Ha, that bus one's great. I don't think that the audience really realized the amount of eminent danger they were in though. Those little barricades might be able to hold back a lightweight race car pummelling into them, but definitely not a 96 passenger bus going at top speed.
Many friends from outside the area have inquired how we've fared through the recent disaster in Colorado. Here's an update: Our current place (rental) is fine, though the property we're building on was decimated pretty badly (it's about 2 miles from where we presently live, next to a lake on the St Vrain river). The river is normally 20-30 feet wide and 1-2 feet deep. I could have waded across it no problem a week ago. It was 200-500yds wide when we saw it a few days ago (no typo there). The shot below is our lake, but it's connected now to the river and the next lake over. The water continues for hundreds of yards to the right side of the frame. Utterly amazing. Here's the sign to our neighborhood. Irony is we just changed the street name from Dougla Drive to Waterside Ln. How appropriate. This guy tried to go around the road barriers. Bad idea. Fire department got their engine stuck trying...
I took my 8-year old on a date tonight and she chose for her activity--wait for it--Walmart Bingo. She found bingo cards online and after our dinner, we commenced the hunt. The items on the card were mostly outrageous and not likely to find (including "bearded woman"), though not outside the realm of possibility; the "someone buying beer and diapers" came pretty close. Here, however, were some delightful finds I did manage to pick up, even if not on the bingo card: Teenage girl in PJ's Dude with "Shh, this is my hangover shirt" t-shirt Dude with one eye Dude with a mohawk and a mouth full of chew Guy buying worms Guy with a full 1-1/2" gauge in his ear, plus more jewelry on his lips. He looked like livestock Broken bottles on the floor in the drink aisle Mormon missionaries. Maybe they broke the drinks! Luckily they were missing the facial jewelry. Phew. A girl playing (successfully) with 3 hoola hoops at the same time ^^^M...
As a kid, one of my favorite things to do on Sundays was to bake treats. It started with my mom when I was pretty young, and progressed from there. I actually got pretty good at it at one point, and picked up a reputation in our family as " the pretzel maker ." Years before, my mom had come across a recipe in a school newsletter, if I recall, which showed a simple method for making soft pretzels. These are more like the kind you get at the mall than the kind you get in a frozen box at Costco. When we were married, I forgot how to cook. Really. Still can't remember much! One thing I've managed to pull from my childhood memory banks, though, is how to cook pretzels. And now, my kids love baking them with me. During the last school year, Amy had to take treats a few times. She tells me that her class always told her to bring pretzels after that first time when she did. Today, when I got home from church, I was greeted not with "Daddy! You're home!...
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