Homecoming Parade

Once again, my camera has failed me. Actually, it's more like I can't wait for it to focus and therefore all my pictures are blurry. So out of 2,344 pictures, I only have a handful to share. Somehow the stars lined up and today I only had three little kids. (Landon and another would be here after school.) So, off to the parade we went!

 

Let's go!

Those are Menard's shopping bags. I love those bags. They are strong and thick and perfect for everything. I would trust those bags with a dozen bricks inside. Why can't all the other stores order their bags from Menard's bag company? It would make life so much easier!

 

 

Had to stop at Brett's and check out the pumpkins first!

 

 

Like all parades, this one didn't start on time either.

To kill a little time, we went shopping in the thrift store behind the kids here.

Bought a play dust buster and a new play dough toy for $2.00. Can't beat that!

Faith and Luca's mom joined us for the parade.

She's pregnant. Not fat. Thought she would want you all to know that.

hee hee...

 

 

Landon's fifth grade class!

One of the boy's dad is pulling the trailer.

What a nice guy.

Really. He is. I remember about 12 years ago, when I was working for Dawn and it was just a storming. I was wondering how I was going to get home, as the streets weren't plowed and it was getting deep. Well, this guy had a snow shovel thingy on the front of his truck and he went up and down main street for hours clearing out the road. Now that my friends, is a nice guy!!

 

This is Landon's class. Actually it's the boys and his teacher Mrs. Thiel. The girls were on another trailer, but I didn't know that and was too busy picking up candy to get the picture! Landon is the lucky #7 boy from the right, standing up.

As the parade wrapped up, little Nora said, "Well. That was a nice one." Yes it was Nora. Yes it was.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Kinfolk

Recently my cousin Debra, and my Aunt Darlene, shared with me some pictures of my family memebers from long ago. What a thrill it was to look at those pictures! I won't bore you with tons of pictures of people you don't know, but here are a couple of my favorites.

 

This is a picture of my Grandma Gladys.

She is feeding a baby goat in front of her house?

Not sure where the "pen" is...

I love the little cart on wheels that is being used for steps.

 

 

My Grandma is the second girl on the right in the white.

I love how the boys are peeking out the door.

 

 

My dad and all his sisters and brother.

He's the little one in the bib overalls.

I love how the dog is standing up in the picture too.

 

 

Grandma in their new car!

 

 

 

My Grandpa Frank and his 50 Chevy.

Wish I had that pickup!!!

 

 

Another Classic.

I think this is a Buick?

 

 

And this is the receipt!

I think...

 

 

And another receipt.

Not sure if this is for the first car pictured...

 

 

I know this one is for the Chevy pickup!!

 

 

 

I think this is the Buick....

Can you tell I don't know a thing about cars??

 

 

My Grandpa received this post card

during the depression to report to work.

 

 

Can you imagine???

 

 

 

And this is the sister I never told anyone about.

JUST KIDDING!!!
Well if I did have a sister, I would hope she

would be this cotton pickin' cute!!

 

 

 

 

This Is Why I Don't Bake

Today was what I call a "freak" day, where only a small number of dc kids show up. Today I only had four little ones, so I decided it was the perfect time to try out a new cookie recipe I had seen on Pinterest.The picture showed really yummy looking frosted sugar cookies and the name was Meltaways. They had me at the frosting. But, here's the thing. Other than a really good banana bar recipe that I have, if it doesn't say Betty Crocker on it, I don't bake. Here is why. Nothing ever looks like the picture or tastes even close to what it is suppose to taste like. I just don't have the touch and I am always dissapointed. So, even though I have 4,566 recipes, I rarely use any of then. Today when I pulled out the recipe, I realized I did not have the cornstarch or cream cheese needed to make the cookies. I don't keep these kind of items around, because I don't bake! (I really don't enjoy cooking either, but that's another post for another day.) So, I loaded up the kids in the stroller and we walked to the store in the 40 mile an hour wind. (I really wanted those cookies!)

 

Got the cornstarch!

 

And the cream cheese.

 

 

Then we mixed them all up, rolled them,

flattened them and baked them.

 

 

After we frosted them, we had a pretty darn good lookin' cookie!

Until we tried to eat them.

I couldn't wait until nap time was over, so while the kids

were sleeping, I grabbed a cookie. The first bite I took

was actually pretty good. I thought to myself that maybe I

now had two good recipes. Then I took the second bite and

all of a sudden it was like I had 6,777 saltine crackers in my mouth!

I couldn't chew, I couldn't swallow and after all that work,

I certainly wasn't going to spit it out! So, I grabbed a glass of milk

and washed it down. I had to drink about 6,099 gallons of milk

to finish the one cookie. When the kids woke up from their naps,

I placed two cookies in front of each child, and waited.

The first child, ate one bite.

The second child ate one bite and licked the frosting off.

The third child ate half and threw the rest on the floor.

(He's only one, so I let him get away with that one.

I would have done the same thing.)

The forth child actually ate one,

but said he really only wanted one and not two after all.

 Bless his heart for trying so hard not to hurt my feelings!

Then Landon came home. He has a sweet tooth like me and

I couldn't wait to see what he would do. Normally, with a normal

cookie, he could scarf down a half a dozen with no problem.

He grabbed the whole container and a huge glass of milk.

(I am sure he was wondering why I was letting him get away with

grabbing all of them, but wasn't about to question it.)

He ate about two bites and then took a big swig of his milk.

Another bite, another big swig.

Then he said,

 "Mom! What did you do to these cookies? I can't breathe!"

I had a good laugh and told him they were just weird cookies.

I think they are going to have to go out with the trash.

Can't throw them out to the birds.

Would hate to wake up to a bunch of suffocated

birds laying all over the lawn.

Bless their hearts.