I embrace my illiteracy

When it comes to computers I have two choices:

• Freak out
• or...embrace my ignorance.

Usually, unless it's JBF, I embrace the illiteracy and wait for The Savior of My Computer World (a.k.a. Big Shooter, Sledge, Love of my Life, etc.) to rescue me.

Like today.

Today, I would really, really like to post the video of Girl Child and myself being propelled into space. However, my ignorance about getting this DVR thing (or CDr thing, movie thing, what ever thing...see what I mean) copied to my computer so I can upload it to youtube is not happenin' without serious intervention.

Do y'all have things that make your smooth running lives come to a screeching halt like the check writer in the credit card commercial? Something that causes you to count to 10? Or makes you have to remind yourself to breathe?

Mine would be certain computer tasks. And knitting.

And cooking.

And cleaning.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: O, brave and gallant knight, I await thee to slay thy Blue Dragon. Thou will show pleasure and thankfulness in any way thee wishes...

Big Shooter, What were you thinking?!

Chickening out and sending your Beloved sling shooting into the air with your youngest Crumb Snatcher?

Tsk. Tsk.

1...

2...

Whee...

Yup.

That's Girl Child and myself...

Her: brave, bold and barely tall enough!

Me: not brave and bold...and barely tall enough.

Meet the cross between Sledge and Straight Shooter.

She's one cool chick.

Tomorrow...the video.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: cluck, cluck, cluuuuck. bawk, bawk, bawwwwck!! (not sure which one to type to illustrate a chicken sound ;o) Either way, I had my hands tucked under my pits flapping my wings while I made them!

Dear Big Shooter, Happy Famiversary!

One year ago today we didn't know how long we'd have you.

Our family's future was on quicksand. And our minds were numb with fear.This year has been filled with extreme ups and downs, but not one day has passed that the three of us have not mentioned how grateful we are to still be a family that is whole and complete.

You are what makes us tick.

You are what makes us laugh.

You are what keeps us together.

You are this family.

Today is our family's Thanksgiving and we have been blessed beyond measure.

We want you to realize how precious and dear to our hearts the time you spend with us is.We love you.

Happy Famiversary Sledge!!

(thought I'd just throw in this picture of our little memorial to remind us of the passing of your kidney and the pesky cancer...the whole reason for Famiversary.)

1 in 1,000

While walking through Silver Dollar City Girl Child made friends with a unique young man...

Then, during our visit to Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum she (sorta) made the acquaintance of another with the same kind of genes....

Keep in mind her hand is nearly the same size as mine.

Our fave facts gleaned from such an oddly entertaining collection were these three:

First, 1 in 3 have the genetic ability to curl their tongue.

Big Shooter and Girl Child are the 2 or 3 of that equation. In fact, the faces she makes in trying to accomplish this feat are comical.

Second, only 1 in 100 can turn their tongue over.

Girl and I can turn our tongues over one way. Boy Child can turn it both ways...Weirdo.

And last, 1 in 1,000 can fold their tongues back.

That would be our very own Girl Child. She's the 1 in a 1,000.

She can't curl it, but she can fold it! Super Weirdo.

Where are you in the standings?

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Sweet Baby Jesus!! What were you thinking?!?

A little preview of tomorrow...

R & R...well kinda.

Since R&R means rest and relaxation, I think we'll call ours DDT, WO & HTOL (Dead Dog Tired, Worn Out & Having the Time of Our Lives!)

We're in Branson again. Spending some much needed family time together.

Big Shooter joins us today. Can't wait.

Following is a typical exchange between the Crumbs.

1. I ask for a nice pose... she obliges, like the Good Child she is. He...

...doesn't.

2. This tickles him pink!

3. She clobbers him and makes other threatening gestures and comments.

4. He finally gives in......but, she has to keep her eye on him.

5. Then she gets her revenge by volunteering them to pose with the purtiest girl in the Ozarks...he won't stand next to her or will barely take his eyes off her long enough to get the shot. He does NOT trust the Purtiest Girl as far as he can throw him, sorry, I meant her.

Have a great day.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: We'll be holding a place for you in line! Can't wait to hug you. We've prayed for an angel for each bumper, please don't give them an any excitement.

Wow!!

The Crumbs and I counted down the days...

it was SO WORTH IT!!

When Daddy-O asked what they'd learned.

He was bombarded for the next 20 minutes with fact after fact.

If you are looking for some spectacular photography, entertaining educational material and being mesmerized by our gorgeous planet - then go see it soon.

And Happy Earth Day.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: I know, I know, you're holding your breath in anticipation for some words on the whole Chavez, Castro, water boarding, basically stellar first few months...but, I'm just not up to it yet Love. Maybe you can persuade me. Bribe me. Encourage me greatly. hint, hint.

You might be a redneck if...

y0ur keyb0ard has been missing the "0" for s0me time s0 you just make d0 with the klassy l00k 0f a zer0 in its place.

OR

bb guns are involved in Easter egg huntin'.

I, a proud city-slicker, do not partake in either of these activities. My other spouse Saucy Sashi, however, is a proud partaker of these things...

In fact, the Fourth of July at her house is synonymous with "fire power", not fireworks.


Any one else have klassy friends like mine that make life worth livin'?


Love Note to my Big Shooter: I know a sure-fire, fool-proof way to end the grumpy, dry spell...when's Sledge comin' for a visit?