Technical difficulties

Well, my computer problems continue. We have invested in newer technology and it is just as uncooperative as the last.
Could be because we are in the hills of Missouri and our wifi or 3G or whatever has a hard time picking up signals between all the hills. Whatever the case, I feel the need to take some kind of computer class about Internet, networks, connections, etc. Just so I can feel like I am in control of this machine. Or, I will just pay some kid to do it all for me while I sit around and eat Bon-bons and read trashy magazines.
You are right, I should just go with option two.

So, despite. My technology woes, vacations is moving right along.

Brad and I spent last Friday and Saturday at the Lake of the Ozarks with a dear friend and her husband. It was much needed adult time. The kids went with my folks to a pirate festival in a neighboring town. I'll post some pics when I figure out how to get them from my dads camera to this device. They had a blast and spoke pirate talk for two days. They also brought home giant foam swords. My mom is now rethinking the purchase.

Now we are in the country with my grandparents at their river house. We are hosting a huge family reunion this weekend here and we all came down early to help. Well, Brad and the boys came down early to fish and boat the river. But Celie and i came down to help clean and cook. I love cooking with my Granny. It brings me such joy.

So, expect fewer entries the next few days until my brilliant brother, sister, brother-in-law, or sister-in-law get here and teach me how to do these things faster and more easily.

Thanks,
Me

What did you say?

What did you say? This has been a frequently used sentence lately. As I mentioned last week, this is the year for the 13-year cicada.

This particular insect spends 13 years in the ground, then emerges to mate and then die. It is much like an invasion of insects that are so incredibly loud that you might mistake them for a plane flying by, or when outdoors, have a very difficult time carrying on a conversation over their sound.

Here are a couple of pics from my Granny's back yard.

There are three in this pic. Can you spy them?

If you are interested in reading more about them, here is a link I found that explains more:

http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/05/13/us-cicadas-idUSTRE74C43A20110513

This is a video clip that has a good audio feed of their sound and some great close up video of the cicada in all of its stages.

http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7368155n

Soon their sound will be over and we will have to wait another 13 years to hear them again. But the good news is that the 7 year cicadas are due up soon, or so I hear.

Mom do you smell that?

Now that things are starting to slow down around here and we are slowly getting into vacation mode and I have found a way to get pics to this computer, I thought I would catch you up on the lighter side of our travels...

When we landed in St. Louis last Sunday and were outside waiting for the hotel shuttle Avery looked at me and said, "Mom, do you smell that? It smells like summer. I want to stay here forever." Yes, I wanted to stay too, but I am not sure how hot concrete and car exhaust made him think of summer. But I went with it.

Over the past week the kids have been fulfilling their summer check list. Here are some pics of the events.

Day one: Ice cream outside in bathing suits. We have to pry Celie out of hers each day.

Day two: Gang up on Isaak who choose the biggest water gun. Brother's have to stick together.

Day three: Celie and Poppy mulching roses.

Day four: Box turtle migration. Poppy found one to bring home for Ellis. He named him Bob. He let him go after about an hour because he though the turtle looked unhappy and needed to head on to his home. That is my little conservationist.

Day seven: Our breakfast was interrupted this morning by this little beauty hustling down the hillside. Quick lesson on turtle identification. DO NOT PICK THIS ONE UP! You may loose a body part. Snapping turtle that the boys and Poppy spent a good long while tormenting just to see it rear up and snap at sticks.

I think Avery was right. It does smell like summer now.

Get the army men out of the tub

The gall bladder is gone. My mother officially has one less a part of her guts. All is well and she is recovering.

Those 0f you that know my mom well, know that she is a worrier. So worried in her drug induced state of my that when dad called after she woke up she wanted to talk to me. People on drugs are funny! My mom is especially hilarious. She really needed to tell me that... "The army guys are in a green, no maybe clear, but probably green clear plastic tub. So find them and get them out of the tub." There were more words after that which didn't make much sense either, but don't you feel bad for the army men? I mean really, she didn't even know which tub they were in.

The report stands that the army men are not in a green or clear plastic tub. They have either escaped to try to make it on their own, or are in one of the 300 gray tubs that are stacked upon each other. I think I might just buy some at the store and tell her when she gets home that we found them. Think she'll know?

