll have to be down with bad cell phone pictures and a Thanksgiving header for a bit. But soon, we'll get all our ducks in a row again. Really. Or at least look like they are.