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On Sleepless Nights and New Websites

2008-08-02T09:34:00.004-05:00

I'm getting married in 4 weeks. My fiance has been away for training for almost an entire week and will be gone for two more yet. I find my sleeping habits dwindled to a bare minimum of late. Sleepless nights means my brain starts working overtime. And guess what happens in the midnight hours when I can't sleep??? Things like this new website:

:: A n d r e w & B r i t t n e y ::

That leads me to announce that I will no longer be publishing at this blog anymore. Aletheia Liberty will be a website existing only as an archive. So go browse this brand spankin' new site, and be sure to sign the guestbook.

I Wonder What God Was Thinking

2008-07-27T15:53:00.005-05:00

Its always been a mystery to me,

How two hearts can come together,

And love can last forever.

But now that I have found you I believe,

That a miracle has come when God sends the perfect one.

So gone are all my questions about why,

And I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I promise that wherever you may go,

Wherever life may lead you,

With all my heart I'll be there too.

And from this moment on I want you to know,

I'll let nothing come between us,

And I will love the ones you love. I wonder what God was thinking

When he created you,

I wonder if He knew everything I would need,

Because He made all my dreams come true.

When God made you He must've been thinking about me.

He must have heard every prayer I've been praying
He must've knew everything I would need
When God made you, He must've been thinking about me.

[newsong]

One Of Those Reality Strikes

2008-07-18T14:43:00.004-05:00

I know I will be the bride in a wedding in 43 more days and that I will then be married to this guy I really, really, really like... But for the first time ever in my life, I received an envelope in the mail addressed to Mr. & Mrs. Andrew and it makes me go, "Wow! I really am actually getting married!"

Our Love Story

2008-07-18T09:15:00.000-05:00

Love is a funny thing. I used to think I understood it… that I knew how it worked… that it could never take me by surprise. I was levelheaded, I was logical, I was cool, I was calm, I was collected. I was in no danger of falling. Yes, I certainly would have liked to, but I didn’t think I had what it took. I wasn’t among those so lucky.

That is, until Andy came along.

It feels as though we have known each other since the beginning of time. But no, it wasn’t until a Saturday in March that some soldier buddy of my brother’s was carrying on an engaging conversation in the kitchen with my dad. I stepped out of my bedroom with absolutely no intention of falling in love and somebody said, "Andy, this is Britt." We met. The rest, as they say is history.

Our paths had recently crossed on an online photo of my brothers in which a number of his friends and family left numerous comments and plenty of playful banter. This Andy guy was sassy; then again, he makes the same claim against me. But what began as a series of poking fun at each other and a number of truces, turned into a meaningful friendship, which blossomed into a tender love for each other.

It was late one Sunday evening when Andy told me he had a deep question for me. He prefaced it by telling me how he had enjoyed the conversations we had shared over the previous month, how that in getting to know me he had come to realize that I was a real gem and that he had grown to like and admire me a great deal. He then asked for my permission to begin a relationship.

His request did not take me by surprise, yet it overwhelmed me as I sat there and realized just how much I had grown to admire this man. Over the last month of knowing him and spending time talking about life, God, our convictions and core values, I had long since come to realize that he was something really special. He was the man of my dreams, and then some. I knew "No" wasn’t even an option. I said yes.

The month that followed was one of learning to know each other even better, discovering all the more how perfect we were for each other, and our love continued to grow deeper.

He had successfully stolen my heart and swept me off my feet. My controlled grip on life and love was entirely wrenched out of my grasp and I fell,
head.
over.
heels.

The relationship that we shared had a deep element of seriousness to it. I was in love with a soldier, and my soldier faced deployment in the next year. A couple in-love can’t possibly anticipate with any amount of joy the pending yearlong separation, yet it was imperative that we both understand the price we would have to pay. We talked about what his deployment would entail, the sacrifices it would require and the pain of loneliness that we were sure to experience. Knowing what was to come made us treasure all the more the time we had together. We could never take each other for granted because we both know that we will be separated for a time sooner than we would like. So what perhaps would seem like an obstacle in the course of love, God used to only enhance ours and draw us all the more close together.

It didn’t take us long to mutually understand one thing: God created us for each other.

And so came a certain sunny Friday in May. Andy took me out to dinner, after which we drove out to a local park with winding trails through the woods. Showers and thunderstorms had been forecasted, but the weather could not have been more perfect. We found a bench by the lake and sat down. Andy put his arm around me and held me close as we watched the sun set and listened to the waves lap against the shoreline.

Abruptly he stood up, pulled a small box out of his pocket, and knelt down on one knee holding out a beautiful white gold diamond ring. "Brittney," he told me, "I love you very much. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?"

His love for me was precious. Without any hesitation I took his hands in mine, and gazing into his loving eyes I answered, "Yes, Andy, I will marry you. I love you so much." He slipped the gorgeous ring on my finger. We spent the next hour oblivious to the beautiful sunset that tinged the cloud-studded sky red, entranced by the sparkling stone on my finger. Its beauty betokened the promise of a life-long love that we would share together. It was a perfect night. Beautiful, serene and romantic. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for nothing. The joy we both felt was so great nothing could rob us of it.

We treasure the gift God has given us in each other and look forward to the lifetime we will share. Now that I have experienced such love I have come to understand that one can never fully grasp it. It’s too marvelous to retain; it can only grow more and more every day.

Engagement Announcement

2008-07-15T11:30:00.007-05:00

Friday, the 30th of May Andy asked me to be his wife. I said yes, and have worn the beautiful diamond he placed on my finger ever since--the token of our love and promise to each other. We look forward to Saturday, the 30th of August when before God and man we will be pronounced man and wife. God has been so good to us.

I love you, Andy.

Love Has Been in the Air

2008-06-06T17:18:00.004-05:00

I know, I know, that was a nasty thing to do to everyone out there... make a vague announcement as to my relationship status and then disappear for nearly a month. But I do have a really good excuse. Actually several, but I imagine the fact that my computer malfunctioned should satisfy the worst of you. Other really good reasons happen to be that I have been more than a little preoccupied by this really wonderful man of mine. So many of you have begged to know the story, and I fully intended to tell it before now. The hard part is that... well, like they say, it's a long story. But it's a really sweet one... and it's still unfolding... and it will be told... soon as I figure out a way to condense it into text form. I will try to appease your hungering appetite for a juicy story with a couple pictures. But first, allow me to publicly say that I can not thank God enough for the wonderful, strong man He has given to me.

A Lovely Equation

2008-05-11T20:08:00.010-05:00

andrew + brittney = usNever have I liked math so much.

We Three Shades

2008-04-16T22:24:00.001-05:00

...of diversity are....

Sisters for ya.

A Few Of My Siblings

2008-04-07T23:58:00.007-05:00

One of the Many Last Snow-Falls of the Year

2008-04-05T20:27:00.016-05:00

...Hopefully they're done now...

As you can see, I'm one of those sort of people who is a day late and a dollar short. But I thought people might enjoy a last glimpse of a snowy countryside before fully throwing themselves into Spring. The snow you are about to see is currently nonexistent--for the most part.

Horsing Around

2008-04-04T22:11:00.013-05:00

So those of you who are out of state are all probably going, "They still have snow?" Well for one thing, these pictures were taken last month. But yes, we do still have snow... Patches of it. But if this hot 50-degree weather keeps up, it'll be gone this weekend. Can't wait. Spring is thinking about it.

A Girl & Her Horse

2008-03-31T13:19:00.006-05:00

Spikin' it up!

Archie Aerobics

2008-03-28T15:32:00.006-05:00

You are watching the pixelated performance of the amazing dog...
that has defied the laws of gravity.

He performs acrobatic stunts in mid-air,

such as walking on nothing but.... gravity.

He watches for storms on the horizon too.

I personally like his imaginary ladder trick.

Cute As A Bug?

2008-03-20T22:50:00.003-05:00

Reason #4: Re: Bugs And Why Not To Avoid Them

(er, it's a dusty world out there!)

A Day in Green Bay

2008-03-15T20:44:00.029-05:00

Double Trouble:

Hannah and I are always up for an adventure.

The Drive

I think God thinks sunglasses are cool. Or else He wouldn't have created the sun.

I think rearview mirrors are so cool.

I also thought my passenger was cute.

"Have you seen my sunglasses?"

I personally don't generally talk on the phone when I'm driving... It's too much of a distraction. That's why I bring Hannah. She's my portable receptionist.

Rear view mirrors can be distracting too. This is why I bring my camera with me.

Um, and this is why we buckle up!

The Studio Sessions

First time in a recording studio, and I was what you could call nervous.

Concentrating really hard...

...and glad for a little comic relief from the control room.

Speaking of the control room...

Oh dear, did I perplex the producer?

Gotta keep these guys happy.

(Bud and Tom of Voices of Peace)

At studio 2 (that's what I call it anyway) we had time to add some mandolin licks to a few songs.

Go Hannah!
Yet another producer.

Hannah does the "wiggle".

Homeward Bound

My portable receptionist is amazing. Not only does she take calls for me on the road, fill in mandolin licks for the songs I worked on, but she pumps gas for me too. Too bad she doesn't pay for it.

Oh, guess sometimes I do talk on the phone and drive....

For a more detailed account, go here.

PHOTO CREDITS:
The photos lacking my signet are special compliments of my amazing portable receptionist.

Dru & Lisl's Wedding

2008-03-05T21:30:00.002-06:00

Pink Splashes

2008-02-26T22:54:00.015-06:00

A Day On The Ranch

2008-02-25T18:13:00.015-06:00

Does a bucket of oats and corn make a photo "grainy"?

totally cool.

The supervisor, Tazer

Lexi Lou

Ranch hands chilling at the hitching post

A couple ranchers hanging out

Under the circumstances, this cowgirl finds herself up a tree

Ranch strings

A pickin' and a grinnin' ranch family.

Random Pixels

2008-02-24T21:05:00.008-06:00

Can you tell I'm gearing myself up for another upcoming wedding to photograph? [grin]

A Wisconsin Winter's Day

2008-02-23T23:24:00.011-06:00

A Few Of My Favorite Things...

2008-02-20T21:11:00.017-06:00

...About Nebraska...

Okay, I'm seriously homesick. Like, desperately ill homesick. And then I went and cracked open the files of pictures from last month, and I was a goner. Nebraska is so totally calling for me. For those of you who may be new to this blog, I'm missing the three little charges I love to nanny, who also happen to my favorite (only) niece and nephews.

