Adventures. Illustrated.

I don’t even know where to begin. Busy is my byword right about now, and there are so many things that have been going on in the last month or two. I’d say it’s summer craziness, but I’m pretty sure it’s just “my life” craziness.

Backwards first.

Visited with the sister/nephew/nieces…

And of course, always, sunday dinners…

                                               

 

Yes, this is where I live. :-)

Whitney is getting married to Lee!!! So exciting. :-) I’m in the wedding, so I threw a family bridal shower for her—with plenty of help!

The menu is the fun part. Smoked salmon cream cheese crostinis (cocktail sauce and dill as the garnish), caprese skewers, cucumber ranch sandwiches, citrus crab salads, and prosciutto goat cheese pear slices. Amazing. :-) Oh, and horseradish bacon cheese dip, as well as a cheddar garlic. And fruit.

 

Since I’m off of white refined sugar, my mom took care of the “dessert”. However, she can’t stop at one dessert, so there was a whole table full of options. Rachel and I decided to declare a cheat day on the sugar thing after seeing this sign board… :-) And who can blame us?

Sparkling cider for each guest.

Aunt Sue, the mother of the bride. All the sisters look alike—Beautiful.

Strawberry lemonade… in rachel’s hand.

Grandma and Whit.

 

Did some housesitting. I love it. It’s like, um, having my own house. Except cuter! and in the country! And almost exactly what I want in the future! How perfect is that? Minus one or two essential things, it’s precisely the kind of place I would like to have some day. It’s rather nice to have somewhere to go to just relax and look at the mountain.

They have a dog and several chickens, one of whom ended up dead. Rather unfortunate. (Housesitting FAIL) I think the big angry chickens killed the other one. When I discovered it, I went with the best possible solution—call my dad and ask him to come deal with it. In the meantime, I made myself useful by warding off the ones who were trying to pull apart the carcass. Honestly, those things are terrifiying! They have huge talons and they ruffle up their feathers and run at you. Yes, that was me jumping around like mad in the chicken yard, saying SHOO! Not my finest thirty minutes…

The perpetrators are pictured here… The victim looked a lot like the second picture, pre-expiration:

And the face I woke up to every day:

On to another day—walking with the kids.

That’s it for now. Next time will, without a doubt, be something spiritually edifying instead of another endless parade of pictures.