Wordless Wednesday - The Fair

I know I said I would write on Tuesday...

It's getting hot here in Portland.  About time.  It's totally cool though, because I have a/c.  And I finished the curtains in the bedroom. 

So are you ready?

Ready for four-wheeling?

Well here we go.

Oh poor Christy.  She really burnt her back this day.  You can probably see why.

I love quading.  It's really fun.  I know it sounds silly and dangerous, but it is really loads of fun and we don't go very fast so it's really not that dangerous.  Unless you are trying to take photos while driving. Then it might be a little dangerous.  Trust me kids, don't try this at home.  I am a trained professional.  Ok, no I'm not, but it was really scary at some points so I really wouldn't recommend it.

Every time I stopped to take photos, Jas would ask if my quad had died.  Because that is what you ask all trained professionals.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch:

He isn't dead.  He is just doing what he did all weekend.


Oh that was fun.  And a little scary.  Mostly because I had to keep my right hand on the gas and take photos with my left.  It would have been much easier if it were the other way around.

Oh my, I really do have a lot of photos.  Sharon made Jasmine a summer dress that turned out beautiful.

I still have tons more photos of the weekend, but I think I'm just going to call it quits and leave you with this:

We designed our own shirts.  Yeah, we're cool like that.

Towering Inferno or Arms on Fire.

I'm back!  I hope everybody had a safe and awesome 4th of July weekend!  I did!  Except for the fact that I burned my forearms to a crisp.  They hurt.  They hurt real bad.  They are all swollen and hot.  But they probably don't hurt nearly as much as Christy's back.  Yikes!

I had a super fun weekend and I have tons of photos.  I just don't know where to start.  Most of the photos of me are really unflattering.  Let's start there!:

Oh gosh, this photo is hilarious!  Look at those legs.  I think I am part albino.  Don't worry about my arms though.  I don't look like that anymore.  They are bright red now.  I just red myself.  I just tried to take some photos of my sunburn, but you can't even tell in the photos that I am red.  So you'll just have to take my word for it.  I am red.

On Saturday we drove into Eugene and went to the mall.  I rode in the back seat with the kids.  I love riding back there because they love interacting with me.  They tell me cute stories, we sing songs, we play road games.  It's so much fun!  Ok, that's not true.  They do this:

It's riveting for me.  So I make them look at me for pictures.

Take a look at the DDR picture again.  I'm a big girl.  And they stick me in the back seat while they ride in the lap of luxury with cup holders and the like.

Must be nice!  Actually, I made Christy ride in the back for the rest of driving.  I mean really, she is much smaller than I am.  It just makes more sense.

Oh wait, we didn't go to the mall first.  We went to Home Depot to do their building craft.  Ken helped Jasmine while I helped Mikey.  Christy took photos.

It's a really neat thing Home Depot does.  Every Saturday morning they have a children's building craft and it's totally free.  Plus they get a free pin to put on their free apron (they left their aprons at home.)

Here are Mikey and I doing it right:

And Ken and Jazzy doing it wrong:

The first time.  They did it wrong twice.  Ken should have been doing a little more of this:

We made periscopes!  They are really neat.

Then we went to the mall.  Well first we went to Wal-mart, but I didn't get any photos of that.  You seen one Wal-mart you seen 'em all.  Right?

Would you like to see more DDR photos?  Of course you would.  This one I call Concentration, Consternation. 

This one is called, pre-dance pep talk.

Perfect score (and notice Ken in the background playing):

Mikey went skiing.

It was hard:

But momma helped him:

Here's a cute shot.  I call it "Heading to Tilt." or "Creepy Guy on the Left."

Alright.  I have to go take a cool shower and I still have lots of photos, so I'll post again tomorrow.  Here's a teaser of the quads (I have a lot of quad shots.)  Wait.  That doesn't sound right.

I'm ridiculous.

Why there is a small brown stain on the seat of my car.

It's not as gross as it sounds.

A few months ago I was on a road trip and had stopped to get gas. I'm sitting in my car talking to the guy pumping my gas and I'm refilling my coffee mug with coffee from my thermos and then for some unknown reason (brain tumor? Parkinson's?) I completely pour almost the entire contents all over the front of my shirt. It ran down my front into the crotch of my pants and soaked into the seat of my car. It was hot. It was humiliating. It was... typical.

I thank God for the old man pumping my gas. He pretend as though my white shirt was not soaked in coffee and just went along checking the pressure of my front tire (it was fine, I told him it would be, can't I just tuck my tail between my legs and leave?) Even if the pressure had been low I would have been like "Forget this! I'm outta here." It would have been death by car accident or death by embarrassment.

So I peeled out of there and started driving. My shirt was soaked, my undershirt was soaked, my pants were soaked, my underwear were soaked. Then I remembered a playground in the town I was driving through. I remembered there was a bathroom there. I remembered hardly ever were there people there. So I took a little detour. Got a change of clothes out of my suitcase and changed my clothes in the completely empty bathroom of the playground. Then I put down the towel I always keep in my car on my seat. Always keep a towel in your car. Right, Katie? Then I gathered together what was left of my dignity and coffee and headed back out on the road. And then I laughed. And then I vowed never to go to that gas station again. Which is a bummer because they have a really clean bathroom.

I'm packing. More on that later. Here's what is going on outside my kitchen window:

It's a beautiful day. I wouldn't know though because I got my head in a box.