Archaeological dig

For our efforts, an egyptian cat and bird

Christmas in Idaho

Snowball enjoys a windy Christmas








mom will calm the storm

Introducing Cricket

Is my family crazy?!!?

more fun with online translaters!

Things you should know about Universidad de Montemorelos:
The mangos are really good
The pool is 3 kilometers away
They serve cereal and milk as a smoothie drink
Curfew is at nine thirty
The girls really like american boys, regardless of their actual virtue
There are a lot of stray dogs
"Kola Loca" means crazy glue

After taking the entrance exam for my spanish placement, I received 100 points less than it would take for me to be in the second level spanish classes.

Cosas usted debería saber sobre Universidad de Montemorelos:
Los mangos están realmente bien
El fondo es 3 kilómetros de distancia
Ellos sirven el cereal y la leche como una bebida de zalamero
El toque de queda está en nueve treinta
Las muchachas realmente como muchachos americanos, sin tener en cuenta su virtud actual
Hay muchos perros vagos
"El Kola Loca" significa el pegamento loco

Después de tomar el examen de entrada para mi colocación española, recibí 100 puntos menos que esto tomaría para mí para estar en las segundas clases de español de nivel.

Things you should know on University of Montemorelos:
The handles are really well
The fund is 3 kilometers of distance
They serve the cereal and the milk as a drink of flatterer
The curfew is in nine thirty
The girls really as American boys, without bearing in mind his current virtue
There are many vague dogs
" Kola Loca " means the crazy glue

I miss my herd

I miss this one

and this one

and this one

and this one

and these ones

and these ones

and these ones

and these

and this one

and I really really miss this one

This one's especially the Meg-meister

Megan, I think you would have really enjoyed being mobbed by chipmunks so I am devoting this visual tour of the rodent hysteria to you and only you. (I think Piper may have become the first dog to cry of happiness if she were there to molest the furry ones.)

May George Washington rest in peace wherever he may be.

But With You....

But with you the wind blows around us like we are the only things that exist. With you I run out of irony. I run out of drivel and pity. I run. I just run. That's what we do together. Run and run. I can't feel sorry for myself anymore, I can't waste away. Not even if I wanted to, you just changed that about me. It's because you are with me now. Then it was different. I wanted to trust. Now..it doesn't matter, I just do. I have to. My hands are empty, I have no excuse. How can you mistrust a thing that takes away all of your excuses? Darn you, perfect thing, where is my complaining? Where is my safety? Now you are with me when I'm alone. You're with me when I'm far away. You're with me when I go back out of habit. You're there saying something to me, I don't know what but it doesn't matter, because I remember that I don't have to go back. Because you're with me in my head, telling me to start acting like it. Cielo is heaven, Cielo is sky, which of these are we to eachother? I don't know, they both sound about right.

Things Fall Apart

Let me ask you something,. Do you worry about the great contraversey? Like, good vs. evil warring invisibly all around you? We both know it's real and we both have had our moments of soberness where something happened that let us see. The thing is that I worry about the fact that those that are invisible and evil are very smart individuals. Much, much smarter than me. Am I unecessarily worried about being caught up in a drive-by supernatural incident? I don't think so, because I think I am somehow the object of contempt. The singular cause for all of the fighting. The thing that is being perverbially discussed, that is me. I know that. It's not that I'm egocentric, although, wow that has got to be about the most hugely egocentric position-the entire universe is fighting because of me. Yeah...but still, I believe that it is you and me that are born on a battlefield.

Battlefield..
blood
shooting
abandonment
surreal
slowmotion

So my amplification of worry today is that I have blindly gallavanted into this amazingly adorable person that I actually love, well more like adore, I have absolutely no reason to be afraid of anything because of this beautiful creature that is somehow mine right now. or rather, is in my care right now. So the point I am trying to make is that I am happy. I am happy and I am afraid of the horrible scheme being contrived somewhere in the darkness about how to make the flood of greatfulness that consumes me turn into disappointment and resignation. I am afraid. The more I love my boyfriend, the more I am afraid of the awful plans. The more wonderful he is to me and the more I trust him, the more I want to believe it is not going to get poisoned. But I see poison everywhere. It really seems hopeless to me actually, I want a weapon to fight with.
Battlefield-
sword
war horses
barbed wire
smoke
silence

All I want is not to pray for protection in vain.

two much fun

these are the recent happenings. A few statements:

Megan loves sledding

Megan is fearless

the boxes light up

Elib and Eliasib don't know if they dream or think in spanish (they say they don't dream)

The twins can do anything

Alex and Piper

This gives you a glimpse into our household when cabin fever reaches psychotic levels. So pretty much every night around tenish. The people who live below us really really hate us!

Foam Creation

Behold the power of foam!

Not Worth $10.50

Yes, this is me participating in a highly nonsensical sport in fact. A sport that was created for all of those people who get excited about putting on their skis and walking from the lodge to the ski lift, or are rapturously delighted by putting on their skis and climbing partially up the ski hill to a chair lift above them, or even further, those who delight in strapping a non-directional saucer to their feet and heading down their favorite run, or perhaps a sports enthusiast who may specialize in an equally arbitrary combination of activity and it's respective equipment such as putting on a space suit to go swimming or rollerskates for a brisk hike.

To what am I referring? I do not enjoy cross-country skiing. I was a little surprised to find this out but I spent an afternoon this week exploring this realization. Let me just ask you, who would strap on a pair of skis and walk uphill? WHO??!!! Cross-country skiers is the answer to that otherwise rhetorical question. You'd think once the walking around and up and all over got you to the top of a hill and pointed you down, you'd be a fish who just got put back in the pond, but no, cross-country skis do not have edges, nor are you strapped in to them properly, so downhill skiing on these contraptions is like standing on two cafeteria trays and choosing whether it would hurt worse to do a face plant or a tailbone plant. I recommend the tailbone plant.

Cross-country skiing is not for me and I don't recommend it to you. The only thing that made it ok was that it was beautiful outside and mom and dad were there, otherwise, no good. If you must try cross-country skiing I would suggest choosing a destination to travel too, like a yurt or an alpine vista. This makes the sport appear less silly than the alternate approach of skiing around in circles in the woods for hours and then getting in the car and going home.

Fun with online translators

I've found a new internet pastime that makes me laugh heartily. It's really fun, you should try it. Just google an online language translator, type something in english and then translate it into another language. Then drag that translation back into the original translation box and translate it back into English. It comes up with some really funny stuff!

Megan es mi compañero de casa. Ella quiere hacer esta mezcla del salmón. Ella hace también las papas rojas, aplastadas y buenas. Yo la pierdo porque yo no la he visto en casi un mes. ¡Parece mucho más largo aunque!!

Quiero regresar en casa con ella y tan nosotros podemos volver a nuestro asombrar vive.

¡Megan es un artista magnífico, Alguien que necesita una idea impresionante para decorar de nuevo debe venir a ella, ella es el mejor del mejor!!

Translated twice comes to:
Megan is my companion of house. She wants to make this mixture of the salmon. She also makes the Popes red, squashed and good. I lose it because I have not seen it in almost a month. It seems long much more although! I want to return in house with her and so we can return to ours to astonish lives. Megan is a magnificent artist, Somebody that needs an impressive idea to decorate must again come to her, she is the best one of the best one!