These photos are from a few months ago, but they are cute and I wanted to share them.
It was a delightful day!
To see what is happening in the dollhouse, please visit Adventures at Weathertop. (They are beginning to decorate for Christmas...here is your chance to peek in the windows).
If a tree falls in the woods and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?
We looked out our back window the other night after a big storm and this is what we saw...well, we saw the shadows of this destruction as it was night and fully dark, but you know what I mean.
This tree fell down and missed everything. It missed the house, thank goodness. It missed all of the cars. It missed the neighbors sheds. It missed the garage. It missed the picnic table. It even missed this tree, falling with a major branch to either side.
I couldn't get close enough to take a picture but the very roots were ripped out of the ground. (I don't like to crawl around in weeds here because of the ticks...I am a baby that way).
It was a dead tree and needed to come down. I don't think we could have done a better job had we done it ourselves.
I am sorry. This post is about a week old. Typepad crashed while I was writing it and in the excitement of the weekend, I forgot I left is incomplete.
Sunday:
Judy...provider of transportation for local deer ticks.
Sunday was a beautiful sunny day with expansive blue skies. We couldn't resist a walk by the pond. Look at those amazing reflections. The water was so clear you could count the leaves on the bottom.
I feel like I need some 70's music to go with my bell bottom pant looking shadow. Baum, chicka, baum, baum....
Monday:
Can you believe it?
No worries, it was gone by Tuesday.
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Waiting...while Judy explores the world's largest Forever 21 store. I couldn't find the back of this store.
Friday:
This week I got myself involved in the discussion about how to improve our school despite its falling scores and dwindling budget. I have been avoiding getting involved with this debate for months mainly because I know how passionately I feel about it. The last time I got involved in something like this, I ended up quivering like a heap of spilled jello at the bottom of the stairs. Needless to say, my mind has become obsessed with the topic and I have spent many hours thinking about it, talking about it, yahoo grouping about it, dreaming about it this week.
I become obsessed with things at times. Poor Mr. MacGyver dreads it and if he could....he'd forbid it. But can you hold back a tidal wave?
I don't have much to say about Halloween this year. It just didn't pack the punch it used to...I think my babies are growing up.
As you can see, my children chose to dress themselves as cinematic cultural icons. Can you tell who they are?
If not, don't feel bad, not many people could.
(Judy was Napolean-a Dynamite and Roy was Wayne from Wayne's World).