Landon

Janae, and Rat the Cat

Alex

Happy Couple

Me & My Birthday Boy

Janae getting Alex ready to go somewhere

Landon getting himself ready to go somewhere

Missy Jea and Myself
--photo credit
Chums

And more chums

Is it obvious to you which charming thing this one is?

I'm sorry, but when it comes to melting my heart, this picture does it.

And this photo screams,
"Come Back to Us, Beemoo!"

I think.

The True Feeling of Success

2008-02-09T20:00:00.000-06:00

There’s nothing quite like the satisfying feeling of success. There were many times I had a sampling of it in the last couple weeks.

There were the days I exerted energy into scrubbing massive overhead doors and even brutally cut my finger in the process (pain can be a symptom of success—or attempted success anyway). That was a good feeling, especially when the paycheck comes in.

I drove in a snow globe in the process of being shaken up, in the dark, with wind blowing and no visible road surface, and successfully arrived to my destination safely. That was a vast feeling of relief.

I photographed a wedding for the very first time. Aside from the productive use of my camera, I was also successful in reconnecting with friends I hadn’t seen in eleven years. That feeling could actually be summed up as not only good, but blissful as well.

I completed a complicated ribbing around a quilt. An absolutely good feeling.

I refinished the look of my mom’s living room, by successfully attempting an interesting painting technique and am now relishing the beauty of a slightly extreme makeover. Yup, "her works do praise her!"

I even updated the espresso blog and have a schedule of posts guaranteed to keep readers occupied for the next several days, maybe more. That’s an excellent feeling—especially when that hasn’t happened in a very long time.

But there is no success that can quite compare to the feeling of an empty laundry hamper. My friends, that is where the delicious taste of satisfactory success lies undiminished by any sort of material means or discomfort.

For five minutes before someone throws a pair of dirty socks in.

Adam & Carissa's Wedding, part III

2008-02-09T18:12:00.000-06:00

Adam & Carissa's Wedding, part II

2008-02-04T16:08:00.000-06:00

Getting ready!
The bride with three of her seven bridesmaids.

Carissa getting her hair curled

Adding a final touch to her cake--before it collapsed.

Mother of the groom was also the exceptionally talented florist.

Trying on her veil.

Maid of honor working in the kitchen.

Time to get dressed!

Miranda and Tate pause for a pose.

Where's Mom?

The flower girl admires her new teddy bear.

Slipping on the final pieces of attire.

Brushing teeth.

Applying some gloss.

"How does it look?"

Looks like she's all ready for the big day.

Time to go down!

The beautiful bride.

...and more photos yet to come.

Adam & Carissa's Wedding, part I

2008-02-02T23:40:00.000-06:00

Gorgeous would describe the union this couple made today. Let me whet your appetite with a few of the gobs of photos I'm in the midst of editing. Great-Grandmother's string of pearls.

Hair Accessories.

A bridesmaid bouquet in the works.

The bride's bouquet.

The gowns.

An excerpt of the wedding cake.

White chocolate reception favors.

Bridesmaid bouquets.

The lovely couple.

The Low-Down on Britt

2008-01-28T21:38:00.001-06:00

And so everybody is wondering where Britt is. Britt is wondering that too. Whatever happened to the days when blogging was a way of life, a way of thought, a way of existing... a way of Britt?

Just so every one who happens to drop by this long-neglected spot on the web knows, Britt is still alive. All of her friends are getting married, she's in her Wisconsin home right now, she has a couple weddings to photograph, and a job all to keep her time full of demand.

Now that she thinks of it, she would also like to mention that she is actually the one writing this post. So many wires were knocked loose in her head, she accidentally turned into the third party in her life.

So what keeps you, her readers, occupied?

Was That a Proposal?

2008-01-21T22:22:00.000-06:00

I planted a kiss on his cheek to bid him goodnight.

"Hey Britt, can we talk?"

Talk? Why who could decline such an invitation from a pajama-clad 3 year-old nephew? I sat down on the edge of his bed. "What would you like to talk about?" I inquire.

"Why do we have foreheads?"

"Well," I thoughtfully explained, "because that's where our brain is."

"Oh." He paused to let the information sink into his mind. "Do you have a brain?"

Eh, well, Um, good question.

What followed was a long dissertation on various topics. "Does God wear clothes?" "Why do we have hair?" "What makes your hair smell?" "Will I be like Gabe when I grow up?" "What are cheeks for?" "How long is four days?" "Were you a girl when you were little?" "How long did it take for you to get big?" "Why do houses have windows? The deer will see us and shoot us!" "Do deer have guns?" "Can deer shoot guns?" "Do the mean old men like us?"

Suddenly an enlightening thought flitted across his mind, silencing the deep and perplexing questions in his life. His eyes sparkled lovingly and he reached out, brushing the hair out of my eyes and gently caressed my cheek. "Britt, when I get big, I'm going to marry you." His smile was drop-dead charming. "And then we can be married."

Happy Birthday, Dad!

2008-01-21T20:39:00.000-06:00

I'm not sure what makes my dad happier--a guitar in his arms or a fishing pole in his hands. It probably depends on the moment and where the grandkids happen to be located. Both hobbies (or is it professions?) go farther back than I can remember. Whether making music or passing on his fishing expertise to his kids and now grandkids, he's a real pro. I'm proud to call him dad, and proud my nephews and niece can call him grampa... He's the best.

I love you, Dad!

Just a Few Questions

2008-01-18T20:16:00.000-06:00

Have you ever tried to drink a bottle laying on your tummy?

Have you ever had a kitty named "Rat"?

Do you remember the newfound joy of discovering finger food?

Is life ever perplexing?

Do you ever wonder what "cute" is?

Have you ever been mistaken for a lego? (Yeah, I would cry too.)

Do you ever find dishing out love to be a multi-tasking feat?

Have you ever seen a cuter baby just learning how to sit on his own?

Don't you just love looking at pictures?

Capabilities of a Camera

2008-01-14T19:15:00.000-06:00

I explored my new camera today. Following are some completely random photos that ensued--entirely unedited except for resizing. What do you think? Is it a keeper?

scroll button on my laptop

a lacy doily

can you guess what that might be?

canon captures yamaha

a magnet

an outdated calendar

a phone.

two servings of coffee

a pretty cool brand-name, if I do say so myself

soaps and lotion in the kitchen

a hair do

where's the price tag?

RE-....

a straw

Final 2007 Wisconsin Memories

2008-01-14T14:53:00.000-06:00

I woke up New Year's Day in the snowy countryside of Wisconsin. But the rest of the year has been spent in another land. The Nebraska land. I had millions (that actually might be quite literal, actually) of pictures to upload and in going through them, I had to relive the memories.

Memories of snow... (more than a couple feet, with huge fluffy flakes snowing on us everyday) That is, fresh snow. Nebraska has some snow, but it's hard and stale.

Memories of funky sister moments... Granted, I do have a funky sister in Nebraska who certainly has lots of moments (the one there on the left, for those of you who don't know me or my family real well), but I left two behind (the one on the right, and the one who was too sick that day to join in our funky ways, poor thing).

Memories of grins... which I still get in Nebraska.

Hmm, guess Nebraska ain't (it's in the dictionary, go check.) so bad after all.

The 2007 Christmas

2008-01-09T14:45:00.000-06:00

I thought I'd give a little peek into what our Christmas looked like.
The tree... obviously before the presents were dismantled.

The boy child--the teething one.

The auntie--I'm pretty sure it's the favorite one.

The tickle bugs.

The happy recipient--one of many.

The satisfying meal.

The sufficient snooze.

The sunshine.

Sincerest Apologies

2008-01-06T15:39:00.000-06:00

Okay, okay, please accept my sincerest apologies for the latest insignificant posts… and for not updating before now… and for failing to keep my New Year’s Resolution.

Oh yeah, my New Year’s Resolution. I bet you couldn’t guess what that might have been. I know you’re thinking along the lines of what most sane, normal bloggers resolve at the beginning of the year—blog more often. But considering I am neither normal and I do seriously question my sanity at times, my resolve was a little more…shall we say… interesting. Give up?

I resolved to not post a blog in the new year until the previous post warranted at least 20 comments.

Just kidding.

No, seriously, my neglect to this blog of late is due largely to a number of things.

Firstly, there were the holidays--which naturally keeps one occupied--but with them a rather unexpected twist to the beginnings of my 2008: Nebraska. Yeah, it’s the land of nanny opportunity for me.

Secondly, let’s insert a little cliché—I’ve been busy. Very busy.

Thirdly, (hang on for a slightly more wordy excuse) there’s the whole can of worms called photography. The focal point of this blog has been the photos of people, places and things (nouns for short) that mean something to me. And guess what? My camera and I have some relational issues. It has tried to go against the grain of my photography and pulled all sorts of stunts and tricks to (successfully) discourage me in the whole pursuit of a nice picture. I mean, exactly why do we have to flip through every mode when trying to use only one (singular) setting? I mean, c’mon! It’s a basic picture I want to take, with all due respect, I am not asking for a video here or the MOON, for crying out loud. It heeds my anxiety very little and continues to worsen itself in its obnoxious cantankerous ways. I am disgusted that it’s taking advantage of a retirement plan so early in life. Thus the major decrease in posts in recent weeks.

So now that I have you all disappointed (or so I assume... who knows, perhaps you're relieved) I will tell you the good news… Good for you, good for my shutter-happy finger, but not so good for dwindling finances. The good news is (this is turning into a good paragraph—take a good moment to count all the good’s so far! Wow. Proceed…) there is a new camera coming to live with me, and I expect that due to its name we should get along just fine for more than two years.

Having said all that, have I now sufficiently and humbly earned your forgiveness or is there something more I must do?

:: and for the record, the pictures in this post have little to do with the content of this post. Considering they are pretty self-explanatory I will only mention that they are just random shots of pre-Christmas paraphernalia.

Nephew Sweet Nephew

2008-01-05T22:00:00.000-06:00

Blog Sweet Blog

2008-01-05T19:28:00.000-06:00

Good grief, it's been awhile, hasn't it??

Efficient, Creative Writing

2007-12-20T21:06:00.000-06:00

Just so you know, I’m taking a little short cut for the holiday season and eating some buttered lefse hoping my far-reaching members of the family have safe travels tonight. Don’t tell me you forgot what lefse is. Even after burning my taste buds out on Big Red cinnamon-flavored gum the other day—I read somewhere cinnamon is a brain tonic, which is something I am rather occasionally in desperate need of—it (the lefse, that is) still has that distinct taste of the season. Oh my, talk about the Christmas spirit settling in on a person.

