Craft Fairs

I've been super busy crafting lately and have completely flaired up my carpal tunnel syndrome. It's definately a love/hate thing - this crafting business. Anywho, you can find me at a couple of up and coming craft fairs in Missoula.

Saturday Nov. 28
City Life Center
1515 Fairview Ave (near the Fairgrounds)
9am - 3pm

Saturday Dec. 5th
Hellgate Elementary School
2385 Flynn Lane
9am - 5pm

I will have lots of super cute Christmas items so be sure to stop by and get some of your Christmas shopping done!

Look for 'Knick Knack on Wood'...that's me! Hope to see you there!

Magruder Corridor

Back in August we did a car camping trip with some friends of ours. It was great fun, especially since Mike and Jessica did ALL the cooking. Tim and I had our first experience with bacon spam...not too bad, I must say. And beings that we had 3 proper English folk with us, well, that just makes it even more fun...the accent and all. We made them take turns telling the nightly campfire ghost stories because it's just way cooler with the accent. And we learned the difference between a 'crumpet' and a 'bit of crumpet'. There's a big difference.

The first day, we stopped for lunch at this bridge near the ranger station.

Thanks to my mom and dad for letting us borrow their truck. It wasn't much of a mini-van road.


Our first campsite.


Tim gave lessons on how to start a fire without matches. He's such a good Boy Scout...


and a cute one at that.


Speaking of fires...this one must have been super hot. It burned several years ago and there was still absolutely nothing growing.


The guys, sans Paul...not sure where he was, maybe nature called


Speaking of nature calling...

(it looks like a cliff but trust me it wasn't steep)


Our first camp site had been super dusty. The second camp site was GORGEOUS. We had two crystal clear creeks on either side of us and it was so lovely to get in and clean up.




Mid-air high-five...


Ghost stories...


Driving out...Andrew was pooped!


We spotted this very cool rock formation on the way home.



To be continued...next stop, Weir Creek Hot Springs.

Halloween 2009

Making creepy apple heads...





Carving pumpkins...






School party...



Trick or Treating with cousins...




Eating...



Letting Tanner clean up...because he had asked me about a dozen times if he could play with my vaccuum...

You have to know him to understand.

Trying to teach an 8 year old boy the delicacies of women

Last night, the three of us were wrestling on the floor when Andrew said,

"Hey mom, you are a big whale and you need to sit on..." Tim promptly cut him off.

Tim: "Andrew, there are a few things you never call a woman. A big whale is one of them. Women don't really like to be called animal names unless it's like 'fox' or 'chick' or 'ski bunny'.

Andrew giggled.

Five minutes later...

Andrew: "Mom, you're not a big whale, you're a pig."

I don't think he gets it.

Strange things

Yesterday, my sister became a grandma. Which makes my mother a great-grandma and me a great-aunt. I mean, I've always been a great aunt...fabulous, in fact...but now I'm officially great. Anyway, where has the time gone? When did we all get old? And seriously, do I have to relive the '80's again. I saw stirrup pants at the store the other day...for cyring out loud, STIRRUP PANTS!



PS. Congrats Chris & Michelle! It's freakin' me out, but congrats.

Quote of the Day by Andrew

Tonight, Tim was complaining about some tiny little red bumps on his arms.

Andrew: "Dad, can I see?"

Tim showed Andrew his little red bumps.

Tim: "I must have fleas. I probably got them from your mom. Did you know your mom has fleas?

Andrew: (without missing a beat - but with a BIG grin on his face) "Yep, that's because she's a flea-male."

A story for Monday

I'd been noticing a squooshy wet spot in my neighbors lawn adjacent to my garden.

It wouldn't dry up.

Last night I told Tim we should go over to her house and let her know she probably had a leak in her underground sprinkling system.

So we did.

We asked her if we could dig for her and try to find the leak.

She said "please".

So we did.

We found a sprinkler line running directly under the squooshy spot but oddly it was in perfect condition - no leak.

It got dark.

We postponed our investigation.

This morning our neighbor had to go to work.

Tim had the day off so he put on his camouflage clothes and went to Walmart. (Don't ask).

I decided to resume the dig on my own.

I found the leak.

A weed paper stake had worked it's way through the MAIN...I repeat, M-A-I-N...sprinkler line.

And I rediscovered my knack for saying a few choice words when it's appropriate for the situation.




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