Tour of the 911 Center

They couldn't be (gasp) gossiping again?!

Be sure your sin will find you out.

This is all the info they had for us homeschoolers' portfolios. And this is all the photos I have from the 911 center itself. (In the actual control room, we weren't allowed to take pictures.)

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After our tour, we headed to one of the many local parks - one that was...

...not responsible for accidents.

Not responsible for accidents?? Well, we know who is.

911 Dispatcher: He's stuck?! You say he's stuck? at the park??

The dispatchers give their cool and collected advise.

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Prisoner's Base

All free. At least... for now.

You want to be free again? Stretch that line as long as you can...

...so that Micah can get there in time.

Conrad warned me not to post this photo: "It reflects badly on our mirror." ;-)

We (or rather, our GPS) took the Raines down dead-ends, on detours, and up muddy field roads.

Mom goes back to explain to the Raines why we are going down rabbit trails.

"Why are we driving on a rabbit trail?"

(The explaining didn't stop with the Raines.)

Conrad Comics

Mr. Bedelia "fixes his bed."

One evening, he told me that the human circulatory system wasn't making sense anymore. He couldn't make heads or tails of it.

The guy's just not very skilled when it comes to make-up. ;-)

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It's been beautiful weather for go-cart riding these days. Not that I've been doing much of it (the potential to get dirty is too great). You can probably guess who has been. ;-)
Thanks for stopping by.

God Bless.
Carmen

Hello Everyone,

This post is shorter than average. Time just got away from me this week. Last night I stayed up until midnight to... blog?? No. To read. Yes, the truth is coming out. You all just don't stand much chance in a fight against a gripping novel.

Really, though, I truly do appreciate all the visits you make here. Also, thank you for the many kind comments you often leave. If you ever have any suggestions or criticisms for me, please feel free to let me know. My goal is to make this blog fun to read, but that is secondary to the necessity that everything here glorify God.

In Loving Memory...

...of Mrs. Quillman. As of this morning, she is with her Savior.

She was a blessing to young and old alike.

I am sure the Gordner family would appreciate it if you keep them in your prayers.

Family Update

Charity has been learning all the various shades of baking recently.

Dad doesn't quite measure up anymore. ;-)

In character, it's Conrad who doesn't quite measure up. He's had this obsession with rubberbands lately, causing his sisters to serve him with fear and trembling. :)

An Evening at Dutch Lanes

I scratched my head over the "bowling socks" for a while. Then the voice of experience, i.e. Derrick, told me that they really aren't any different than any other socks. Whew that was close! Glad he was along and my wallet wasn't. ;-)

Lessons came first, even though this photo was taken at the end of the evening. What does that mean? It means we were still getting lessons at the end of the evening, of course.

Though not yet a graduate bowler...

...she does have her college degree in babysitting.

Conrad's ball-picking rationale: "Red is hot... Heat lessens friction... The less friction, the more speed... The faster my ball, the more pins go down... Ha!"

Ha yourself!

(Later he admitted that he's not certain that heat does lessen friction. That must have been the tragic flaw.)

I think bowling might be a game right down Clayton's alley.

"We're a family and we act like one." - quote from Dad recently

Somebody's winning; and somebody's not.

The question is... which is which?

Do we even need to ask?

Dad's score hangs in the balance. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

What's this? I can't believe my dad is letting me eat french fries fried in oil.

Son, you stop eating all that cholesterol right now!

I told Conrad that I wasn't planning to post this because it would reflect more badly on my photography skills than on his bowling skills. Then I couldn't resist. :)

If you were close enough, you really would get a kick out of this guy's bowling technique.

A rare photo of me enjoying myself.
(Note, the photo's rare, not my enjoying myself.)

I'm not there to see, but I'm guessing this behavior is reminiscent of what goes on at the Denver Wholesale Food's office?

*whispers to bear in lobby* Brace yourself for some beary confidential information... We just got a load of honey in at Denver Wholesale.

"Hey, Daddy, this bear just told me that you got a truck load of honey in."

So much for "beary confidential."

There were so many cameras at Church one Sunday...

...that someone wondered if we were having a photographers' convention.

We were just doing a little shooting for the Church directory, however. Here's the wonderful Botsford family (wonderful because they look at this blog ;-).

You really think it was a coincidence??

(By the way, this was not for the directory.)

Red and black... How did he know?!

The one on the right - she has older sisters. She had the inside scoop.

When we got home, I decided to tackle a family photo. Thank God for remotes. The self-timer would never have sufficed for...

...such cooperative subjects as mine.

Q: What do the smile and the flowers have in common?

A: They are obviously both fake. (And they're both sort of sunny too, don't you think?)

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Hope all of you are enjoying this warm, sunny day.
God Bless.

Carmen

*Update: Due to some undesirable changes Blogger has made to their format, you will have to click "Older Posts" at the bottom of this page to see the rest of my post. Sorry, but at this point I don't think there is anything I can do about it.

Hello Everyone,

In the past when I didn't know what to write as an introduction, I wrote a poem. However. I am not feeling extremely poetical at the moment. I very much like writing introductions. Usually. But that is because I usually have something that I want very badly to say that doesn't fit into the post's body. So, in lieu of an introduction, I will share one of my favorite quotes/mottoes with you:

"Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact." - George Eliot

Better make that a big wink. ;-)

We've all been fighting snow haven't we??

Some of us just go about it in unique ways.

(After last week's Mr. Bedelia post, I know you all thought Conrad was going a bit loony. Well, that Sat. afternoon when I found him out slaying a snowbank, I tended to agree.)

The Snowbank quakes back in retaliation.

This mighty snow warrior's message to all snowbanks is...

"Despair and melt!"