After that grand introduction to this little post, you would have to admit that a person could call me efficient. It’s not every paragraph that can manage to hold so many topics. Oh I know, that generally points to a poor writer, but hey… who really cares?

You know what’s really creative about that first paragraph? It doesn’t even give a slight hint as to what this post is all about. I bet you didn’t know until now as you read these words that I didn’t pop in to this site-of-mine-I-visit-occasionally just to tell you about lefse, hopefully safe travels, brain tonics, and the Christmas spirit. I wasn’t even intending on going off on topics such as efficient, creative writing, but I did—as if you couldn’t tell. (Oh, and by the way—just to add to the creativity floating around here—my piece of lefse is now no more.)

So what’s this supposed to be all about? You may wonder—and rightly so. I was just going to say Merry Christmas. After all, God only knows if I shall have—or take up—an opportunity to pop in again before then. I figured I should just get it out now… spill it all out and wish you the grandest of holiday seasons while I have the moment to do so. Because moments are so valuable. They’re like lefse… here one instant, gone the next.

Oh, and in case I didn’t make it obvious enough, the family with my favorite kids (i.e., my sis, her hubby and my niece and nephews) will be arriving at around 4 AM, and I will be spending my time doing what I do best: spoiling kids rotten. So in case you don’t happen to see me around the blogiverse much, you can just assume that’s what I’m doing unless I tell you otherwise.

But anyway, back to what I was saying, (what was I saying anyhow??)… I trust you have a wonderful Christmas celebrating the birth of our Savior! Blessings to you in the New Year!

Today's Smiles

2007-12-14T22:57:00.001-06:00

I love a good picture... They make me smile. What a surprise I was in for when visiting one of my favorite photographer's blog today and found my favorite kids grinning at me. Talk about a major smile inducer! Oh man, how they have grown in the weeks I haven't seen them, and how cute they are! I had the whole household within ear shot huddled around me and my laptop, grinning and giggling and laughing together at those kids who have so successfully captured our hearts (yours too, I wager).

After viewing her pics, you will have to admit, nobody can capture my little niece and nephews quite the way Bethany can! Oh, and before you go check them out, I dare you to view them with a straight face.... Just see if it's possible!

We Have a Grinch in Our Family!

2007-12-13T22:49:00.002-06:00

The cute (hissing, screaming, biting, clawing, scratching...) kitten found in the dog house this last summer has since commenced to terrorizing the entire house and thinks his name--Tazer, of all things--is on the title of my folks' property.

As if wreaking havoc on all earthly possessions within reach of his claws weren't enough, he was more than disapproving of Christmas trees. He is surveying his options and looking for ways to efficiently take the tree down and put the lights out.

He has yet to be successful---*knock on wood*---but he sure tries.

One Crazy Week in December

2007-12-13T22:01:00.000-06:00

The wonder of what a day can bring forth is no understatement.... Much less what the capabilities of a week.

How's this for craziness?

::: several snowfalls--I lost track of how many. Suffice it to say we had somewhere around a foot or two to shovel because the snow blower broke down--but then a generous neighbor showed up with his plough. (Cheers to generous Wisconsin country neighbors and their ploughs!)

::: sub-zero temperatures. A mere twenty degrees was sounding more and more like a heat wave each day. Seriously, my toes were numb even when I was indoors!

::: many days of horrid driving conditions. Countless accidents, some of which were fatal, all of which I managed to not be involved in... thank God.

::: the Christmas tree is finally set up

Oh yeah, welcome to Wisconsin. That's actually not all that crazy for around here this time of year.

This might be though...

::: one night at a motel, one night at a friend's house, and one night in a hotel, all in my own home state and in one week.

::: one awesome concert (the Irish Tenors, no less)

::: at least five restaurants

::: four family performances--ranging from a studio to a coffee house to a nursing home

... And that was just a portion of a single solitary sequence of seven days. It just never ends. Iceskating, sledding, Christmas activities and all the other fun adventures of Wisconsin Winter Wonderlands have taken over my preconceived notion that winters are for relaxing by the fire sipping hot cocoa. I'm just lucky to stay warm and slip in a mug or two of coffee to keep me awake.

As you can tell, I've allowed all my blogging opportunities to slip away like sand in an hour glass. I run into people who tell me, "I visit your blog from time to time...." and I assure them that's about as often as I visit it as well. I know, such a shame. Hmm... was that a hint I just heard for a certain New Year's Resolution? Ah well, I have slipped in a few things recently around the web. Feminine Espresso has had a few posts with fresh dates. A few pictures were dusted off and published to my family's site earlier today. And... oh, I guess that was it.

I Miss Him!

2007-12-05T23:41:00.000-06:00

::chillin' with my nephew Alex::

Post-Thanksgiving Family Times

2007-11-27T21:20:00.000-06:00

Great Gram'a Norma and the cutest baby in the world.

Didn't you know that aunts are for tickling??

There were a few certain clowns in our midst so it was not uncommon to find moments such as this.

Aw, now if this isn't sweet, I don't know what is!

Landon playing with his cousin Caden.

Landon being what? Goofy? No way!

A unique way to utilize wheels.

....Playing with legos...

Landon and his "Muitar".

...Alex and Hannah...

Fixing hair

My stylist is totally... uh... flattering me!

Cuddlin' with my birthday boy (we share the same birthday--in case you don't happen to recall).

Alex playing with his uncle Zack.

Look who's getting so big!

"Taking a hair cut"--as Landon called it.

This uncle has his arms full--wouldn't you say?

What Is Lefse?

2007-11-23T23:12:00.000-06:00

Pardon me, I forget that Norwegians are not the primary readers of my blog, and therefore I must take a moment to explain what lefse is.

Lefse--pronounced with that Norwegian accent like this: Lef-sa. The very sound of the two syllables signify something delicious. Say it with me: Lef-saaaa. Yeah, draw that last part out and get that dreamy look in your eyes as though the very sound of it activates the taste buds in your mouth.

Okay, now that we have the proper pronunciation down (let's hear it again--Lefsaaaaaa) we can move on to the next step for our novices who have absolutely no idea of what the true taste of the holidays are, simply because they don't even know what lefse is! Horrors.

I do declare, I don't know what this world is coming to. It's only been in recent years that I've made the painful discovery that lefse is not a traditional stand-by for everyone. What's worse is, they don't even know what the word means and spell-checks have a cow over it. Oh the pain.

When you happen to be at a grocery store outside of Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, Iowa or Washington and you ask where for crying out loud the lefse is they look at you like you speak another tongue. So then you break your English down and say something to the effect of, "It's like a po-ta-to tor-ti-lla. Round. Big, brown freck-les. De-li-cious. You have it with Thanks-giving and Christ-mas. Duh." Even with each word carefully pronounced and elaborately slipped off the tongue, you still get that what-continent-are-you-from? look.

So what exactly is lefse? Well, it is made of flour, milk and potatoes. I happen to know this for a fact because I have participated in making it before (that makes me a true Norwegian). It makes a dough that is rolled out in a paper-thin circle with a special board and rolling pin. It is then slapped down on a hot griddle. The chef takes a long, flat flipper-thing (looks like an extra-long paint stir-stick from Menards--you do know what Menards is, right? The spell-check doesn't.) scoops it up when the one side is cooked and dappled with freckles, and rolls it over to cook the other side. When both sides are adequately freckled, the lefse is complete.

There are various ways to eat this delicacy, but I think it is it's ultimate best when simply buttered and rolled up.

So if I have buttered you up enough to make you wish to add this to your table come Christmas (now that Thanksgiving is over and in the past) and you happen to have the misfortune of living in a state that thinks lefse is from some other planet, and you have not the tools time or know-how to make it, there are efficient means of procuring this tantalizing stuff. One such place is Lena's Lefse. Real, genuine, potato lefse is sold there and can be mail-ordered. Other options would be to call grocery stores in the aforementioned states and I know at least some are willing to ship a box to you. If nothing else, google.com is on stand-by (you do know what google.com is, right? The spell-check doesn't.).

But if you wish to stick to your non-Norwegian ways, then be that way. You have my sympathies.

Know What's Miserable?

2007-11-23T14:11:00.000-06:00

It's late at night and you're watching a family movie... with the family of course. You just came home from Thanksgiving dinner and everyone is crashed in respective comfy places in the living room.

Um, that's not the miserable part (except for it is possible to miserably stuff one's self with lefse on Thanksgiving, but that's not the type of misery this post is about).

The movie happens to be from a special feature on TV earlier that day that your brother copied onto a VHS tape since nobody was going to be home to watch the special feature. It's scary--there's a bloody war and some of the movie heroes are missing in action, while the other one is recovering from an amputated arm when.......

You guessed it, the VHS ran out of tape and thusly the recording session abruptly ended leaving the audience in suspence.

So that's when you go to bed wondering how it ends and dream of happy endings.

Thanksgiving Photos

2007-11-23T11:07:00.000-06:00

Off we go to Gram'a's house!

When it come to Thanksgiving dinner, most people generally think turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and all the trimmings. For me, Thanksgiving dinner revolves around the lefse (stupid spell-check doesn't even think that's a word!). There's no possible way to get sick of that stuff!

Cousin Michael

Just normal, after-dinner Thanksgiving activities.

Candid shot of the Nah

Cousin Megan

--a cousin after my own heart!

Note to self: don't get on his bad side!

Ingenious--the tread mill makes for some delicious toe tickling.

Secrets with Mom

A new aunt and old uncle--ha!

Gram'a

Cousins

Cousins--we're totally a mild bunch, wouldn't you say?

Lining up for a Gram'a pose--by height--not by age, and not by brains.

Dimply Little Sis, Tabby

2007-11-16T23:05:00.000-06:00

The pink cow-girl and Lexi

Reading a good book in the autumn leaves.

Is sliding ever not fun?

Going for a spin

Not quite the end of the rope.... yet.

Show me a cuter smile

She finally mastered the tire swing.

Cute, cute, cute.

A sisterly moment...

Even with unkempt hair and clad in her mismatched, raggedy, looking-like-a-welfare-case attire (some would call it hip) she's still cute as a button. I don't know which photo of the Brown-Eyed Miss I like the most... Do you have a favorite?

