The Dock

Pathetic. Lost and Forlorn. Desperate.

I don't know how else to describe the looks on our poor dogs faces when we told them they couldn't travel south to Grandpa Ed's and Grandma Deb's house. But THIS is why...

At their humble homestead on Gun Lake, they were running a small zoo. Mind you, the house has been expanded in every way possible to accomodate comfortable sleeping arrangements of the large, blended, LARGE family. But there isn't so much that can be done to expand the yard for the visitation of multiple dogs. So, alas, ours had to settle for a quiet, cool basement while we traipsed down to assist with the Annual Dock Assembly. Which was OK. They were cool with it. Really.

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It being Jeff's birthday and all, our present to Jeff was allowing him to pick on Travis.

(doesn't it look like Jeff has a mutant leg here? freaky wierd.)

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They did finally get some work done. Silly boys.

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Happy Birthday Jeff. We wish you much happiness, laughter, and love in this next year of your life. And besides what Travis says, 26 is NOT old. He's just jealous that he's not 26 yet.

The Track

Jeff and The Beamer

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Oh, the track. It's a special time of year when it gets to be racing season again. We do love a good race every now and then, so on Sunday we drove down to the track and pulled up a piece of grass on Ed and Deb's super-special-on-the-fence-spot and supported Ed and Jeff as they raced. Or attempted to. Not too far into the races (I don't know how far they got. Something about time trials? Note: I know nothing about this sport and it's supersecret lingo.) this happened:

I am ignorant when it comes to cars. But even I was able to see that something is not right with poor Wile E.'s windshield. So Ed was out for the day.

Then Jeff redlit a little later and he was out. (i'm sure i'll get some heck later for inaccurate use of terms. oops.)

the girl's parade the bold new sumer '08 fashion accessories

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It wasn't the most successful day we've had out at the track by far. But everyone returned home safe and tired at the end of the day, and today, that was enough.

Happy Memorial Day!

What a weekend. Mostly tame on our end, really. We mostly hung out as a family. And not the BiG family either. Our little, precious family. We walked a LOT, as Travis said. Down to the lake for ice cream 2 nights (Mmmmm...) and to church on Sunday. Lazed (yes, lazy can be a verb too) around and were just present with eachother. And actually, it was a enjoyable, nice, peaceful, and sweet time. But, enough words. Here's some moments captured this past weekend:

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The Mornings

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The Evenings

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Mr. Darky Dark: I was telling my daughter I love her. Nerd-o.

*tear* *praying* *love*

Recent news from my ole N-ville speaks of the tragic death of Maria Sue Chapman, daughter to Steven Curtis Chapman (there is a really cute video on this link of Steven and Maria washing dishes). She was the youngest daughter of 6 siblings, 1 of 3 adopted children.
For those of you who don't know, Mr. Chapman is a talented and gifted christian music singer. He sang "This is the Great Adventure" that rang out over the loudspeakers every Shodeo at Grace Youth Camp in 1996, among countless other hits. He resides in Franklin, TN with his family.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the Chapman family during this very difficult time.

A: adorable

D: darling

A: action-packed

L: lenient

Y: yackety-yack-yack

N: nosy

N: newly 6 months old

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i LOVE you. Mom.