WAVES

Dearest Blog,

Oh how i love you, let me count the ways.............or should I say waves? You see blog,
Life moves in waves. The momentum of a wave gradually builds, and builds, and builds. And when it has taken on too much water, the wave crashes................and is no longer. Thus is the case of my dear laptop..............she took on too much and like the waves of the ocean she crashed. Never to be used again. I am sad. She became like a sister to me (sorry Jamie to compare you to a computer). At night before we went to bed we would swap stories about our days. She would tell her stories and I would tell mine. She kept all my secrets (All those blog post that I saved only as drafts), she never divulged them. Like a dear sister she stuck by me, wispering words of encouragements, when I needed it most (a.k.a when the laundry pile was touching the ceiling, or when Tanner stuck a sea shell in his ear, or when the bros were plotting mutiny). She has been having some issues, difficulty responding, and then she crashed. I held out a vigil for her for weeks, hoping that she would pull through, but such is not the case. At three thirty today when I got the message that she was a gonner I held a moment of silence for her (and all my lost programs, music and pictures) and decided that life comes in waves. Waves have always been and will always be Therefore, I have decided to carry on, without my laptop, because that is what she would want me to do.


Since I currently have no way of getting pictures off my camera, I will leave you with the most amazing photography of Clark Little. I have to say I am obsessed with it. I mean litterally obsessed. His website is clarklittlephotography.com Take a look.

LATE SUMMER

 

They say, that late Summer is where laziness finds respectability……….. I couldn’t agree more.

Here are some images of late summer.

Educating America One post at a time

It has been so long since I have posted and since I am having some technical difficulties with uploading my summer vacation photos, I have decided to share some of my knowledge and wisdom that I gained over the summer.

TIDBIT OF WISDOM #1:

The this picture is of the day that Tanner decided to give himself a hair cut. It was oddly familiar to a date two years ago when I received a phone call from my sister, informing me, through her laughter, that she was glad Zach was a boy. Fast forward two years, same place, same house, probably same scissors…….and once again I am the mother of a child who happens to believe Pilgrim mullets ROCK!!! SO FYI, if Jamie calls you and says, “I am so glad that your child is a boy, while laughing”………it means that your child (or her child as I recall) has just been playing Edward Scissorhands at her house.

(****The pink piggy bank in the foreground is Tanner’s hiding spot for money that he steals from other people. He then uses that money to buy snow cones).

TIDBIT OF WISDOM #2:

 

This is a picture of Carver playing in the Championship game at the Park City Soccer tournament. This is also the same game where both sidelines got a little heated to say the least. After the game a mother from the other sideline walked to center field to talk to the ref. Krissie, A mother from our sideline, holding her newborn baby, yelled something at her. The next thing I knew is a wild and crazed, Hispanic woman from the other team was thumping her chest and yelling at Krissie to “DROP YOUR BABY!” Krissie got all huffy and asked me what she said. Trying to avoid bloodshed, I sheepishly and quietly replied, “I think she said, DROP YOUR BABY.” Krissie then starts yelling at me, “What did she say?” At that moment I hollered to my children to high tail it to the car, I told everyone I was going to get my pocket knife, but in reality I had sized up the situation with my keen mind, and realized we were about to get our arses kicked.  So , FYI, if someone tells you to drop your baby……………………….grab your baby and run! Also a good excuse (so people don’t think you are a whimp) to get out of fighting another sideline at a youth soccer game is act like you left your pocket knife in the car.

***Krissie’s name has been changed to protect her identity.

****Also Krissie said after the fact that if she would have heard what the crazed Hispanic lady had told her she would have dropped her baby and taken her on. SO…….FYI (bonus) don’t mess with KRISSIE.

 

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P.S

I finally figured out why my pictures won't up load to my computer. Get ready for picture overload........... it has been a while........so I have some penance to pay.