In the Key of C

2007-11-14T21:47:00.000-06:00

...as in Sepia. [insert statement about for lack of better titles]

(hmm--as in "cat" perhaps?)
As you can see, we have finally found one thing on planet earth that is definitely not a fan of Levi's banjo-picking.

Bluegrass instrumental special.

Who knew that "Old McDonald Had a Farm" could be so serious?

...It's uh--shall we call it--a very rousing rendition...

Hoffman Hills

2007-11-07T22:18:00.000-06:00

As the colors of summer slowly began to fade into vivid hues of orange, yellow and red a decision was made. We were going to go hiking at Hoffman Hills--a local park with lots of trees, foot paths, a look out tower and spectacular scenery. It was September. A perfect time to go hiking.

Plans were made. A perfect little date was set, a perfect little party was planned and a perfect little schedule went AWOL. Every week we said, "Next Thursday!" But as it would inevitably turn out, next Thursday was a funeral, and then next Thursday it rained, and then next Thursday somebody was sick, and then next Thursday half the party was out of town, and then next Thursday somebody had to work; and then next Thursday..... Finally, the Thursday happened.

The time was set.
The sky was clear.
The sun was shining.
The group was coming.

The plans were perfect.
In fact, for once the plans were coming together.

But then you know, some of us were running a little late, while the rest of us were getting lost. Seriously. Lost. It's bad when you're getting lost in the daylight on your way to go hiking in some unfamiliar woods! Like all things that work together for good, the hike didn't begin until the sun set!

So all that to say, we did go hiking. Yeah, it was the drab color of November; yeah, it was cold; yeah, it was dark out; but hey! At least we finally were doing it!

Due to frigid temperatures, a cheap camera, the lack of photo-quality lighting, and a bunch of miserable photographers, the following photos will not be winning any photography awards... Just so you know. Proceed at your own risk.

Testing reception at the top of the tower.

Our guide from the army--he knows how to navigate woods. He can also spit.

Sweet sisters? Yup... one moment captured in which they were not telling tales on each other or spitting. (How many of you have ever spit 60 feet? You should try it.)

Trying for a glamor shot...
Ha... I'm kidding!!!

Oh, so this is what it's like to be on the top of the world with a friend who goes so-far-back neither-one-of-us-can-remember-when.

What can I say? Hiking at night is an experience in and of itself. It's tons of fun, bring your friends, bring your army, bring your camera and who cares about red-eye anyway?

For the Love of Ernie

2007-10-29T22:21:00.000-05:00

(the "Syndrome Brothers", as they affectionately have dubbed themselves, waiting outside before the big event)

I had the really fun privilege last weekend of taking Zack to a concert featuring his favorite, most beloved musician of all time. Zack lived for Friday night, talking of little else. He made me tickled to death that I was able to procure a ticket for him to come along with two old wonderful friends, my favorite soldier-man, and myself.

(Pink was essential that night, can't you tell? L-R Lizz, Katie, Me)

Zack got the bright idea to write his Ernie a letter to try to express his admiration for him. I sat down with Zack to help him spell the words that were coming to his mind. He took great pains, and was so proud of himself when he had it in the envelope (which for some odd reason he refused to seal).

Upon arriving at the venue, that un-sealed envelope did NOT leave his hands. He was determined to find his Ernie and give it to him as soon as was possible. But as fate would have it, Ernie wasn't yet anywhere to be seen.

But then the sound man struck up a conversation with Zack. They discovered that David's son Zack was the same age as our Zack... and look, they gave each other a hug.

He loved Zack's impeccable style in dressing up that day! And (sighs) Zack had been quite opinionated on his attire. But after we had spiffed him up to his satisfaction, he surveyed himself in the mirror, and grunted, "Hmph. Handsome boy."

Doug, Ryan and Tim complimented him on his tie too. "Man, that's sharp!" And Zack grinned like he already knew that. Conceited fellow.

Throughout the whole splendid concert Zack held his letter in his hand. Applauding wasn't half as important as that envelope. He loved the standing ovations, even if he wasn't clapping.

The music was spectacular, and the little sermonettes shared were so touching. It was a night that meant so much to us--Lizz and I especially enjoying the companionship of each other's company. It was a treat, and we both had fun taking Zack around and looking for Ernie.

And then as a vast (but very friendly) crowd made their way out after the concert, being in a hurry ourselves, we helped Zack spot Ernie. And oh! The beeline he made! I had to stop him before he ran somebody over! He was happy to wait in the throng of people. He kept waving at his Ernie in hopes of getting his attention. And then suddenly, there were no more people between Zack and his Ernie, and Ernie's full-undivided attention fell on Zack. Both of their eyes lit up and Zack found himself in one big happy embrace..... and don't you love it when you forget your flash is off in moments such as that?

At long last Zack could finally safely deposit his treasured letter into the trustworthy hand he had been waiting for. And with more hugs and a thank you, they both looked at my camera and smiled.

(and then Zack whispered in my ear "Haha, he's so sweet!")

View Photo Album for more photos of the night.

Quilt Pictures!

2007-10-24T00:13:00.000-05:00

After a number of you have asked--read: begged, and pleaded, and cried...--to see photos of the latest projects that occupy my spare time, I'm going to have you visit this link. It should satisfy your see-Britt's-quilts whim for a while. It better anyway, or else I'm really in a predicament. I'll have to hire somebody to sew for me and another person to photograph for me so I can keep the blog world satisfied. Therefore I beg of you to be content.

Just Because He's Precious

2007-10-19T22:14:00.000-05:00

(and just in case you may have missed the adorable shots of the kiddos at the River, click on the said link)

Goodbyes

2007-10-18T22:18:00.000-05:00

...they generally happen to be sweet and inevitably happen too often.

(I know, it's been quite awhile since the Nebraska part of the family headed back to flatter plains, I'm just behind in my picture posting and I really do love these pictures and naturally assumed you would too!)

The Land Where Autumn Should Last Forever

2007-10-16T13:18:00.000-05:00

Boys Rule the World and Other Things

2007-10-14T22:00:00.000-05:00

You know, like they say, Boys Rule the World!

But can't help but notice that Girls simply enjoy it!

Seriously, they do!

And they're so dainty about it!

Boys... they're just skeptical

that and uncooperative.

but girls.... they're just cute!

well, boys are too I guess

some of them, in fact, are really, really cute!

but so are girls

I almost think it's about even.

Boys rule the world....

but don't forget that behind every great man is a woman!

(and lots of pink, whether they like it or not!)

....and we all have cuddly beginnings.

Impromptu Hayride

2007-10-13T12:09:00.000-05:00

Those are the best. Levi gets his old (old, as in somewhere around my age) GMC pick-up and hitches up a rickety flat-bed trailer with hay bales arranged in a comfortable manner. He rounds up a few of his favorite people and pulls them around the outskirts of the property. For every complete circle he made, a few more of his favorite people were added and soon the whole hay wagon was comfortably crowded with a rather jovial group. (I love Tabby's self-photography there)

There were a few moments of...

scariness.

but still plenty of fun.

When Peace Like a River

2007-10-11T20:02:00.000-05:00

...a perfect line to illistrate the providence of God's peace in our hearts even in the times when sorrows like sea billows roll...

As most of you know, our family circle was broken yet again with an untimely death. It is a devastating experience to attend the funeral of one yet in the prime of his life. His death feels so senseless.

The prayers of all our dear family and friends meant and mean so much to all of us during this time.

Funerals have always been extra-hard for me, so I didn't anticipate the overwhelming grace of God to not only bear the heartache with peace in my heart, but to even have the strength to fill in as a pianist during the service (the lyrics to one of the songs is found here).

God's grace is always sufficient!

(Janae goes for an uncle-hug at the graveside service--->)

It was so wonderful to take part in surprising my parents yet again. This time, it was with their grandson walking in the front door the night before the funeral. They had been conveniently led to believe that due to schedules and intense work loads the Nebraskan family would be unable to make it. Of course, originally that was the case, but they chose to beat the obstacles and we were graced with their presence for 4 blessed days.

When time allows, I will share more photos from our time together. I just thought that for now I should put in a few words to clarify that I am still alive. ::smile::

Autumn Sunshine

2007-10-07T19:20:00.000-05:00

Just a couple of hours in the sun one afternoon with a camera... (and, I might needlessly add, but a small fraction of the photos that thusly ensued.)

Feminine Espresso News

2007-09-27T22:52:00.000-05:00

I just wanted to drop a line to encourage you all to keep checking out Feminine::Espresso. I've had several articles written by some incredible guest authors, and I don't think they're getting enough attention. I was sad to realize that the drooping number of hits on that site are largely due to the fact that I keep this one too interesting.

So, in that case, I think I'll leave off all those interesting pictures in my "blogpics" folder for awhile... at least until my friends over at Feminine::Espresso get the acclaim they deserve.

::smiles::

Check it out...

Feminine::Espresso

All About Spotted Salamanders

2007-09-27T12:30:00.000-05:00

okay, Brittleigh...what are you holding in your hands?

Are they supposed to be adorable frogs? Or are they big lizards or a combination of both?

My last post induced such questions... So let me explanify to those of you who are not native or currently residing on Wisconsin country soil (and even to those of you who do)....

That adorable little guy is really a Spotted Salamander, or Ambystoma maculatum, in scientific language. He is a member of the terrestrial mole salamandar family (doesn't he just look angelic??), and his species are most common in the eastern United States and Canada.

Sir Humphrey has the potential of reaching as many as 19 inches long. His species' habitat are deciduous forests with fish-free ponds or vernal pools for egg laying and larval development. He seems to prefer our little (gross, needing-to-be-cleaned) garden pond that is home to a baby spiny softshell turtle, a bullhead and a bluegill, and God only knows what else inhabits that little watery spot in the garden.

His diet supposedly consists of invertebrates (earthworms, spiders, slugs and other such creepy crawly creatures).--I say supposedly for the simple reason that I have never seen the little guy have dinner.

According to Wikipedia, these fellows are primarily subterranean, (can be found beneath surface debris on cool and damp days), but he likes to make himself known at certain times of the year (beginning of Spring and Autumn).

I found it interesting to discover that adult spotted salamandars follow creeks in their migration to temporary or permanent pools of water which are free of predatory fish. Adults breed in the same pond throughout their lifetime, with females laying 25 to 200 eggs in compact masses of jelly attached to underwater plants (or, as in our pond, it will most likely be a substantial glob of algae if it doesn't get cleaned soon!). The eggs take 31 to 54 days to hatch, depending on temperature. Once the larvae emerge, they require an additional 61 to 110 days before they leave the pond. Hmm... I wonder what kind of interesting photos I'll be able to show you of the Humphrey family come Spring.