Seriously, all is well. Isaak had a pretty bad reaction to sleeping on the screened in porch the first night we were here. His eyes swelled almost shut, but are better today. Ellis might just have an ear infection. But that is expected since he never will blow his nose when he gets a cold. He just does the one thing that drives me NUTS, he sucks it in constantly. Celie and Avery are trucking right along. I have made more trips to Target, the grocery store and the hospital than one should ever do on vacation. Oh, well. Brad is loving his early morning jogs (minus the hail) and right now is on Papa's steroid lawn mower, mowing the whole county. He has his sunblock in one cup holder and a beer in the other. He is as happy as a kid in a candy store.

Still working on getting pics to this computer or getting ours wireless.

What a vacation.

Patience Grasshopper

Faithful readers, you are so patient. Thank you.
Last week was wrought with activities, emergencies, closures and lots of eating out. It was the last week of school, our last opportunities to finish work around the house before vacation, the last bits of paperwork to complete for work at the end of the school year, and the last bit of time that I had went into delivering some very non-nutritious fare for my family meals.

But all of that is in the past. We are on vacation now. I really must concentrate on the present.

So, many of you know we left on Sunday morning, bright and early for our first flight to Salt Lake City. Everything went according to plan. No excitement. Nothing to report. Until we were about 20 seconds from landing. People started shouting HELP from the middle of the plane (we were in the VERY last row. I think that is where they stick crazy parents with 4 kids!). Turns out someone had a seizure during decent. Since we were the last row, we of course, were delayed getting off this flight. We made it to our connection, but did not have time to grab lunch/dinner for the kids. Let's just say that the kids consumed their share of chips, pretzels, peanuts and cookies on Sunday. I am over the guilt. Lets move on.

So, I should have know something was up with the flight hiccup. But we made it to the hotel, had a decent nights sleep and woke the next morning ready for my dad and papa to come pick us up and drive us to Jeff City.

Why my mom didn't come you ask?
It is because she broke her toe on Saturday. Yes, xrays prove it. Broken toe. She was not happy to say the least. I'd say what she told me, but I like to keep things clean around here as much as possible so I'll let your imagination run.

Well on the drive to Jeff City, mom called and said she was having the neighbor take her to the ER. Too many details to recount. She is still at the hospital now with lots of test to determine what is going on.

I should have know, crazy start to vacation. But, the sun is shining, the kids are happy and we are LOVING the heat! I'll start loading some pics when we get some wireless going here.

Till then, check back often. The fun has just begun. Next I'll have to tell you about the 13 year cicada. They are cool. Loud, but cool.

Lately

Lately I have been up to my eyeballs in life. Isn't that what we are supposed to be doing? If not, then I missed that memo. Please send it to me again.




For our anniversary, Brad suggested I get the camera I have been researching and drooling over for the last few months. I have been holding off because I had only found it at Best Buy, which meant a trip to Anchorage. I hate driving to Anchorage. It completely ruins my day. But, on one of my unexpected trips to Walmart (I hate going there too. And I actually go to Anchorage more than I go to Walmart. And I would rather go to Anchorage than Walmart. But I digress.) last week, I found my camera. It was even cheaper than at Best Buy. Win, win!




So, happy anniversary, happy mother's day, happy birthday and merry christmas to me.


Can you guess what I have been up to since?


Wrong! I have not been catching up on my work for the end of the school year.


Wrong again! I have not been keeping my kitchen spotless and doing all the laundry.



Give up? I have been shooting anything and everything I have the chance to. I am learning all about aperture, back light, ISO, etc. So much fun. Here are some of my experiments.

Our letter "Y" log we found in the woods this weekend.

Do you see the buds? Yes we almost have leaves! This was shot on Saturday. The leaves are almost completely out now.

Fun!

Mother knows best!

Have you seen "Tangled"? If so, then you know that the evil old woman that says she is Rapunzel's mother and raises her, likes to sing a song along the lines of "mother knows best".

Well, Ocelia has taken to wanting to watch this show alot and now tromps through her day singing "MOTHER KNOWS BEST" at the top of her lungs with a rather angry look upon her face.

Worried?
Just a bit.

Today she responded to a request I made of her with, you guessed it, a hearty "mother knows best" chorus as she went on her way to do my bidding.

Why couldn't she choose one of the sweet, carefree songs? Something innocent and charming?

Maybe some music therapy or music behavioral interventions are in order. I should get on iTunes and download my "Tangled" musical choices and play them to her all day long.

Think it will help.
Probably not.
Rather strong willed this one.

Well, at least she is unconsciously stroking my ego. I do know best.