If your family gets hold of some dynamite on the 4th and blows up a washing machine. My son blogged about it HERE.
I sure wish he'd been using my camera for the video, rather than his cell phone. But you can get the idea.
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Monday, July 07, 2008
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Fourwheelers and fireworks, oh my!
If you didn't know our family was totally redneck before, all it would take is one Independence Day spent with us, and you'd be convinced.
There's always something to ride. 
That's our nephew Scotty, who hauls kids and adults around our pasture all day long when he's here, posing with our son Jim.
I think this was trip number one-hundred-one.
This is the Mercedes, the daughter of one of Cliff's second cousins. She was the only one privileged to ride Blue yesterday, since the ride required that we stop all four-wheelers and silence the fireworks while she was on him. Blue is a reliable nag, but he isn't fond of having somebody riding him when there's a lot of strange noise. Anyway, the girl explained that she really had wanted to spend the night with a couple of friends, but her grandma promised her she could ride Blue if she came to our house. 
Oh, Cliff bought me a new Radio Flyer for my birthday, which is coming up soon. Why, you ask, would a 64-year-old woman want a little red wagon? Well, I moved about half our belongings in the old wagon when we relocated to the mobile home; and I often need a way to transport things to the cabin and back. By the way, my butt is way too big to fit in the wagon, but I had to have one picture of me in the wagon.
There's always something to ride. 
That's our nephew Scotty, who hauls kids and adults around our pasture all day long when he's here, posing with our son Jim.
I think this was trip number one-hundred-one.
This is the Mercedes, the daughter of one of Cliff's second cousins. She was the only one privileged to ride Blue yesterday, since the ride required that we stop all four-wheelers and silence the fireworks while she was on him. Blue is a reliable nag, but he isn't fond of having somebody riding him when there's a lot of strange noise. Anyway, the girl explained that she really had wanted to spend the night with a couple of friends, but her grandma promised her she could ride Blue if she came to our house. 
Oh, Cliff bought me a new Radio Flyer for my birthday, which is coming up soon. Why, you ask, would a 64-year-old woman want a little red wagon? Well, I moved about half our belongings in the old wagon when we relocated to the mobile home; and I often need a way to transport things to the cabin and back. By the way, my butt is way too big to fit in the wagon, but I had to have one picture of me in the wagon.
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