His kind are the State Amphibian of South Carolina, and he is the salamandar of the year around here on our little hill.

Thanks, Wikipedia, for all your help.

Okay, so there's your science lesson for today.

Up for Debate: Something Akin to Adorable

2007-09-26T21:57:00.000-05:00

You see, my little friend showed up at my front door.... Just stopped by to say hi.

...And introduce me to his sweetheart.

Hello, My Name is Brittney or Courtney

2007-09-25T21:56:00.000-05:00

For as long as I can remember—and then some—I have come to primarily two names. I answer to my own name, Brittney, or my older sister’s name, Courtney.

There was that little blonde, curly-haired 3 year-old at church when I was not much older who regularly talked to me after services. She gave up on keeping Courtney’s and my names straight. I was Courtney, and Courtney was Brittney… naturally.

At about the same time, I gave up continually correcting people that my name is BRITTney, and her name is COURTney.

It didn’t help that I happened to be the younger of us two. As our children’s choir director conceded (who could never keep our names straight either), that had we been named in alphabetical order, it would be easier to call us by the correct name the first time. I should’ve been named Courtney. It just so happened that she knew of twin girls around my age with our names—the first one born was christened Brittney, while the second one was Courtney. Smart parents.

What’s really bad is when we can’t keep ourselves straight. Seriously.

We sound identical. To the point where hearing one of our voices played over we argue over who said what.

"Britt, that was dumb."

"Me? Courtney, for crying out loud, that was you!!!"

"It was not."

"Was too…."

It’s ridiculous. If we can fool ourselves, you can bet on the fact that we've fooled countless others. We take canny delight in making our closest relatives make a run for their money. In a single conversation to some unsuspecting family member over the phone (such as a sibling, parent or grandparent) we have taken turns talking and our victim seldom knows the difference. There’s the time I answered the phone when Courtney’s husband called and carried on a conversation… I, unbeknownst to the fact that he thought I was his wife until he called me Sweetheart. Another time Courtney and I were on the phone together when she came up with the brilliant idea to make a three-way phone call to her husband. Had we not dissolved into giggles, he would’ve never known it wasn’t just his wife he was talking to.

So as you can see, that’s another reason I answer to Courtney so well.

The one area in which our similarities happen to be quite minimal is in the area of resemblance. There was one lady in particular that we had quite a time convincing that we were sisters. "No way! You guys do not look at all like you're related! Full sisters?" She was thoroughly skeptical to say the least, and asked if one of us were adopted (I suppose the possibility does exist and our parents just haven’t told us yet…). It took a week before she admitted that she can finally tell that we’re related. "After getting to know the two of you more and seeing you together, and hearing you talk I can tell—You both sound alike."

In case you’re wondering, she’s among the few who manage to get our names right the first time. The following is the more typical scenario for me—even at 530 miles away from Courtney…

At the dismissal of my first service back in church here recently (after being gone for 3+ months) I hear from the back of the sanctuary an overjoyed voice squealing, "COURTNEY!! It’s so good to see you!" Everybody turns to look as this sweet white-haired lady soon had me engulfed in a hug. I didn’t really have the heart to dampen her joy by saying, "Uh, actually, my name is Brittney." So I made sure to refer to Courtney several times in our conversation. It didn’t help. She told someone else a few minutes later, "Guess who I finally got to see?? Courtney!"

What really takes the cake is when I get an email from YouTube that starts out with, "Hi Court". I told you I give up. It’s a lost cause when not even YouTube can keep us straight.

Burger King

2007-09-24T22:15:00.000-05:00

I love how creative my title is there... :::sticks tongue out:::

When all else fails on a Sunday afternoon after church 30 minutes away from home and you have about as many minutes to cram a lunch in before you need to present yourself for the next event of the day, there's always Burger King.

Zack happens to like Burger King.

I think Hannah does too.

And of course Mom enjoys her aunt's company. (Uncle Larry was there too, just not for this photo)

Hannah and I pose for our annual Fast-Food photo shoot.

This girl rolls her eyes at us.

Wow, a post that totally lacks in significance. Sorry, people. I'm still in recovery. :::grins:::

'Tis the Last Rose of Summer

2007-09-21T23:47:00.000-05:00

Perhaps you're starting to wonder "where is that girl?" Or maybe you don't even bother to wonder. Chances are, it's only me who thinks its been ages since this li'l site has been updated.

Fact is, I contracted the local bug going around... who feels like updating blogs when they're sneezing and hacking and sore and stiff and run down? And you should hear me sing! On second thought, I'm sure you all would prefer not to hear me. My sister tells me I could sing melody and harmony at the same time... Which, as complimentary as that may sound, it is really something akin to a frog duet.

So, until I'm feeling up to something more substantial, here's a few pictures to occupy your time... These photos were taken on a recent walk--which would happen to be the last walk before the first frost. So truly, the first one here of the pretty pastels is indeed the last wild rose of summer.

And guess what? Just because this particular corner of the blogosphere has had few recent things of interest, I have been busy elsewhere... Like, here, here, and even here.

The Cowboy

2007-09-16T18:36:00.001-05:00

...is now the big one and two. Yup, hats off to Levi who now enters the new and exciting age of 12.

(He was a fisherman last year)

Re: Amigo's "Other Part"

2007-09-14T14:59:00.000-05:00

To those of you who guessed Amigo's bloodline (in this post), I'm happy to say that you were all correct. Aside from being Quarter Horse, Amigo is also Arabian. Man, you guys are smart!

A Birthday Party at the Park

2007-09-14T11:58:00.000-05:00

The following photos were pictures from Zack's little birthday party... I think he enjoyed it, as evidenced by that little grin in the first picture.

Dad was like an evil merry-go-round hijacker. Photos can't capture the screams of the two clinging to the bars for dear life.

Opening Grama's gift.

Admiring Grama's gift.

Thanks, Grama!

"Why?" You may wonder.....

A Day at Leaning Post Ranch

2007-09-11T21:55:00.000-05:00

Levi and Amigo-boy

Tabby & Mary

For your information, Amigo is part quarter horse. Can you horse-savvy readers guess--by the above photo--what his "other part" is?

(that board is really scary!)

Cowboy Affections

September 10. Again.

2007-09-10T11:43:00.001-05:00

It's September 10 again, and again it's cold and cloudy. Every time Hannah hits her birthday, it's like the world freezes up. She makes quite an impact on the universe, doesn't she? Her warm smile tends to thaw things out though, which makes us not entirely mind the weather.

We're celebrating her grand entrance into society today. Guess how many candles I have to put on Miss Jonah's cake? She who was born just yesterday has to have a total of 15 candles!!

Let's hear it for Hannah Joy: Happy Birthday!

[In case you're wondering, our plans for today will not consist of eating out.]

Howdy Par'ner!

2007-09-07T11:46:00.000-05:00

He comes down the hallway from his bedroom and in his low voice declares, "Well, Howdy, Par'ner!" smashing his fist against mine in standard greeting.

My brother Zack is now all of 17. Getting all "growed up" now and still just as cute as ever. If you never have, be sure to read about Zack's entrance to our family 17 years ago here.

Howdy Par'ner and Happy Birthday, Zack-the-man!

Time to Say Goodbye

2007-09-05T23:20:00.000-05:00

Just like any case of good times, this one ended far too soon. Suddenly it was time to bid farewell to the kids I called mine all summer. Is he cool or what?

"...Letting go is never easy..."

I talked to my little Nebraska boy this morning and he told me it was time for me to come home now.

Making Ripples at the Gravel Pits

2007-09-04T22:46:00.000-05:00

Well, photo number one has nothing to do with ripples or gravel pits, but it still managed to sneak in.

This is more like it.

How many of you happen to recognize this imminent danger?

A classic Grampa-fisherman

Moses?

A Brilliant Dunking Method:

Define target.
Wade into water and narrow in on unsuspecting said target from behind.

Crouch down.

Tentatively lift right arm and grasp victim's right shoulder. Pull down and back with every muscle in offender's physique.

Try to remember to plug nose next time.

(I had no intention of getting wet. Siblings had other plans. I was thrown in! ahem, Courtney!)

(A more successful dunking endeavor.)

A perfect, snuggly ending to a happy day.

Having Fun

2007-09-03T21:40:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe that it's been a week since I had to say goodbye to "my" fun-loving bunch of kids. It seems like it's been ages. I sure do miss them! I'll try to recap the last couple days we spent together in the next post or two.

Did I mention fun-loving? What about kissable?

Janae proved to be a serious.... major... total freak when it comes to horse loving. It was a blast bringing her out to the pasture so she could get up close with these majestic steeds.

Shivohn and her seemed to hit it off quite well.

But then Auntie Hannah brought FaLize out...

...and Janae got to take a ride. I think we have the makings of a cowgirl on our hands.

Landon tried it too, but he wasn't quite as overly impressed as his sis was.

It was terribly fascinating to watch the horse in training.

Well, for Janae anyway... Landon tolerated nothing more than a mere few moments of it.

On Saturday, the guys took to roof repairs. We all got in on it... I'm telling you, roof-top views are awesome.

Afraid of heights? Nope... don't be fooled by that look of terror on Landon's face. He's a great actor.

A group hug on the rooftop.

Not everyone gets their picture taken on the roof!!

(photo tip: place camera at peak of roof, set on self-timer. Join the group of grinners at the edge of the roof and say "cheese")

A Silver Celebration, part III & final

2007-08-31T23:28:00.000-05:00

For those of us up on the hill that my family resides on, excited anticipation swelled until the Wisconsin country silence was broken by an obnoxious motorcade… The silver mini van pulled in the driveway, with an endless ensemble of honking cars following suit and parading into the driveway, around the yard, and parking behind the garage.

The invitees had been secretly informed to wait in the Norton Lutheran Church parking lot until Mom and Dad’s chauffeur passed. They then formed a honking procession behind them.

I switched my camera to video mode and ran up to the guests of honor as they exited their vehicle. Mom covered her gaping mouth with her hand while Dad stood beside her and laughed. The initial shock was soon replaced by recognition as the procession continued to swarm in. Mom started squealing and wildly pointing, "Oh look, there’s them, and them, and you invited them?! Mike! Look!"

