So much for writing “later today.” I think it’s been a full week since I wrote that. As the self appointed chairman of the board for NARR (Neighborhood Association of Rules & Regulations—thank you, Lyndi), I’ll have to be more careful. I must set a glowing example for those new members of Blogville and those just visiting the neighborhood—as well as long time residents—so that we can all get back to where we were a few months ago: a happy (however dysfunctional) group of friends and family, keeping in good contact and good humor, providing encouragement, enlightenment, and just plain nonsense to cheer one another’s dreary existences. Indeed, Section 4, paragraph 2 of the Blogville Association Handbook (better known as BAH, with full Scrooge emphasis) gives us the kindly and somewhat scriptural injuction: “To do good and communicate—and blog at least twice a week—forget not…or else you’re kicked out of the club.” If I type quickly I think I’ll make it just before the 7 day deadline. If one does fail to comply, there is only one way to be readmitted. You must publish a lengthy and informative post, explaining the reason for your failure and then ramble on long enough to make everybody forget that you ever didn’t blog. Oh, and pictures. Lots and lots of pictures, preferably humorous ones. If anyone needs an example of the proper way to execute this cunning and tactical maneuver, visit Lyndi’s blog. She handles herself as an old pro, I tell you. In fact, I think I’m going to encourage her to start a workshop entitled “The Fine Art of Blogging” and travel the country to impart her knowledge. Actually, her workshop should properly be entitled, “How to Be a Totally Negligent Blogger, but Reappear with Such Pizzazz, Clever Wit, and Crazy Pictures that You Remain the Hot Spot for All of the Other Sorry Bloggers who Have Nothing Entertaining to Say.” Of course, we could call it HBTNBRSPCWCPYRHSAOSBHNES for short. And you only thought you snarled when you said NARR.
Look at that—a whole great big paragraph just talking about blogging! And I haven’t even started yet! You all know what that means. Go get your popcorn and lemonade (or apples and hot cider if you’re one of the lucky dogs in a pleasantly cool part of the world) and settle in for a good, long read. Well… long, anyway. I’ll not make any promises beyond that.
Where did I leave off last time? Ah yes—Ladies’ Retreat! Boy, it seems like that was a long, long time ago! I’ll see if I can remember something… Hhmmm. Okay. Uummm… I can tell you that my overall feeling when I think back to the Retreat is a pleasant one! Ha! Tell you what, if you’re interested in hearing about it, visit Emilee’s blog (bigredvan.blogspot.com)—she’s got a day by day account of all of the great things that took place there! The only thing I can think of that she left out was the guy that came up to us at the Mason Jar (the restaurant we went to after Retreat) and asked if we were Pentecostals. (Guess we look the part?!) Anyway, after conversing for a few minutes we found out that the guy’s parents used to be snake handlers years and years ago—but that’s not all. If I understand right, they were actually part of the Church (I mean THE Church!) for a time, but A.J. Tomlinson told them they had to quit the snake thing, so they left! Is that crazy or what?! Small world.
Since I’m not doing very well at telling you about that fabulous Ladies’ Retreat, I’ll show you. Here are a few pics.
Look at that—a whole great big paragraph just talking about blogging! And I haven’t even started yet! You all know what that means. Go get your popcorn and lemonade (or apples and hot cider if you’re one of the lucky dogs in a pleasantly cool part of the world) and settle in for a good, long read. Well… long, anyway. I’ll not make any promises beyond that.
Where did I leave off last time? Ah yes—Ladies’ Retreat! Boy, it seems like that was a long, long time ago! I’ll see if I can remember something… Hhmmm. Okay. Uummm… I can tell you that my overall feeling when I think back to the Retreat is a pleasant one! Ha! Tell you what, if you’re interested in hearing about it, visit Emilee’s blog (bigredvan.blogspot.com)—she’s got a day by day account of all of the great things that took place there! The only thing I can think of that she left out was the guy that came up to us at the Mason Jar (the restaurant we went to after Retreat) and asked if we were Pentecostals. (Guess we look the part?!) Anyway, after conversing for a few minutes we found out that the guy’s parents used to be snake handlers years and years ago—but that’s not all. If I understand right, they were actually part of the Church (I mean THE Church!) for a time, but A.J. Tomlinson told them they had to quit the snake thing, so they left! Is that crazy or what?! Small world.
Since I’m not doing very well at telling you about that fabulous Ladies’ Retreat, I’ll show you. Here are a few pics.
NEVERMIND. Don't you wish you knew who the guy was who goes into the Blogger Master Computer and screws things around every so often, forbidding you from posting the pictures that you really, really want to post? I can just picture him holed up in a dark closet somewhere cackling; cockeyed teeth protruding from his evil grin, large buggy eyes peering into the screen as he watches us (somehow, I'm sure) as we war with our machines trying the same thing over and over and over again, but to no avail. If I ever find him, I'll let you know. Then we can take turns giving him his just reward. Until then, just imagine what the pictures may have looked like. I have captions and everything, so just let your creative juices flow and have fun! There! What do you think of that, you picture banning computer creep?! We're going to have fun anyway!!! It'll probably be even better this way, what, with our creative and imaginative friends!!!
(Just so you know, I'll try to check back tomorrow and see if I can add the pictures in then--so come back and check sometime!)
Haley’s socks. Had to post them for you, Lady!
Believe it or not, their babies have already been born. They just wear them now.
Sister Karen & Aunt Kay
One of the many snowball fights
I wish I could post the really great pictures, but they include a Twister mat and pajama clad women with woven appendages and you just never know when a blogger’s husband might decide to catch up on the latest. (Sorry, Devin—I just can’t make myself post them, even though the best pictures are of family. It just wouldn’t be right! A blog is just way too public. It would be like playing Twister in the middle of the city park, you know—anybody could see you!)
I’ll put some scenery pictures in the next post. (That’s right, folks—you’re in for a whole series! You’re now entering the beginning of the second inning…)
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