you asked for it.

let me draw your attention to a few things.
1. I spent the entire day refusing to go on that tube, seeing people get tossed around like that...how could it be fun?
2. I knew it was broken the second I hit the water.
3. If you notice at the very end, one of the boat riders says "did that hurt?" and you can hear me scream "yehhhhssss!"
4. I ended up with a screw in my wrist.
5. Katey made this video, I couldn't figure out why she wanted to take my picture all the time.

It's really funny looking back.

summertime, you know, the Kenny Chesney song?

I've really been enjoying summer lately (besides that it has been beastly hot and dry in these parts). I have to remind myself to take extra advantage of summertime things because when the LONG winter hits, I'll be wishing for summer. So far, a few of my favorites have been lime sherbet and a free movie in the park (where by no coincidence at all I met the one and only Gabrielle Blair--Design Mom).

comment bribery pays

Congratulations to:

(it says Robin, if you can't read it)

You are the winner of my comment bribery giveaway.

Let me explain the photo above. You've probably heard of those random number generators and think that I could easily generate a random number the corresponded to the order of your comments. True story. I could definitely do that. But I have this weird feeling that the first and last numbers don't have a fair chance in the random number generator. I'm sure I am mistaken in thinking this, but since I only had 20 or so names to draw from, I thought it just as easy to alleviate my random number generator anxiety by putting all your names in my wooden bowl. You just have to trust that I did not draw out several names until I achieved a desired result. I didn't. Robin was indeed the first name I drew from the bowl. Congrats to you. Also, congrats to me, since Robin lives downstairs, I don't have to pay to ship her winnings.

Thanks to everyone who participated. I absolutely loved reading your memories. I laughed or at least smiled about every single one!

UPDATE: see previous post

I decided that I will randomly select a winner from all the comments. So if you were holding back, stop it.

I wasn't going to do this

I've seen this "Do You Remember When?" post on several friends' blogs. Well I've come up with my own version, sort of. Read on, you might be rewarded.

Leave a comment of a memory that you have of me, about me, something of you and I together, or anything! It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember! If we're only blogging friends, write about a post that is most memorable.

If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Wait, now I'm curious what mean or embaressing things you might say. Ha ha ha. Lets not go there.

The person with the best most funnest, funniest, randomest, oddest, quirkiest, or sweetest memory gets a prize. We'll just see what the responses are and I'll award whoever or whatever I feel like. If you're a girl it will likely be a change purse hand crafted by moi. If you're a guy it will likely be something edible. So have at it!

It's a miracle!

Robin recommended the book Peace Like a River. I started it today and three pages later fell in love with this excerpt:

"Let me say something about that word: miracle. for too long it's been used to characterize things or events that, though pleasant, are entirely normal. Peeping chicks at Easter time, spring generally, a clear sunrise after an overcast week--a miracle, people say, as if they've been educated from greeting cards. I'm sorry, but nope. Such things are worth our notice every day of the week, but to call them miracles evaporates the strength of the word."

Gee I wish I could write like that!

In case you are wondering what the rest of the thought is on miracles, here you go:

"Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature. It's true: they rebut every rule all we good citizens take comfort in. Lazarus obeying orders and climbing up out of the grave--now there's a miracle, and you can bet it upset a lot of folks who were standing around at the time. When a person dies, the earth is genereally unwilling to cough him back up. A miracle contradicts the will of the earth."

I just love it.

Medium-Well (warning: gore)

More excitement. Camping at our lot consists of food, four wheelers, and as Molly puts it, the tower of death. This year, there was a pocket rocket/tike bike in addition to the traditional four wheelers.

What happens when the throttle gets stuck on the tike bike? How do you like your skin cooked? Well done? The pic on the left is right after the crash. I thought it was just a scrape. The picture on the right is a few days later. It's not normal for scrapes to burn. Oh, it's burn! Good thing the camera flash made my leg look so white.

So here I am with my first aid tape and gauze pad prepping the the jump of my life off the tower of terror on to the swig disc. Here's a pic of me and Kay on Cindy's bike. I guess I better stick to being a passenger. And with a driver like Cindy, who could go wrong?

Oh Crap

I mean it. My 2 week blogging hiatus was full of excitement. We had a grand time camping with my fam for the 4th of July weekend. Zibby even got to come and he was a great camper! He slept in our tent, played gently with the kids, and we even turned him loose on the mountain.

(here's the pup with Pinkie, thanks for the pic Molls)

He was especially excited when at an off leash moment he spotted a herd of sheep (shouldn't have been on private property but thats a different story). He ran so fast and far and all over the place. There was a small stampede of sheep circling our little piece of mountain chased by an unlikely husky sheep dog. Brooks and I were afraid we'd lost him. We chased him around, screaming like crazy dog owners. At one point, filled with some psycho adrenalin, I decided to just dive for him. I missed by just a bit and slipped on some gravel landing on my bum/back. Zibby was thankfully nearby so I reached up and grabbed his leg. Yup, I saved the day/dog. But what was that smooth and warm sensation on my hand? Like I said, oh crap, of the sheep variety. I was so grossed out. I'm not sure what Brooks was doing this whole time but I grabbed the pooch by his collar and ran back to our site only to discover that I had "oh crap" all over my backside. Zibby slept well that night.