The yard was soon filled with some 80 people. Talking, hugging, laughing, introducing, smiling, shaking hands, exchanging gifts, signing guest books, and all the other things that people do when you get them together in hoards. After several minutes of all of the above, my parent’s only son in-law grabbed a microphone and called everyone to attention: Mike and Jayne were cutting the cake.

Mom and Dad clasped hands around the flower-decked cake knife, looked at each other and said, "How do we do this again?" They had many helpful hints for each other and a couple "No you’re doing it wrong…" or "Mike, there’s no way I can fit a piece that big in my mouth!" Recalling the perfect wedding cake cutting 25 years before, versus now and their all-thumbs technique Dad finally declared, "She didn’t talk so much back then."

They managed—after plenty of giggles—to get their cake cut and fed each other a bite, followed by a kiss to the cheers of the audience… (Don’t you wish I didn’t lose all those pictures?!)

Pretty soon the guitars were getting tuned and the piano warmed up. The group enjoyed some good gospel music—a great backdrop to the game of volley-ball-in-the-dark going on nearby. Even Landon performed a couple solos—accompanied by his Grampa on the guitar—of "Jesus Loves Me" and "Trust and Obey". A circle formed around the campfire where marshmallows were roasted and smores were created. The music continued throughout the entire evening, with many people participating.

The last vehicle pulled out of the driveway far too soon. Mom and Dad were in a pleasant state of shock and wonder as the yard was cleaned up and the leftover cakes were put away. I think they were a bit impressed with their kids too... [smile]

All I can say is I wish they could have another 25th wedding anniversary.

Credits
People seem to think I was responsible for the success of that night, but I digress. It would not have happened had I not had the support and help of the following...

Courtney, Toby, Gabe, Hannah and Levi, who met my original audacious idea in the first place with approval… The idea crossed my mind first, but it was all of us working together that made this event take place. There is no way this could've happened without their help. Courtney, who was the best person to brainstorm with! Toby, who pointed out things we overlooked. Gabe, who filled in with randomness and got Mom and Dad out of the house (cheers!). Hannah, who provided valuable information and was our true go-getter. Levi, who employed his muscular abilities in cleaning the yard, and setting up.

Gram’a Norma, who was willing to pick up any loose ends that we wouldn’t be able to meet. The cakes, flowers, ice cream scoop and various ideas she supplied were imperative.

Karen, who made such a beautiful wedding cake. I’m so grateful for the hard work she invested in it. It was such a beautiful finishing touch to all the planning we had put into this. I can’t believe how gorgeous it was and how it far surpassed even the idea I had for "the cake".

Charlotte, who also supplied a gorgeous sheet cake that was professionally decorated with red lettering ("Happy 25th Anniversary, Mike and Jayne!"), finished off with a few strings of silver beading and bells. It was so pretty!

Justo, Jessica, David, Peter and Matthew, who arrived early and took the complicated part of decorating off our hands. Their techniques for getting balloons at the highest part of the canopy that housed the cake and punch, and attaching a balloon at the very top of a nearby tree had us all laughing. They did great!

Each of our guests, whose presence meant a lot to our family. That night was so much fun and we loved every minute of it. I really appreciate the way they kept the beans from spilling, and also their patience in waiting down at the church parking lot. Obviously, had they not showed up, there was no way this would’ve happened. [grin]

Those who were invited but were unable to make it, who went ahead and sent cards instead, or emailed ahead of time, or were with us in spirit…. They’re pretty special too. [wink]

Our Parents, had they not stuck it out in the good times and the bad times over the last 25 years, we would not have had a reason to celebrate.

God, who united my parents, who makes all things beautiful, and who pulled everything together in a way far better than I anticipated. Every little wish that happened to cross my mind as we meticulously set about to plan this, He fulfilled them in ways far surpassing what we were hoping.

Interesting Tidbit
Places represented were the following...

Wisconsin
Minnesota
Nebraska
Haiti

(There… are you happy I didn’t have to end with "Until Later" again?!)

A Silver Celebration, part II

2007-08-30T22:04:00.000-05:00

How to get Mom and Dad out of the house?

Sigh. That one little detail far surpassed all the others in our meticulous plans when it came to tedious. When the grandkids show up, Mom and Dad turn into old farmer-style homebody grandparents, not wishing to do anything but stay at home and play. How on earth is one going to possibly throw a successful surprise 25th wedding anniversary if they were going to sit around and toss tennis balls for the dog all night and probably grill out? This would prove to be a very complicated issue--something all five of the secretive siblings spent every possible moment scheming. Our ideas were vast and innumerable.

Let’s all go to the park…

Maybe Gramma and Grampa should take the kids fishing…

How about secretly getting Landon really enthused on the idea of going to McDonalds’ with Gramma and Grampa and hope he talks nonstop about it…

One of my favorites was Gabe’s--Turn loud music on, have Zack bang his bodhran to no possible end, make Tabby, Landon and Janae scream and run around like mad and proceed to stress Mom out until she’d want to leave.

We attempted all of the above with minimal success. Finally Gabe came to the rescue in a random moment (we knew he would). He declared he was taking the whole family out to Kingdom Buffet. Supper was on him, donations accepted. Actually, it wasn’t necessarily very "random"—we sorta planned that rash idea.

And would you believe it--Mom and Dad were hesitant.

Courtney and Mom discussed the pros and cons of leaving the sunny yard to go to town. Courtney’s suggestion was to take Gabe up on his offer. After all, that sure was sweet of him. Mom thought it would actually be kind of nice to not have to worry about making supper.

"Hey, I’m kind of in the mood for it," I declared from my uncomfortable position in the flowerbed I was weeding. "And that’s a big thing considering how much I tend to enjoy Chinese food!" (I--uh--don’t enjoy it much… at all, as my family was aware of.)

So you see, everyone was in agreement. Mom and Dad had little choice. Thus we commenced to getting ready. We had to be home by 7 because Gram’a Norma was coming to see her new great grandkid. So everyone rushed around like crazy, changing clothes, combing hair, putting cologne on and everything else involved with going out.

Mom suggested the first group (them) just leave, and the rest of us would follow shortly thereafter (which totally happened to fit in our plans—thanks for your help, Mom!). With Gabe as their escort (he always insists on such things) they departed.

It just so happened that as soon as they left things started falling apart. The baby had a fussy spell. He would have been fine had his feeding not been rudely and momentarily interrupted, but Courtney had to make a phone call to let the folks know that we would have to wait a bit to show up--there was no way to put the baby in the car seat in his condition. And then, wonder of wonders, Gram’a showed up early! Gabe, the grandparents and the kids could just go ahead and enjoy their meal without us—we could just hang out with Gram’a until the rest of them showed up.

What was really going on was scurrying around like you wouldn’t believe. They were no sooner out the door and we were ripping things apart, pulling things together, hauling, scrubbing, lighting candles, laying out table cloths, setting up the amps, microphone stands, guitars and electric piano outside, lighting a bonfire, making punch, setting cakes out… Some early comers went to town blowing balloons and hanging them in strategic places. Even the very top of a nearby tree was graced with a balloon.

Another couple arrived with the cake. THE cake, as in wedding cake. It was so beautiful!! I was thoroughly impressed. Tiered, impeccable mauve and green frosting roses, and topped with a silver 25 that glinted in the setting sun. So much more beautiful than I had even dared to hope for.

And the clock ticked swiftly on. It didn’t take long for the hour hand to touch the number 7. The preparations were winding down to being finalized and the party was going to arrive any minute. Talk about a tingle of excitement!

--Until Later!!!

A Silver Celebration

2007-08-29T22:00:00.000-05:00

The date for a Wisconsin trip had been finally set. Exactly one week... And I had to go and blow it by one of my audacious fateful statements.

"Let's do a surprise 25th wedding anniversary party for Mom and Dad!"

Next thing I knew that bold suggestion had me in over my head. A quickly typed-out email invitation and several phone calls later I was staring at a list of over a hundred people with the vast majority responding with the affirmative.

I cautiously allowed a certain few trustworthy siblings in on the idea and plans commenced to coming together. Well, kind of.

One of the first things I learned was, there are many concerns to worry about when planning outdoor surprise parties. One of which was the oh-so-unpredictable weather. Mid-week panic suddenly set in. What if it rains?? Courtney and I began to peruse the local tent rentals and found not only the price inconvenient, but the possibilities of our parents getting a little suspicious of a spacious canopy being erected on their property turned the idea into an absolute no. We had to settle for the original plan, besides we all knew in our heart of hearts the weather wouldn't dare be uncooperative.

And then there was the ordeal of "the" cake. Grama Norma was more than willing to supply it, having created some lovely decorated masterpieces in her time. But a couple days prior to the event she called to inform me she had just discovered she must have sold her tools somewhere along the line and found herself incapable of cake decorating. Now what? Moments after our conversation ended I opened an email in my inbox from a friend who was volunteering to decorate a cake. (Have you ever heard of a "God-thing"?)

Suspicion was just plain something we just had no choice but to come to terms with. Especially when Aunt Joyce calls Mom, wondering about the missed call on her cell with a Nebraskan origin. It didn't help that Mom was already wondering why on earth Hannah and Britt talk on the phone so much more than usual. I managed to come up with some--uh--clever stories. I mean, only Aunt Joyce would know how to get that one certain stencil I used of hers once upon a long, long time ago... I didn't bother to mention that I no longer had any need for it, but who knows? Maybe someday I could find it handy. Oh, and couldn't a person tell that Hannah was just overly missing me a lot these days? Bless her heart.

Oddly enough, I found myself up at ungodly hours of the night chatting (read: calming) that girl who couldn't sleep due to worrying about beans spilling, cats out of bags, or being unable to find contact information for some invitee or other.

One thing I recommend when planning a surprise party is to start planning no sooner than a week in advance. I don't know how my siblings and I would've endured the torture of sleepless nights of worry, and the endless scheming had we started planning a day sooner. It would've turned me into an old woman before my time.

But as plans began to come together, the day couldn't come soon enough. I admit to the thrill of excitement and anticipation gripping my heart. I couldn't wait for the big day.

Until we hit Wisconsin soil.

Suddenly a new panic set in. What if it rains? Did we invite too many people? Is the bathroom clean? How are we going to get Mom and Dad out of the house? Does rain in Wisconsin never let up? Can we possibly get the long grass mowed? Will Mom ever stop asking questions? What if it rains?

Thursday dragged on. Gabe invited me to go for a ride with him. With windows rolled down and sun roof opened (in spite of the overcast skies) we discussed some ideas to get Mom and Dad out of the house--and is he sure we shouldn't like try for a park or something instead?

