Oh, she was so sweet...

So Friday night Brooklyn spent the night with Grandma and Grandpa. Saturday morning I wake up and Brooke is already up and watching cartoons with Grandma so I just sneak a peek in at her on my way to put my contacts in and then it happens. She looks at me for a second. Then looks at Grandma and says, "Holly is having a bad hair day Grandma".... wow.
Dissed by a four year old.

Greer

So, we went to Greer, AZ for the Labor Day weekend and it was beautiful. So nice and cold and rainy. It was great.

We played in the rain with umbrellas...

We went to dinner and ALL the old people fit themselves in the back seat...

Mike, Brooklyn, and Grandpa went on a boat ride, caught a fish, got poked in the finger by said fish, and then played in the water the rest of the time...

Played with a dead crawdad or "karates" as Brooke called it...

It's hard being an old man when your kids take your waders and you have to get your "boat shoes" wet. Poor dad.

Played in the rain some more and made funny faces...

Took some pictures of pretty things...

Saw some beautiful fields of flowers...

Saw a bunch of elk grazing on the other side of Big Lake...

And totally touched a dead cow on the side of the road!!! My mom is awesome!!!

Seriously?

Dear Nickelback,

Thank you for ruining yet what could have been another perfect morning. That's right, you ruin every morning I wake up to an alarm because somehow every radio station plays your "music" ALL MORNING LONG... How do you manage that!? Well, you obviously work for Satan so I can see you have some pull, but EVERY MORNING... really? You make me want to hurt people, mostly you but sometimes others as well. How do you feel about that? Your music makes people feel violent. Tisk, tisk Nickelback tisk, tisk. But I still don't understand how you do it... I don't wake up at the same time every morning and still you manage to be there torturing me. How do you do it? Do you spy on me? Am I in Hell? Why are you screwing with my mind?!!



How do you live with yourselves?

Thanks for another crappy morning,
Holly

PS: The girls from Jr high called, they want their gel back. Dippity-do!!!