Matt Is Gonna Be Truckin' Soon

He is so excited...
...Doing a fantastic job....
Lookin' good...
....WOW! Almost done.

He is taking a break from it today though. Gone to Cedar Point with his brother. Super fun!

American vs. India ~ Harley Davidson

This will give you a good laugh. Show it to your Mr.

Summer 1991

This is what our day consisted of back in the "good ole days". Josh had plenty of little playmates, mostly girls! Two of them lived nextdoor and I babysat for the others. Aubrey, Amber, Laura, Lisa, Ashley and Cassandra.

I have recently been in contact with one, the little girl in the multi-colored bathing suit, Cassandra. She is also the one in the white shirt with bows, raising her kool-aid glass. She is now 20 years old! I am posting these pictures for her to see, as I told her I would.

She is working as a pharmacy tech and also going to school to become a pharmacist. With her permission, maybe I'll post an updated picture of her...

Blueberry Festival

Summer days.
Blueberry Festival.
Getting ice cream.
Filling your own candy sticks.
Buying snap rocks and jewelry.
Fun inflatables to bounce, climb and slide on (Alec, Daniel & Johnny).
Watching the parade.
Watching the human videos that, proudly, our church's youth group performed.

Didn't eat one blueberry though.

Another fun thing crossed off the summer list.

Worship

When this song comes on the radio, I blast it.
One of my new faves.



And this one too!

Friday the 13th 1st

I have been known to be a chronic complainer. However, I think that in very recent times, I have not really been on a rampage.


So I'm overdue.


Yesterday, I noticed that the front of my right knee hurt when I walked. It began to especially hurt when bending down or going up/down the stairs. Mental note to self: I've done something and now my ligament/muscle/joint or something is outta whack.


Before getting into bed last night, I'm practically limping. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit, but it was tender.


Waking up this morning, I turn over in bed and "kink" goes my right shoulder blade. Great. Haven't had that happen in a while. Now I can't look down or too much to the right or left without pain. Love it. Not.


Fast forward to about 22.6 minutes later and I'm standing in front of the mirror, plucking my eyebrows. However, instead of applying the sharp tweezers to my eyebrow, the dang things somehow manage to go directly INTO my eyeball.

Yeah.
Exactly.
Ow.


OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

I grab my eye, hoping to find the eyeball still in place and not stuck to my tweezers.

Okay, good there. But the pain is excrutiating. I'm not sure that I can see. I'm not sure that I can apply make-up. I'm not even sure that I can drive.


About 12 minutes or so later, I try and look at my eye. Okay, I'll survive. But it definitely hurts.

So off I go to work, mentally carrying my full list of complaints with me. I want everyone to know!

Must be the air. Jim is in the same mood. His own list is three ailments long as well.

To top things off, the kids call and let me know that the neighbor called the house to let us know that our dogs got into their garbage and got it strewn all over inside their garage. Wonderful.

My neck hurts.

Summer 1999

July 1999

Manistique, Michigan

Our first week away vacation as a family. Because we enjoyed it so much, every year after that we would pick a new spot on a lake somewhere in Michigan to spend the week during the summer. What great memories.

We stayed in a small, very rustic cabin on Indian Lake.

PaPa Mike and Grammy went with us.

The kids' ages were 9 (almost 10), 7, 3 (almost 4) and 2. Oh my gosh, were they cute or what?

It was the week that JFK, jr. died in that horrible plane crash. I remember that, because we had taken our small tv and were glued to the news once it happened.