Courtney and I tried to hide our extra cleaning sprees behind "those crazy whims Courtney gets at midnight" (honestly, she does get those). Mom even got some new curtains, and a reorganized bathroom as a result. At least she wasn't complaining... But I think I would've preferred that to her questions.

Thursday finally ended... Even if I was still toying with the blissful idea of sleep. Friday would most likely prove to be the most interesting, challenging and hopefully best day of the weekend.

Waking up to sunshine Friday morning was a definite boost to our conniving spirits. Mom and Dad were pleasantly surprised with all the more than eager hands participating in yard renovating. While all three lawn mowers zoomed around the lawn, flower beds were being weeded, a porch scrubbed out, the fire-pit underwent some minor reconstruction (hmmm... just how did that end up on the list of priorities?), a croquet game set up and the volley ball net hung at a less-droopy level. Mom kept commenting on how she can't believe how much we got done. (Did she notice those sly smiles and smug looks a few of the siblings were exchanging?)

Things were miraculously coming together. Gabe and Courtney took a little un-suspicious trip to Wal-Mart. The surplus ice cream, sherbet, frozen juice concentrate, ginger ale and bouquet of flowers were lovingly stored in the neighbor--Mrs. Ralph's--kitchen; who also sweetly donated a glass vase for the occasion.

Our next and final item of concern was getting Mom and Dad out of the house. And that would prove to be the most challenging of all obstacles.

Until Later!

The Invitation

2007-08-29T13:48:00.000-05:00

On June 5, 1982 our parents, Mike & Jayne, joined their lives together in holy matrimony. 7 kids, 3 grandchildren, and 25 years later, they still claim they're on their honeymoon!

Due to circumstances beyond our control, half of the family's locale prohibited us from throwing a proper celebration when they hit the 25-year mark. However, we think we have finally beat the obstacles and have planned a special surprise party for our parents, which you can be a part of... But please! Do not spill the beans!!!

(I apologize for the last-minute notice.... hopefully by now you are used to such things with us Ottersons.)

Please Join us for a Fire-Side Jam
in honor of our parents 25 years of marriage.

Where: The Mike & Jayne Otterson residence

When: Friday, August 24 (yup, coming right up...)

Time: 7:00 PM

Admission: FREE--haha

Weather permitting we are planning on a camp fire, smores, the traditional cutting-of-cake (which of course means there's cake, ice-cream and punch for everyone), and our parents favorite thing: music. So please bring any musical talent you may possess, including instruments, and join us in singing around the camp fire--or in the vicinity thereof. Your own personal lawn chairs are also an optional amenity. Don't forget about the high possibility of volleyball, basket ball, croquet and other such games. Should weather be unpermitting.... well, it just wouldn't dare...

And just in case I didn't make it clear enough, This is a surprise!!!

I would've invited you all.... but I'm afraid that would have ruined the surprise. [sadness]

Family Times

2007-08-28T10:11:00.000-05:00

Gabe was pretty happy to be able to have his uncle role back again... fulfilled by his new nephew.

If you couldn't tell, they seemed to hit it off really well.

Janae reading about penguins with her auntie Hannah.

Tabby cuddling her little Alex.

Enjoying the good fresh Wisconsin country air.

One of the pleasures of family... lots of good times!

I fell deeply in love with Wisconsin once again. The brilliant greens, the winding (paved) roads, the hills, the trees... Overcast skies makes the foggy horizon even more breath-taking.

(did I mention hills??)

(Listening to Weird Al's "Trapped in the Drive Through" rendition)

One of the best times was Gabe inviting me to hit the road with him one morning. Made more interesting by sharing a set of ear pieces to listen to his IPOD together.

I just love this shot... I'm not sure who put who to sleep. [grin]

Mourn With Me!

2007-08-27T22:22:00.000-05:00

Aside from the normal unexpected change-of-plans, and goodbyes, and the end to a blissful weekend, there's yet another reasons to mourn.

This afternoon I cracked open my laptop to view with reminiscent pleasure some of the pixelated highlights of the last few days. It was quiet around here for a change... perfect time to kick back into the blog mode. I was especially looking forward to viewing the shots from every one's favorite event of the weekend (make that favorite event of the year). One that included candles, somewhat ancient photos in frames, a beautiful cake, kissing, friends, family, campfires, volleyball, surprises, honking cars, music... I had preserved valuable family memories in digital format in the duo pro of my camera to be enjoyed for years to come.

But as I scrolled through the thousands of pictures from the month of August, the ones from Friday the 24th were strangely missing. Photos prior and after the occasion were in their correct folders, but the ones--the important ones--were no more. They were GONE.

I ran a file search half-a-dozen times. I manually perused every file on my computer more than once. I've had technical-savvy brothers, brother in-laws, and a dad offer advice and retrieving hints, all to no avail. Those priceless pictures and video clips are gone to the extreme sense of the word. What's worse is my camera had already deposited them in the trash bin, before I so much as thought to upload them on another computer just-to-be-safe.

So after I recover from this lesson well and painfully learned, perhaps I will manage to come up with a few word pictures. But how does one captivate in words the rustic charm of three kids in sepia standing on an old wagon picking choke cherries? Or the adorable blue eyes of the cat nicely complimented by the blue eyes of the little girl who cuddles him? Or the romantic candle flames glinting off the glass of a wedding portrait? Or a cake knife be-decked with flowers and ribbon? Not to mention the..... Well, let's just stop right there.

The end.

Finally....

2007-08-24T10:57:00.000-05:00

...After 6 long months. Hey what can I say? We both like our shirts.... ahem...

I apologize if blogging happens to be sparce and scarce this weekend... I'm enjoying some good family time.

The Storm

2007-08-22T04:00:00.000-05:00

Earlier this week a fierce storm ripped through Milford. Thick, black swirling clouds, vehement winds, lightning, thunder, rain and hail did some significant damage.
We were fortunate... A large branch settled on the backyard fence instead of the house (or the fortunate dog whom we had mercy on and allowed to join us in the basement.)
Landon was fearfully intrigued by the storm. He thought it was a tormato.

Milford Weekend

2007-08-22T03:27:00.000-05:00

Hmm... you may be wondering, Left-over 4th of July pictures? Nope. Just Milford Family Fun Days, a local annual event that is so festive one thinks they should don the colors of Old Glory.

My brother in-law tried to kick back and relax... I'll leave it to the reader to decipher whether or not he succeeded.

Which way shall we go?

Observing the fun events.

An absolutely adorable little girl wandering around the park.

There's cute.... but then there's cuter.

And the grand finale finishing off a unique and fun weekend.
Special photo tip: eating a sticky dilly bar and photographing fireworks at the same time does not yield professional results.

How About Some Random

2007-08-20T16:39:00.000-05:00

A unique playdough creation.

Prominently pink.

Thinking cute thoughts.

Danger lurks....
and what does the photographer naturally do? It wasn't until I was standing out in the middle of the yard snapping pictures of a niece and nephew in precarious postions did I wonder what the neighbors must be thinking.

so much for being a hero.

the moral of the story is they all survived.
...and none the worse for wear.

Kissable

Something to Grin About

2007-08-16T22:33:00.000-05:00

Guess who's cracking himself up? I'm sitting here listening to the little man laying all by himself on the floor say, "Mmmgoo!" Followed by squeals and happy sighs. It's so adorable!!

(The little stinker is supposed to be sleeping...)

The Wild Side

2007-08-16T21:43:00.000-05:00

...as seen around Nebraska

Welcome to an impromptu segment of Nebraska's WILDlife. Captured, but left as I found it.

A killdeer, valliantly guarding his nest of hatching eggs. Notice his mate in the background.
West Fairview, Milford

The puppy practicing one of her wild swing dance moves.
Back Yard, Home

A squirrel, and a nutty one at that.
Garage Sale, Lincoln

A robin fledgling that wanted to be my friend.
Front Porch, Home

Scorpion all set for a stingaree? Nay, but an ugly green bug the mere size of a few particles of dust.

Kitchen Counter, Home

A vicious storm en route.
Hwy 15, Seward

A dragonfly mildly contemplating the consistency of life
Mahoney State Park, Ashland

A garter snake glaring at the lawn mowing boy.
Front Yard, Home

Which, in your humble opinion, is the wildest?

Look Who's 2 Months Old!

2007-08-15T16:05:00.000-05:00

Time is flying!!!

Random Fun

2007-08-14T14:39:00.000-05:00

A dutch couple I know...

I love their mode of transportation....

Toby Junior

Miss Feminine and Ladylike.

This photo was taken the last time she went to church before she got sick... Speaking of which, she's still battling the pneumonia. She enjoys throwing us for loops--acts, looks and sounds perfect, but then has one of her coughing spells and we wonder if she really is getting better. However, now that I think of it, they aren't as often as they were, and she's sleeping better (whew!)... So perhaps we really are on the road to recovery. Thank you so much for your prayers!

Just for Smiles

2007-08-12T16:41:00.000-05:00

He is my sunshine.

It's been really fun watching this little baby man grow. His personality is beginning to blossom quite profusely, and he makes his likes and dislikes very clear.

He absolutely loves to be cuddled. Sleeps the best in cradled arms (I'm pretty sure he's partial to mine).

And he definitely has the cutest little outlook on life, wouldn't you say?

His adorable, dark eyes are very alert and attentive. He likes to watch things move, make eye-contact and grin at whoever thinks he's cute.

(yeah, like that.)

And to those friends who walk away from him, his eyes follow them until they are out of sight, and those little lips turn down in a pucker. Bless his heart!

....does the word 'cherub' come to any body's mind???

My favorite times is when he's sitting in his mom's lap, and he looks over at me and starts "talking".... and grinning, and catching his breath in a squeal before it turns into a giggle...

For those of you who kept a straight face.... you've got problems!

Momma Called the Doctor and the Doctor said...

2007-08-10T15:28:00.000-05:00

"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Actually, it would've been ideal if that was all that Dr. Kathy had to say. But no, she also had to include the pneumonia word. Which means the dry cough for the last two weeks settled into my niece's lungs resulting in the more recent sleepless nights, the hacking, the runny nose, the wheezing, and the tears.

Fortunately, the case isn't severe. No hospital stay was necessary, just antibiotics and following the doctor's impossible orders: 1. Keep her away from her brothers (she may be contagious), 2. Keep her indoors, 3. Keep her calm.

