Random, Random

WARNING: You are about to witness a random bombardment of pictures from our life. If your eyes are light sensitive, or if you suffer from motion sickness, or are easily nauseated by the prospect of being forced to view a lot of pictures of someone else's goofy family life, then you might want to refrain from reading this post.

As you might have noticed, these pictures are from Christmas. I'm a bit behind (just 3 months or so) on posting on the "Life" portion of my blog. This is my desperate attempt to play catch up. I realized, though, that the amount of pictures I was originally attempting to post was bordering on ridiculous, so in order to preserve your eyesight, time, interest, etc., I will post a second edition of a random collection of pictures that make me smile and feel so blessed to be a part of the unique cast of characters that is my family.

xo

nessa dee

Run Gus Run

I love when I plop down to snap some shots from his perspective, this little boy runs straight for me with a huge grin on his face.

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nessa dee

Hay Bale Jumping...

It's a must when we visit my hometown.

Plus it makes for some pretty neat pictures.

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nessa dee

Two Boys and a Gator

I find these pictures hilariously cute. 

If it had been up to August, I think he would've driven cousin Hunter to Canada. Thankfully, the battery gave out long before they reached the border.

xo

nessa dee

Shirts vs. Fur

With the Super Bowl coming up, I thought it would be fitting to share pics of our football game we played over Christmas. It wasn't a typical football game, as we were playing against a pack of dogs who were very fast and very slobbery. For every pass, the receiver was met with the whole pack, trying to get their teeth on the ball.

 At first, it seemed like the dogs were no match for their bipedal opponents. The ability to throw and catch, and special tactics like sitting on the ball seemed to put the shirts at an advantage.

 But as soon as one of the dogs took hold of the ball, their speed and agility dominated the field.

 And if we ever got the ball back, well, it was met with mixed emotions and a slobber-coated football.

All in all, it was a good game, and though we played our hearts out, I think the furs won this one.

xo

nessa dee

At the Ranch

We made a quick trip down to my hometown this week. I was supposed to help my dad start packing up his house as he's in the process of selling his place. We've been trying to get him to move closer to us for years, and though he's threatened to do so, it's never happened. He lives in a small town that had very few job opportunities, and we knew that selling his home would take time. So every time an offer for the house would come in, we'd tell him to take it, that he wouldn't ever get a better offer, and every time my dad would hesitate, and let the offer fade away with the hope that my brother or I would want to move back one day.    I can't blame him for not wanting to sell, though. He lives in a house that was designed by my mom, built from scratch on land that's been in his family for decades. He has barns, quite the menagerie of farm animals, and years of memories. It's the house I grew up in, and I have a half a life of memories there, but I know we can make many new memories and a lot more of them if he moves closer. Plus, there's a huge oil boom going on in that same small town, and we're all eating our words. Your hesitancy paid off, Dad, but for real this time, you're never going to get a better offer than right now!

The purpose of our little trip was to help him start packing up the house, but with the kids in tow, packing was put on the back burner in favor of trips out to the ranch to look for deer, playing with all of the dogs, chasing barn cats, catching frogs, and riding tractors.

 

 We didn't get much packing done, but we made a lot of memories.

Happy Monday!

xo

nessa dee