I found these random pictures

First we have a very strange game that we played at our family night several years ago. They had to get a dime off of a pile of flour without using their hands.

What was I thinking letting Harrison do this on the carpet? We still have this same carpet and I understand now why it looks so creepy!

That is William. He is asleep. My guess is that he went camping the night before. he thinks it is fun to stay up ALL NIGHT when he is camping. What he calls fun we call "Family Torture Saturday"!!

What is this? Why do we have a picture of it? Someone help me please!
oh boy, must have been a spirit day activity. Go Pep Club! I have absolutely no memory of her ever looking like this. But this is my child, in my house, so chances are I saw it. Okay..... moving on.Good grief, what is this, the Rachel show?

Aright, grab your jackets, cause fall has arrived. We are morphing into October and the carnage that we like to call

AFTER THE TRIP TO THE PUMPKIN PATCH

It must have been a little cool out because the girls decided to put on a coat. But in true redneck spirit...

They are barefoot. And we obviously had a litter of puppies at this time.

So how was your Halloween candy? Good? Fabulous, because it is time for Thanksgiving at the beach house. Here is a little pilgrim girl we call Prudence, no, Charity, no wait, MOLLY! Okay, the worst part of this picture is that I sewed this same outfit for ALL of the little girls in Molly's kindergarten class. I just have oodles of free time I am trying to fill. Would anyone like me to sew some random costumes for their kids classrooms?Christmas just seems to come earlier and earlier each year. Molly sure enjoys a drumstick!I would enjoy it if I got the broom and laundry basket put away. Sheesh!

Going up?

We had a new electrical line run down to the barn last month. I looked out the window and every truck owned by our small electrical co-op was on our road. I felt very important.

I could tell what the other guys were doing, they were next to poles. But what the heck is this guy doing?
Umm, sir? There are no poles there in the middle of the road. Are you planning on harvesting some solar power or something?
Yeah, up up and away. You seem to be climbing the stairway to heaven.
Oh. Who knew that crazy contraption also moves left to right, not just up and down. Chalk this one up to my utter lack of knowledge about machines. And physics. And heights. And men in hard hats.
Yeah, you go big dawg! Oh, please add this to the list of jobs that not even Bill Gates or Warren Buffet have enough money to pay me to do. NEVAH. EVAH. Are we clear on this?

And The Mighty Shall Fall

There once was a mighty oak tree. Over 100 years old.
It was planted when this land was homesteaded and the original house was built. The house that stood directly in front of the house we live in. The family that built our house bought the farm and lived in the original house until this one was built in 1964. The original house had no indoor plumbing. Not even a faucet. They hauled the water up from the spring that is down the hill a little ways. They eventually dug the well that we still use today.
This was the last of the original trees. It was hollow. You could walk through it, if you didn't mind the poison ivy.

That is our friend Aaron with the chainsaw. He is really smart about trees. He cuts them down for a living. I am not sure if they were teasing me (they do that a lot since I am scared of everything!) but they were saying things like: I'll have to jump out of the way and might break a leg.

I stepped back another 30 foot and made a mental note of where the life insurance policy was. And how quick I would be putting up a "FOR SALE" sign in the front yard. TIMBER!!
As you can see, all went well. NOTHING was broken. Amazing. Really. Some day I will have to tell you about the day my husband cut down the 50 year old silver maple in the back. Right next to the house. And the power lines. While I was hosting a pre-school cooking party. Lets just say no more cakes were baked int eh oven that day. And the guests scrambled pretty quick. And the roof was dented. No big deal...

There was even enough time for Adrian to talk on the phone. Oh wait, he is ALWAYS talking on the phone!

Aaron is thinking: He buddy I just drove half an hour down the mountain to help you and you have to talk to your lawyer or your allergist or your neighbor who is a professional entertainment cowboy roper dude. Or whoever that is. Lets talk about saws. or skidders. or can hooks. (that is some of my fancy logging lingo. Of course I have no idea what I am talking about, but I will have a good story about the many uses of can hook handles later on this month.)
Let me just clean this up a bit for you.
Since I have it down I can torture it now.
I am a happy logger. I just wish this woman taking my picture had a better camera so I didn't look so bad. I am really the kind of guy who is into how I look. Really. Logger fashion is very important.

How to dispose of pumpkins in the country.

MMMM.. Delicious! Oh boy, my favorite
I love these orange ones
These are better than the watermelon rinds we get in the summer

Like a good neighbor...

I try to be a good neighbor.

Yesterday a few of my neighbors came by for a visit.

They actually seemed to be a little upset. They wanted to discuss some rumors they had heard about our family. I invited them in, but they hung back by the bushes.

As you can see, Tom was a little bit puffed up. The more I tried to talk to them the worse it got. They were in a fowl, um I mean foul mood.
Then I realized they had brought some of the more unruly neighbors with them. If any of you have ever met these ladies, you know what LOUD gossipers they are. Something was up!
Then they told me. They had heard about this:
I didn't make excuses. Yes, there are certain days of the year that we would willingly wring our neighbors necks and slowly roast them in the oven. Well, they left in a huff, squawking and shaking there tail feathers at me.
This happens in everyones neighborhood, doesn't it?