Pictures for the Montana Relatives

I'm posting these pictures for Randey's brother, Andrew (You punk! Hope you're enjoying your vacation!). Andrew is up in Montana, attending a family reunion. Hey, and listen, all you Montana relatives, I told Randey he should go. I swear I did. It's not my fault the summer is his busy season! (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!). Anywho, Randey tells me that Andrew wanted us to post pictures of our house because "none of them have seen it" (except for Andy, Kathy, Kelly, Jeffrey, Arianna, Sherri, Ken, Donna and Wally, that is). Also, Randey's brother Bobby (Randey is 1 of 10 kids - WHEW!), is thinking about buying a shed, apparently, so I'm supposed to post a picture of our shed for his perusal. All these pictures were taken back in November, I believe - hence that beautiful white stuff on the ground.
Here's the front of the house and that's Jacob preparing his snowball. That red thing on the far right is the blow up Santa Sherri got me one year for my birthday. We didn't have him plugged in...looks kind of pitiful, huh?

Here's Jacob and Kaleb. This was shortly before they lured me back out and ambushed me with snowballs on the side of the house. I know this was taken before because I can assure you, they didn't look nearly as clean and dry after the ambush.
Here's Jacob coming out of the shed. Woo-hoo. Exciting stuff, huh?
And here's Kaleb...kind of looks like he just threw a snowball at his precious mother, doesn't it? I'm sure that's just the camera angle or something. Although that "duh" look on my face is fairly normal, I'm afraid. By the way Bobby, I was supposed to tell you we got the shed at Lowe's. I'm so thrilled to be able to bring this earth-shaking news to you.

Okay, so I hope all you in-laws are having a wonderful time at the reunion! I really wish Randey had gone. I know many of you think I keep him tied up in the basement, but it's simply not true. Don't believe a word Andrew tells you! lol

P.S. If you click on the word house, next to the word label, underneath this post, it will bring up other posts I've made specifically about the house itself. There's a picture of the whole house taken at night with the Christmas lights on. Click here http://grannyskywalker.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-really-still-6-months-until.html to go there directly.

Somewhere, Over the Rainbow

We have been inundated with rain the past month or so. It sometimes seems like it's rained every single hour of every single day (I'm so prone to exaggeration - always have been!). Just when I start thinking my whole world is nothing but one giant rain cloud (there's that exaggeration thing again), Jake brings me pictures of this, a beautiful rainbow that appeared over our house last night. It's a shame that the solar screens on our windows make the house look so forbidding when such a wonder of nature is showing off in the sky above. It's hard to curse the rain, though, when you get something like this in return (besides, a bit earlier in my blog, I vowed to stop cursing the rain - it curses back much better than I do!)

Is it really still 6 months until Christmas?????

It's started! It happens to me every year around this time. I'll see something, smell something or maybe even hear something that makes me think of Christmas! We were at Hobby Lobby yesterday and they were putting some Christmas decoration stuff out (I'm assuming for a "Christmas in July" sale). Man oh man! I love that bright shiny stuff. In the words of my very best friend, Susan, "if it ain't gaudy, then Sissy don't want it". She's such a charmer, that one. But she's right. I love the glitter and shine. I love it like nobody's business. Just seeing all the pretty ornaments and sparkly d00dads is like...well, as weird and backwards as it sounds, it's like a balm to my spirit. It makes me feel peaceful and happy and like all is well in the world. Forget the buying of gifts and the frantic list making - just give me a room full of tiny colored lights, a bunch of brightly colored ornaments, knick-knacks and thingy-ma-bobs and maybe a big mug of hot cocoa and I'm...content. I'm getting all dreamy eyed just thinking about it. So I guess I'd better stop. Randey is an extremely kind and tolerant husband, but I don't want to test the limits of that and much more Christmas talk and that tree's coming down out of the attic. I walk a fine line between Christmas lover and Christmas crazy. And, quite frankly, sometimes I find it hard to stick to the path!