Another park!

We went to Col. Denning park today. Has an awesome 5 mile hike (round trip) that we opted for. Jetta and I went as far as I could talk Jetta into going. She finally begged me to stop as her side was hurting. It was so funny. I enjoyed it immensly but I'm not so sure the rest of the family did! Brought back allot of memories of me and my parents and uncles and aunts going on long hikes in Potter County and diff places in PA.
The boys opted for the creek instead of the trail after they'd gone about a 1/4 of the way.

Headed to the truck after the hike for our food.

Ethan made it part way up...he tried really hard.

This was as far as Austin went! He ended back up at the creek, too!!!

Beeps at the begining of the trail and she was starting to drag! Walking stick in one hand and a cluster of acorns in the other!!

random

Just a few random shots from last week. This is Bryson...went to help his mommy with VBS snack one evening. He was so alert and handsome looking! :)
The hot wing prank! These babies were so hot I had to keep my shirt over my face while I cooked them. The kids and Troll were walking thru the house gagging, coughing and sneezing!! LOL!!! Ethan informed me that, "that was a bad recipe, mom!!"

Had numerous kids over off and on all week. Here are a few of them! We went to the creek on a miserably HOT day!

Jenna and Beeps! These two might as well be sisters. They love being together.

VBS...Alaskan Adventure....kinda wished that snow up there was the real thing some of those nights. Wow, was it ever a hot week.

Laughin' on!

I'm not sure WHAT the deal is but this must be my day. Someone out there must really need the smiles. Although I must say that Troll has had enough laughs at my expense so it's time for someone else to go thru something.

We started VBS this eve. Our workers came this morning to church to get everything set up and whatnot. Instead of driving back home (which is 50 min. away) they opted to stay at the church. I told Troll that there was no way they were gonna have McDonald's twice and that he needed to invite them to supper. They accepted and I had things ready when they walked in at 4:30. I wasn't hungry since I'd been drinking massive quanities of "arnold palmers" (a safe, unalcoholic, mixed drink mind you) and so knelt on the floor behind Eth and Beeps while they ate. I then did up the dishes while everyone visited and slipped off to take a shower.

All was well and good.

That is all WAS well and good if it hadn't have been for my fettish. A somewhat childish and eccentric fettish......heated towels. I have this thing where b4 I get in the shower I throw two towels in the dryer so that when I'm done I wrap up in one and the other gets wrapped around my head. In fact when I go places....my heated towels are one of the first things I miss about being home! So......I shower. Get out. Grab my towels out of the dryer and..........uh oh.....the vbs workers are still here. See...that wouldn't be a problem 'cept I had no clothes. When it's just us I take me and my towels and run up the steps. So I think to myself, ok self, its 5:45...VBS starts in 45 min.....they will probably be leaving soon and you can go get dressed and comb your hair. So i lean up against the dryer. Its then that I realize that Troll has just started into what seemed like his life story! Only it was the life story of how I met my good friend/sis, Teej, in Australia. And it wasn't the abbrviated version.

Hot. I go from leaning up against the dryer to leaning across the washer. The room the shower is in is not ventilated at all. I was begining to wish I wasn't wrapped up in heated towels. What to do? I got the brainy idea to text Troll to ask him to please cut it short. No answer. I tried again. Nope...he ain't answering. 15 minutes have passed and I'm feeling a bit odd. He's still yakking. I start thinking again....OH!! I know...text my friend. So I'm texting away. Whew....really feeling strange. I'm now hanging onto the side of the shower and 1/2 across the dirty clothes hamper. Starting to wonder if it was at all possible to dash thru the study, foyer, living room and up the stairs without anyone realizing. The room feels as if its closing in on me. I finally had had all I could take. I knew I couldn't call Troll or anyone else as the "shower room" is right off the dining room and the workers would hear my desperate plea for help. The room at this point was looking as if I could send up smoke signals. Steam and vapor. I texted a friend from church...Sam, will you please call Troll and ask him to PLEASE shut up? Two minutes later I hear his phone ring. He keeps talking...you gotta b kiddn me. Whew...there...I hear him walking. Next thing I hear...."Hello? Yea, how are you? WHAT?" and then these gut wrenching laughs (which was one of the first things I fell in love with) from the man I love (but don't really like). I hear him go back out to the dining room and say something about it being about 6 o'clock, feet, ppl saying goodbye and then silence.

Needless to say...by the time he came into the shower room (which he did about 5 min. after h received the phone call, opened the door, looked at me and busted up laughing again) I was sitting on the floor of the shower feeling non to well and telling myself that maybe my fettish of heated towels was not the gr8est idea after all! There is just no sympathy!!

One with the pot!

Ok....so all you fellow wives and mother's of boys....DON'T YOU JUST WANNA HURT THEM? I mean...com'on!!! A little bit of respect.

You ever wake up in the middle of the nite and are so stinking tired...trying to figure out why in the world you woke up in the first place? And then you realize...you have to go to the bathroom. BUT you're so tired it takes you 5 minutes to attempt even getting out of the bed and by that point....YOU GOTTA GO!!

So you stumble and weave your way to the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light, to relieve yourself and crash back into bed. ONLY when you think you're doing yourself a favor by NOT turning on the light so that you stay in the closest thing to sleep as possible you realize that you mighta probably shoulda turned on the light as you crash down only to realize you have become one with the toilet! And not just the toilet....BUT one with the water IN the toilet! You've totally missed seat and ring which (thanks to either the hubby or one of the boys) is standing upright. Trust me......by the time you get yourself unearthed from the water, grossing out cause of what you just crashed down into and dried off......you're no longer sleepy. It then takes an hour to rid yourself of the memories and the threats that you feel running rampantly through your mind towards those males you live with to even attempt falling back asleep. There's just nothing quite like.............

..........................BECOMING ONE WITH THE TOILET!