In case you don't know Janae, let me assure you it's more than a full-time job.
Your prayers would be appreciated. A full and fast recovery is what we're needing... If there are no improvements within the next day or two, Miss Jea will have to go back. And please pray that no little boys in this house contract the same illness that's plaguing the little girl's life. Thank you!

Explore Nebraska--the Falls

2007-08-08T18:11:00.000-05:00

A tiny wooden sign with a little yellow arrow and the word "FALLS" etched in vertical format. According to the sign, a person was to take the bridge and the winding path through the woods to find these falls... if they really did exist. Those of us native to Wisconsin sure had our doubts. Nevertheless, the walk was very appealing. After all, we were on the brinks of a forest--just that in itself was enthralling, how often does one stumble upon such a thing in Nebraska? I found myself lagging considerably as we meandered through the trees and bushes. Every square inch of the trail boasted of nothing but picturesque character. I don't normally photograph everything like that, but then again, I don't normally go as long as I had without taking a walk in the woods.
And then the battery warning flashed. I caught up with the gang to get my camera bag out of the stroller, only to discover that it had somehow been removed and was sitting in the van. I knew there was some life still left in my batteries, and I decided to exercise the great powers of self-control and not take another picture until we reached the presumable falls. Besides, how many pictures would I need to take of what was sure to be just a trickle over a few rocks?? (Oh, but you have no idea how hard it was not to capture that beautiful shade of periwinkle blooming in polka-dots throughout the woods!)

But then came the sound of rushing water gorging over a rock-clefted embankment. I love that sound! We only had to follow it to find ourselves staring at the prettiest little scene in all of Nebraska. The Falls! They were real!And then the photographer's nightmare... Give me batteries or I die! Fresh batteries were so necessary, and so far away! After a few desperate attempts, I bundled together my wits and energy--and distorted sense of direction, and raced back through the woods in the heat and humidity of the day, hoping no bears decided to overtake me. Discovering the van (wow! I wasn't lost!), popping open the back, pulling out my camera bag........ ah, batteries have never been so gorgeous before!
I made it back in time to capture Janae's first tentative steps into the little babbling brook. It didn't take much time for her to be fully accustomed to this refreshing spot of liquid sunshine.She greatly enjoyed helping her brothers get accustomed to it as well.I love discovering life through the eyes of delights in a child.

The kids enjoyed every single last minute of the little Nebraskan paradise tucked way back in the woods.
Even little Alex got his feet wet.

And Janae got her feet really wet!
The water was about deep enough to drown an ant (even acorns are safe).
(this dragonfly seemed rather amused at this unique set of torrents.)
And nobody plunged over the treacherous falls.

There was plenty of splashing (don't need a storm to see some white-caps!),
and enough water to get everyone a little wet.
And on the way back, I snuck a shot of those lovely little periwinkle buds that had been so tempting.

Sigh. I just love Nebraska, don't you??

Disclaimer! I know, pathetic that after such a fun series, a person would have to put a disclaimer at the end, but I feel I must. To be true to my fellow-Nebraskans, I just want them to know that their state was always beautiful... uh, in it's unique way--not the way in which I was accustomed to beauty. However, I did have the opportunity to discover the beauty that was more than unique, and I now must admit to not only having heart-strings wrapped around my dear friends and family here, but I've also fallen in love with the state.

HOWEVER, my dear Wisconsinites, have no fear. I am no traitor. Wisconsin has beauties Nebraska can't hold (sorry, but it's true!), and Wisconsin is still home to me. Just thought you should know that. (In other words: No hate mail, please!!)

Explore Nebraska--Mishaps

2007-08-06T22:16:00.000-05:00

Mishap #1

As so often happens on little road trips with sweet infants, there's those crying spells. Cry, meaning: blood curdling screams, bewailed moans of the ear-rattling nature, and the desperate attempt to soothe the sorry little thing before the frequency exhuding out of his mouth should burst the windows. That is precisely what was in the process of happening en route out of the Mahoney State Park. This time, Auntie Beemoo had the touch (all he wanted was a hand to squeeze!).
Do not be fooled: it's actually me he has wrapped around his thumb.
Mishap #2.

"Owie!" Janae kept wailing. It's a word she says so often, it's starting to land on the numbed part of the ear. But we were very sympathetic to the girl and her unknown owie, confined though we were to our respective seat belts...... until....

Well, let's just say the photographer chose not to employ her camera to record the event. After all, nobody enjoys the sight (or stench) of a whole day's worth of stomach contents.

Suffice it to say, the poor little miss felt a whole lot better after that sad episode.

We were in search of better access to water. My sister Courtney and I grew up near rivers and lakes, so it seemed only natural that anybody should be able to find a beach somewhere... right? So off we went down narrow gravel roads looking for a nice little Platte River park of some sort. What should occur next?

Mishap #3

In the form of boredom. Due to only certain areas of cell coverage, and important calls, we found ourselves parked at the side of the road with... nothing to do but wait! Boredom does certainly prove to be the least of all mishaps--especially when you have a camera to keep you company (but keep an extra pair of batteries along for when you really need them later--some lessons can only be learned the hard way).

Not quite the type of water we were looking for--what parent would allow their child to wade in green murky depths??
See, a person can still be happy when they're bored.Can you tell that he loves having me sit next to him?
Is he adorable or no?

*sigh* what can I say? I was bored.... and testing the ability of my companion's sense of focus.

Check back for part III!

Explore Nebraska--the View

2007-08-06T07:40:00.000-05:00

"Let's go for a ride!" Come to think of it, I don't recall who's idea it was in the first place. Probably my brother in-law, Toby's because that is a typical dad-quote. But with the further statement, "We haven't done something fun in a long time!" the decision was sealed, the van was loaded, and away we went for a Saturday-afternoon ride of our lives. (Being the family's photographer, how could I decline?) Nebraska. I never cared much for the state... But I loved a particular Wisconsin girl who moved here, and grew to love many more people who reside here. However, I remain partial to the hills, forests, swamplands, streams, winding roads and bright green of Wisconsin. The wide open expanses of Nebraska were something to get used to. Aside from the fact that the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous out here, I didn't care much for the scenery.
We ended up in Saunders County at the very picturesque Mahoney State Park. Of course the grand entrance didn't prove anything fabulous other than a few extra trees. But boy, was I in for a treat!
With lots to see, my brother in-law and the kids climbed the look-out tower to take it all in.
Getting to the top was no small feat. But they did it!
"Hey, 'Meeyou,' we went way up high! Yah." My little niece declared.

Do you think I had any clue what sort of view I was in for?? Nope. The trail paused at the edge of a steep and high embankment overlooking one of the many obstacles the wagon trains encountered on the Oregon Trail.

I had absolutely no idea Nebraska was so beautiful!

The Platte River valley, complete with it's trees, wild shrubbery, double railroad tracks winding around a hill, and WATER, was incredibly breath-taking. It's been months since I've had such a view.

(it was so romantic... for them)

Since when are kids speechless?
And since when do all the Nelsons smile at the same time for a picture? (okay, so the littlest one was sleeping.)

The kids were entirely enthralled by the hike.
"oh, Meeyou, hurry!" (Janae was worried I was going to get lost.)
Walking with her mommy. Walking across the bridge calling, "Meeyou! C'mon!"

The sun-sprinkled walk was so fun, in spite of the intense 100-degree heat.
Would anybody complain? No!
(Landon is totally captivated by sticks, logs and anything of the nature)

a jump....

and a mad-dash for the air-conditioned van.

the next leg of "the drive" to be continued...

The Younger Two

2007-08-05T16:30:00.000-05:00

mild contemplation

sweet, sweet dreams

monkey power

a sibling moment

oh look! It's an eye!

comb those locks

innocence

They're Artistic, I Tell You!

2007-08-03T08:36:00.000-05:00

Janae sat on the basement steps, crossed her little legs and doodled away while I did laundry. What should I find when I turn around?
A whale?!

And of course, not to be outdone...
Landon drew what he called a puppy.

Let Brotherly Love Continue

2007-08-03T08:30:00.000-05:00

I Think He Must Like Me

2007-08-02T21:58:00.000-05:00

I was thoroughly delighted the first time Alex smiled: it was at me!

But then today I was ecstatic... he giggled for the first time: and it was at me!

He's still tickled over the fact that we share the same birthday.

So You Think My Pictures are Cute?

2007-07-31T09:28:00.000-05:00

You should go visit my friend's blog for even cuter ones. I just love her skill and creativity with that camera of hers... not to mention the cute subjects she had!

Life Is Cute

2007-07-24T14:56:00.000-05:00

As a nanny/aunt to three adorables, how can it not be?

She really thinks life is cute

double trouble... still cute.

cute? That's what I mean!

Always take time to smell the flowers

watering them is also recommended.

lazy days of summer.

huggin' trike-rides

together we go around, and around, and around, (and around again and again and again) the deck.

(again)

Life can also be very tiring.

especially when you shop all day.

there's always time for hugs, right?

...a few pokes...

...a kiss or two...

...and lots of sunshine!

yeah, life is cute

...and sweet.

especially when you get to meet a new friend. [happy smiles]

5 Reasons Why I "Dig" Jesus

2007-07-21T10:07:00.000-05:00

A dear lady tagged me awhile back to list 5 of the reasons why I love Jesus.

I'm sitting here thinking.... I'm limited to five?! I'm sure I could number off an infinite amount of reasons, because His goodness is the breath of my life.

I love Him because His love for me redeemed me when He gave of His life... just for me.
I love Him because His faithfulness is great and His mercies are new every morning. I can never doubt His grace and His strength. There will never be a day in which I will be not be better than I deserve.
I love Him because His blessings never cease to fall on me... I love those little "sticky notes" of His love that He places in my life every day.
I love Him because He forgives me when I am least deserving. I can't see the future, but He can't see my past.
I love Him because He first loved me... because He's my Savior.

And on and on and on I could go. But I will stop there and give the following five the opportunity to tell why they "dig" Jesus Christ...

Becc@ of Ready Always
Ginny of R&V Farmstead
Micah Noel of A Spirit Inspired
Pam of MIDNIGHT MUSINGS
and my own sister, Joygirl, who complains of writer's block.

There's Just Something About it

2007-07-20T21:01:00.000-05:00

There's something about a baby... ::: that captivates your heart.

::: that personifies innocence
::: that discovers awe in the simplest things
::: that makes smiles brand new.

And then there's something about a little man....
::: who can't keep his handle bars straight

(or his shoes on the right feet).

And the little girl...
::: who is all of picture perfect.