Cousin F and her son, F...

So cousin F has a son who is also an F. What a naming predicament. We'll just say Cousin F's son. How's that? Anyway, this kid is so adorable...he definitely deserves his own post. Just look at these pictures:

Digging for sand-crabs FIL D found for him


Do you know how hard it is to get a little kid to look at the camera when he's holding something so cool?


Which is why Cousin F's son continues to ignore the camera


He couldn't quite figure out how to do one in each hand.


So cute...I love when kids hold bottles too big for them.


And then he got to be the driver in our sand car.

Cute kids!

FFR

Oh Kids...

I love kids for so many reasons. Here's a few pictures to tell you why I love kids.

They take their jobs very seriously.

They have amazing smiles...if they use them...

They can totally amuse each other.

And they create sweet pictures.

Be still my heart,

FFR

My Unhealthy Relationship with Google

I have a relationship with Google. Some might say it's "unhealthy" or that it's "unnatural" but I don't feel the need to label my relationship with Google. Google is a wonderful search engine, as many of you know, and in so many ways, I consider it to be unlimited. Unfortunately, Google does have its limits and when I find it does, it's very distressing. To list a few...

1) Google can't help me find my keys. At least once or twice a week, I misplace the key to my car and my first thought is, "I'll google it!" But of course, Google won't have an answer for me. It can tell me how to find my keys with key alarms, once I've found my keys of course. And then I have to keep track of a key alarm. What makes them think we can keep track of those if we can't keep track of the keys? I digress...Anyway, Google can't help me find my keys.

2) Google can't tell me where my Mozambique DVD is. I think of this all the time and I want to Google where it's at, but it can't tell me. Very disappointing.

3) Google can't tell me why my dog sleeps like this:

4) Google can't tell me why, when she wakes up, she will sneeze 20 times then promptly return to her slumber.

5) Google can't tell me if there is anything good in my fridge. I can, however, tell Google that, no, there is nothing good in my fridge. I'm the expert on this. I have opened it approximately 42 times and raised my electric bill another $100 to learn this. No food regenerates in the fridge when you close it. But Google still can't tell me there is nothing in there, I have to get up and look those 42 times.

6) Google can't tell me why our goats like to do this:

7) Or why our horses do this:

8) Google also can't tell me why quail cross the road. In our area, chickens don't cross the road, quail do.

The reason that Google can't tell me these things is because Google can't really tell anyone anything. Google runs off the information others posted. It merely helps us find it. Alas, it still can't help me find my keys but I will still want to ask it to do so.

Googled out,

FFR

Remember those clouds?

Remember the clouds I was talking about a couple of days ago? Well, yesterday's ride was complete with very similar clouds. So here's some pictures to make you see why your host was so happy about clouds.

I really do love these clouds. I mean, really really love clouds. I used to think, as a child, that heaven was on a cloud so anytime a cloud floated overhead, I thought that it was heaven floating over. I guess, that's probably why I have such a strong attachment to these beautiful things. And the fog, that's like a hug for me. Ah well, with the inevitable plunge in to winter, I will get to see my clouds...and I will see my rain. And I'm sure, long before it's over, I'll whine at least once...or ten times...or so...about how much I hate the rain and the mud. But for now, let me relish my once-forgotten friends. The romance won't last long...just the like the romance with the sun in summer. That's even shorter.

I enjoy the sun so long as it heats the pool...then I want it to go away because , like every year, I don't use the pool...because I don't like having to go out in the sun. Using it in the evening is acceptable...but then it's still hot and kind of muggy. Who likes that? So really, I should just live somewhere where it's cloudy, never hot, and doesn't have a lot of mud...Who's up for a trip to Antarctica?!

Looking for winter,

FFR

My Butt Is Gone...This concerns me greatly

Seven of us went on a motorcycle ride today. That includes Hubby and me. It was going to be nine but two of our riders bailed. We think it's because they knew what was going to happen to us. Anyway, seven of us took off on our motorcycle trip. 180+ miles all over the place. We went to check out a campground and to have some fun. Here's some photos...

Uncle G and Aunt J (not to be confused with MIL J) on their rented bike...which they will hopefully buy. Which all of us mentioned...a few times...not to push or anything...but in case they forgot...because that would be awesome...


There they are again. They're having fun aren't they? Maybe you should tell them to buy it...


FIL D, MIL J on the trike and Uncle G and Aunt J on the bike...but you know that now.


This is Uncle R. He's a lot of fun. He brought up the rear for us on this ride.


This is why we think Uncle D and Aunt A ditched the ride. They knew we were going to be rained on.


But it was only a little rain...and they missed this. These beautiful winding roads.


But they probably had forewarning about this too...traffic. Bad in a car, worse in a stick shift...worst on a motorcycle. No joke...it's terrible.

Worse still? My butt hurt so bad on the ride home...seriously, the last 20 minutes was unbearable. All of us kept shifting around on our bikes, trying to find a place that didn't make us go numb or cry. None of us are used to that long of a ride. I used to be, not anymore though. Still, it was loads of fun!

Numb Butts,

FFR