Sunday, June 26, 2011

Shelter Cove Sunsets

I have more but once you've seen one sunset, you've seen them all.
Well, they ARE all beautiful.
Planet Earth.
Such an artist.

No Dogs Allowed!

 Unless you give the owner of the guest house $600!!!  I ask you...Could this little girl do $600 worth of damage?  Only if there were $600 worth of toilet paper lying around-because she does have a problem with TP.  She Must make confetti out of it.  I'm sending her to the Betty Ford Clinic for that addiction soon.
This human girl is Halie.  See what she brought to read?  I love her!  Her plans is to own and run a bed and breakfast, and decorate it in Flea Market Style and do over the top decorations for each season.
In Garberville, one day, an old hippie came up to me and the Little White Dog and said, "Dude. That's a Caucasian dog."

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Steps To Take when You Accidentally Put Regular Gas In Your Diesel Vehicle

 Call AAA.
 Load it up.
Ride for three hours in the cab of this truck learning AAALLLLL about the tow truck bidness.  Incidentally, it wasn't me.
Furthermore he has owned this very pick-em-up-truck for eight years.
Direct quote from Bro-in-law, "You will put the wrong gas in it but you'll only do it once."

Friday, June 17, 2011

Absolutely NO Crossing the Street on Your Head!

It will not be tolerated at any time in South Tahoe.

The Sweetest Wedding Ever

 All the best to Paige and Mikey
            Tahoe- - Mike and Paige's Wedding

    Our family had yet another occasion to gather recently.  It was the wedding of our brother, Mikey.  He married Paige, who is the sweetest girl!  We were delighted to see them get hitched, and of course we were happy to be together again as a family. Tahoe was the destination which pleased one sister to no end because she had dreamed that she was going to win a car.

If you have been paying attention, you know this would somehow turn out to be a goofy and joyous occasion.

    Mike's best man was our other brother, “John the Holy Ghost.”  See, there are three important Johns in the family.  The middle sister married one and then they named their son after his dad.  That makes John the Father and John the Son.  Brother John just had to be the third John of the unholy trinity. 

      L to R John the son, John the holy ghost, and John the father.

    We came together in the little mountain town the day before without a single snafu, a miracle, considering people came from four different states and twice as many cities.  How did people do these things before the advent of cell phones?  The wedding was to take place by the lake at 6:00 the next evening. 

    Sometime after lunch on her wedding day, Paige realized that the pictures on the internet advertising the wedding site were a bit misleading.  It had shown that the trellis, as well as the chairs would be festooned with flowers and ribbons.  They assumed that these decorations would be there for them.
They weren't.

Oh my goodness.
Oh my goodness.

What to do?
What to do?

The sisters and brothers went off in four directions to gather supplies. (It was sort of like the “Stone Soup” wedding in the movie “Fandango.” If you haven't seen this movie, get it on your Net Flix or whatever.  It is a great “sleeper.”)

Would you believe that South Lake Tahoe has no Michaels?  No Target?  No JoAnns?

    We finally found a fabric store hidden behind a small motel and got ribbon and tule.  Miles of tule.  Others found flowers, and we spent all afternoon making poofy flowery wedding bows and then decorated the area for a proper wedding.  It was lovely.

         Now this is the way a bride should come down the aisle!
                         But alas, she put the champagne down and walked like a proper bride.

    Meanwhile one family member, The Anonymous One, worked all afternoon learning to text on the phone he has owned for a year and a half.  He told Rob before the ceremony began,  (and I paraphrase for properness) “I am a texting DUDE!”

    The wedding and the vows were sweet.  Paige and Mike both cried, which made the rest of us cry, too. The pastor ended with a pastorly prayer.  At the amen, The Anonymous One's phone beepy beeped to indicate that he had received a text.  It was from Rob (who was seated in front of him) and it said,

    “Did you remember to turn your phone off?” 

    As you can probably guess this caused muffled snorts and then laughter in the form of a wheeze like Mutley the cartoon dog for almost two solid minutes.

    John the father made a video with his Flip and there was some semi-audible input from me heard in it. 

“Knock it off!” I said, in one syllable, in a teeth-grinding, hissing stage whisper, which caused more wheezy laughter.

    There were lots of pictures taken.  They are full of sweetness   and love,  except for the ones I am in. They are not so sweet.  I look as if I just removed a spear from my own thigh for some reason. 

    No one in any casino was giving away a car either, but the weekend was still a success.  A new car is nothing compared to a loving family gathering.

                 Now for the "Ever After."

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I Give Good French (braid) & The Rude T-Shirt Of The Day

 This is Halie and Paige.  Paige is becoming my newest Sister Saturday and That makes me happy!
This is Rob and he gets bored easily with anyone who doesn't talk about quantum physics and crap like that.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

No More Furniture? He's Not The Boss Of Me.

 I got this cute little table at Pier One.  (a most dangerous store for me to enter)  This is my front entry.
 Here is why I like it:  It opens the area up a bit because it looks like it is a round table because of the mirror.
 And because it has a little bird under it.
I'm not sure what I'll put on it but this is what I found to start with.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Long Ago In A Galaxy Called Ada...

Our daddy built us a tree house high in a tree in our back yard.  I am busy writing it's story.  In this tree house, I learned many new and interesting things.

Perhaps I shall share them with you later. 

This seems to be the only photograph of it.  It was taken by a representative our small town news paper.  I think I was 12 or 13 here.  This would make my brother, Bobby around nine.

Wonder how long this danger would last in any tree today.