Bad Idea 'Cause I've Felt that Way

So I had a crazy voicemail this morning. I sent it to Google Voice but you'll have to fast forward to about 00:30 to hear it. You probably don't want to listen to it at work or around children. The transcript is below:

Good morning. I'm sorry to bother you. I know you're at work but I just had to tell you I saw a bear. B. E. A. R. A bear! It was in the field in the alfalfa field while I was driving between Hesston and Moundridge and I'm going back to look again. It was a BEAR! I'll talk to you later. Bye.

To be continued . . .

Oh Like a Bird on the Wire

That video makes me laugh.

But this one makes me laugh more.

We Are One Inside These Walls

Last Saturday, she and her brother hit the town for Easter. The town being their little hometown.

She grew up in a town small enough that everyone pretty much knows each other. Since her mom is a teacher, even if people didn't know her personally, they probably know her last name.

When they walked into Scooters, she was a bit horrified. Everyone was twelve. Or that's the age they were when she left her hometown, so that's how old they will always be in her head. It felt just a little disturbing.

One of these twelve year olds was talking to her brother. The two had hung out together back in the day. She knew who the kid was, but didn't know him well.

Eventually the kid turned to her and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm sorry. I can't remember your name."

"Jenna," she said as she took his hand.

He gave her a strange look as he slowly shook her hand. A look like that doesn't sound right.

"Jenna Jameson," she continued.

"Oh! Haha. No I know you're Marcus's sister . . ."

"Then you know our family secret." And she turned and walked away.

But at Thirty Years of Age, Through Frolic and In Rage

I'm going to see 311 tonight. I'm excited because they put on an awesome show.

Or at least they did three years ago. I went to that show with my brother, who was so excited his face was pretty much permanently as you see above.

This time, I'm going with Raw and Casey. Casey seems to be pretty excited about it, but Raw is not.

"We're going to be the oldest people there."

Yeah, Raw is feeling pretty old lately. I didn't want to make a big deal about it because I know she wasn't happy about it, but apparently I'm in the doghouse with Casey because I didn't mention it. And that's bullcrap. I can never win.

Raw had one of those milestone birthdays recently. Which one? Well, I'll let her tell you.

Blue Sky!

You Cut Me Loose Then Pull Me In for a Kiss

I arrive back in Wichita and just past Kellogg & Canal Route, there's an electronic billboard.

"Welcome to Wichita!" It reads. As I drive by, the message changes.

"Escape from Wichita!"

NO MORE

Make it stop!

Y'all Gonna Make Me Act a Fool

Jacque, Evan and I spent time hanging out by the river.

I took about a hundred awesome photographs around the Keeper of the Plains. There was smoke in the air from the grass fires surrounding the city that made the sun turn pink.

It was gorgeous.

Would you like to see the photos?

So would I!

Turns out I didn't have a memory card in the camera.

I have officially lost it.

And That's the Magic Number

So among all the chaos last month--the missed birthday posts, the working off of my butt, etc--I missed telling you about an important addition to our family.

Chad and Kay Lyn are now a happy family of three!

No offense, Brooks! I'm just really behind lately. I plan to catch up by fall.

But I'm right on time for your one month birthday!

Welcome to the family!

So Here I Go Again, Singing By Your Window

Whoops. Turns out yesterday's post was number 1000. Without any fanfare.

So here's the fanfare. I'm really pretty shocked. I never figured I'd make it past 100!

Que the fanfare . . .

She Called Out a Warning

"Those were so gross. I had to eat the second bite to make sure."

"The taste is indescribable."

"It tasted like someone sprayed butter and syrup on a corn pop."

"No it doesn't! It tastes like someone drank syrup and popcorn butter and then farted on a piece of foam!"

"Ew. But accurate."