The last few :) After we were up and going in the morning, we took a dry wash down to the Salton Sea and drove around a little before heading home. The sights are awfully pretty there, but the smell is just plain awful :)
From Where I Stand, Sets 24 and 25
Today is day 100 of this project :)
I got talked into it again ;)
I can’t help it! I agreed to go Jeeping and hiking again ;) We all have a blast every time and it’s a quick turn around trip. Here are some photos from our adventures yesterday, I’m too tired to look at the ones from today! Coming home after being in the dirt for a day and a half is always a very welcomed idea… glad to be in my own bed again.
TGIF Mojitos :)
It was my turn to host a TGIF soirée for my co-workers this week. We had a few mojitos and hung out outside in the nice weather :) I wish it stayed 75-80 degrees year-round…
The Make Your Egg Not Explode-inator
Avery had a small science project to create and turn in yesterday. The goal was to build something that would protect a raw egg from breaking when the janitor at school dropped it off the roof of the back of the cafeteria. It was THE biggest most exciting thing in Avery’s life since… Christmas? First we hollowed out half an egg shape out of two car wash sponges, then enclosed the egg. Then, we cut holes in a box so we could suspend the sponges with elastic inside of the box. Then we attached a parachute and Avery added her project’s name. Dare I say that the name of her project was probably the coolest thing about it :) Her teacher (and Ainsley’s too!) got a good old chuckle out of it. So proud of my girl for helping figure out how the create the project, and SO relieved that her egg didn’t break. She would have been slightly devastated…
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I try to remember those moments often – the ones where you realize that something is happening, something that you cannot control, and you want to make a sketch of every minute detail, every breath, every touch, every sound. These are moments that define us, moments that must be remembered and conjured up often, lest we begin to lose the tiny fragments of what occured.
I sit alone and put my mind back to those times – the memories are so vivid, so magical, so meaningful. These are the moments that can and have and continue to change my life. No other word can describe it all so perfectly as “kismet.”
