We took a road trip to Branson, Mo in which Clay wore my old sunglasses and posed like a teenage girl for her Facebook profile pick. He makes me so proud.
We took our glowing white children swimming. Several people were blinded by the glow coming off of their epidermis.
The Facebook pose, it was sort of a theme for my family during the Branson weekend. This is me, my mom and my sister. I’ve decided my head is too small for my body, I must fix this.
This was eighteen years ago when my mom had no idea she’s be called Grandma Martha by eight kids and teenagers didn’t pose for Facebook and my head was much larger, apparently it shrunk as my body grew.
See, it was the automatic response every time I brought out my camera. Get those lips pursed and the peace sign displayed…QUICK!
But, let’s get back to summer 2010. We’ve had a lot of rain. Lots and lots of rain.
We had a fairly decent cherry crop because of all that rain. So far, I’ve made two pies with those cherries and they are tart and wonderful.
There were some baseball games in which I did my best to pay attention, but not really.
We found ways to keep ourselves entertained through NO TV in June.

We tore down the paneling in Ellen’s room and I’m hoping to show you updates, uh….when we have it looking better than a crack house. I’m just sure that any day now we’ll get it done. Hahahahah, ho ho, hee, hee…ahem moving on.
We ate here on our way home from Branson and I think I gained 400 pounds just reading the menu.
They put a big piece of kale with a slice of pickled apple on each plate and that takes me back to every restaurant my family ate in while I was growing up in western Kansas. The food was meh, but the rolls are heavenly.
And lastly, we saw two monkeys making out on an ark where all the animals seemed to be incredibly out of scale
And that is my summer 2010 update.
I hope you all have a safe and wonderful 4th of July. We are staying home and blowing up things in our yard and eating a lot of food.




















My garden is pretty much crap this year. I planted late and it rained a ton and now I look out there and pretty much want to cry my eyeballs out because I’m a terrible gardener.
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