Shattered Dreams and Splintered Fingers

 

Know anyone that knows someone that might have a friend that could fix the glass on our iPad2? It might need replaced...The actual tablet still works great, I just don't like getting glass splinters while I play angry birds. Seriously though, I don't really like the quotes we got today for repairs. So, if you do have any connections with someone that has time and knowledge for replacing the glass, please email me or leave a comment!

three options

Which of the three white balance/editing styles below appeals the most to you? If you can leave a comment and pick one as well as a short reason of why you like it, I'd really appreciate it! I am playing with optional settings on my new camera and I know how I like them but wanted more feedback. Thanks! 

the hosted hijacking

Listen while you read :)

I decided to let the blog stay hijacked in a manner. This post is written Jon style. He would definitely provide a sound track for his pictures if he was keeping this blog updated. And he took the pictures below. I'm sorry I don't really know what he would write to narrate. You can fill in with your imagination, I have to go wash the chalk out of Jack's pants. :)

It's been hacked...

...Amy left for the morning, so the boys took over the house.

The bath that lead to crazy hair night

 Hair like this is no laughing matter.

My latest excuse

My latest excuse for not posting is brilliant. I have another blog. When I think about this, it makes me laugh. I can't put all of the posts on this one that I want. Somehow another blog is going to help that problem? I know, weird. I don't think it will help. But, it is very entertaining to me nonetheless. So in truth, I have been updating the blog associated with my part time venture of taking pictures for people. I have also taken a challenge upon myself of posting one picture there a day that I was pleased with. So, it doesn't have writing and doesn't leak secrets of what Jon said in his sleep. Sleep talking is unprofessional. What it does have is a very steadily, albeit slowly, growing archive of my growth in the field of button pushing on my camera. It wouldn't take long to keep up with it if you are interested. It is challenging to me to actually totally love one picture a day. What if I fail? Then I may repost a picture there that you have already seen over here. GASP. Don't tell anyone if it comes down to that, ok?

check it out if you'd like:

www.amytaylorimages.blogspot.com

Thanks :)

By the way, there is now a whiteboard in my kitchen that has random questions on it. If you ever stop by, you should definitely join the game. This was the inaugural short answer. I hope it makes you laugh. Feel free to add your ridiculous list of wishful outlaws in the comments.

A month ago...

Kudos to the Minneapolis airport for having a really cool play area right across from our next departure gate. Kudos also for the Starbucks that was four moving walkways away from the play place. Come to think of it, kudos for the moving walkways too. We left Kansas City at 6:54 am. A crazy time for a flight with infants. Ugh. However, we were seasoned for "what not to pack" and I felt like I had just won a golden medal once I sat down in our seats for the first flight, with a quiet baby, and my hair was still in place. A far cry from the first time we flew with just Jack.

On our second flight we even had an empty seat between us and all got to sit on the same row! Jack miraculously fell asleep for about 40 minutes after carefully reading the emergency exit paper and skymall magazine.

 

 We met Rachel in Minneapolis and Tricia in Spokane. That completed our merry band until we met another half dozen people at the luggage claim.

 Jon and Rachel stayed with the CollegePlus! crew in Moses Lake while Chush and I took off cross country for Chelan to visit my brother's family. At this point I feel it necessary to clarify that I didn't win a raffle or anything, Tricia actually chose on her own free will to fly to Washington just to cruise around in a rental car with me and the boys and eventually get to see the friends in Moses Lake again too if we made it back alive. Incredible.

 So we took 4 hours to drive the 3 hour trip, stopping often out of shear glee at the beauty on the route. These pictures truly don't even hint at how breathtaking it is, but we tried.

 Remember very carefully what this rocky road looks like.

 We took this "primitive road C" as part of the route we thought google designed especially for us. It was really cool.

 Until we wondered if we'd make it to the next road before we were driving through rows of wheat.

 See?

 Just when we were laughing so hard I was glad we could go no faster than 12 mph we spotted a paved road again.

Now, look closely.

 See the picture below? 

A few minutes after finding the paved road, we realized that we had gone in one large circle. See that bumpy gravel road straight ahead? Wanna go around again?

So did we. You may notice in the post before this that it looks like Tricia is standing in the same field of wheat. She is. We laughed so hard on our way to Chelan that we couldn't wait to drive the same route on the way back. It was glorious doing it on purpose.