Heather, Sarah, Lilli and I went to the Shakespearean festival last week. We all had loads of fun. And took pictures with the statues. These are some of them.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Shakespearean Festival
Heather, Sarah, Lilli and I went to the Shakespearean festival last week. We all had loads of fun. And took pictures with the statues. These are some of them.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Grandpa Dixon's 90th pics
We finally got all the Grandpa Dixon pictures posted. Sorry it took so long - and sorry to Jim that we put him in an unfavorable light implying that he had to bus tables because he was telling lousy jokes.
Right here if you didn't read it.
A gross exaggeration on my part.
Here are the pics for download
We think you're funny even if Sarah doesn't.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Xander and Brevan
Xander loves the sand. He gets lots of baths these days.
Xander thought he should wear a hate if Brevan was going to.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Bryce Canyon
Peter, Owen, and I got back from Bryce Canyon today. We had a lot of fun. Owen loves dirt and rocks. He played with his Pierce cousins and learned a few nature words like rock, flower, and license plate.
We didn't take many pictures due to the difficulty of keeping Owen off of roads and away from cliffs while handling a camera, but here are a couple of good ones.
Faunice
Add on
The Boekweg family reunion was a blast! It was great to see everyone and catch up. We even played some great games! At one point of the proceedings, I whipped out my notebook and we managed to have two rousing games of add on. I promised everyone I'd post the end result on the blog, and now I shall:
Once upon a time there was this snobby boy called "Meanface" and he had a mean face. Everyone who passed by him freaked out. Including the fiercest men in the country! His mother told him that she stole something from a witch and she cursed her that her son (or daughter) would have a rude face forever.
Meanface, while snobby, was also very lonely. One day, he was sitting in his room, sobbing over his dead cockatoo (it had died due to his freaky face) when his mother came in with a bag over her head. It was the only way she could talk to him.
"Oh meanface, what's wrong?"
"Everyone hates me!" He whined.
"Oh meanface, the world is a big bright beautiful place, just not for you." she patted his nose, (she couldn't see him) and left.
Meanface decided to run away from home and get plastic surgery. Unfortunately, the trip was dangerous and hard. Meanface would have to cross the Dirty Devil Swamp, then would have to swim the Raging Rapids in a River, that gave you a Rash. Then he would have to make friends with a fairy, which was nearly impossible. Then, and only then, could he get plastic surgery. Meanface didn't know if he was up for the trip.
So he started out towards the Dirty Devil Swamp but in the translation the words got mixed up. It was actually the Dirt Devil Swamp where lived the most vicious of beasts. They would suck anything into their gaping mouths. They were the Dirt Devil Vacuums! Meanface barely escaped with his life!
Escape he did, however. Unfortunately he escaped only to find himself in the molasses swamp surrounded by Gloppy and the Glopettes. They looked extremely threatening (plus they were high in calories). Meanface swam for his life, but as you know, molasses is almost impossible to swim through. As he was swimming through all the resistance, he was building incredible muscle tone and the molasses was doing wonders for his complexion. In fact, once he made it to the edge of the swamp, he looked very sweet--sugar sweet. He realized he no longer needed plastic surgery and decided to travel the world selling bottles of his Botox brand molasses. He made a stop by the witch who his mother had a rigamaroo with and made her a present of his world famous molasses. She didn't recognize him.
The End.
Hmm... I wonder is Molasses would actually work...I'll have to look into this. Here is the other one:
Once upon a time there was a monkey grinder. Not the nice kind with the little organs, but the kind that grinds actual monkeys! One day a little girl passed the monkey grinder and said,
"I am sure I hate monkeys almost as much as you." So the two of them struck up a very unusual friendship. He would grind, and she would cook them up into pies and sell them.
One day the little girl decided grinding monkeys was morbid. So she switched to rainbows, unicorns, and ponies. She was much happier and the man saw her happiness and switched to rainbows, unicorns, and ponies also.
But grinding rainbows, unicorns, and ponies was not a very profitable business, so they threw it all and took up a hot dog business using leftover unicorn meat. It boomed! People loved unicorn dogs and soon the little girl tuned into a rich, beautiful young lady, wanted by every bachelor in the world.
So to make sense of all the tall dark handsome men that were fawning over her, she came up with a Plan. She would have a contest and whoever could find the best monkey she would marry them and they would have monkey pie at their wedding.
So she held the contest. Although there were several men who wanted her, there was one man who she loved a lot. He was very poor, so she was unsure if she could love him. The day of the contest, several men brought many good monkeys. Surprisingly her love didn't bring a monkey. She asked him why and he said that killing innocent and cute little monkeys was bad. He said it so earnestly that she believed him and took it to heart never to kill a monkey again. For their wedding, they had a normal and delicious cherry pie.
They End.
So, I loved how Emily kept trying to make it a happy story.
Anyway, that is our creative and talented family. I'm going to send them in for publication.
Once upon a time there was this snobby boy called "Meanface" and he had a mean face. Everyone who passed by him freaked out. Including the fiercest men in the country! His mother told him that she stole something from a witch and she cursed her that her son (or daughter) would have a rude face forever.
Meanface, while snobby, was also very lonely. One day, he was sitting in his room, sobbing over his dead cockatoo (it had died due to his freaky face) when his mother came in with a bag over her head. It was the only way she could talk to him.
"Oh meanface, what's wrong?"
"Everyone hates me!" He whined.
"Oh meanface, the world is a big bright beautiful place, just not for you." she patted his nose, (she couldn't see him) and left.
Meanface decided to run away from home and get plastic surgery. Unfortunately, the trip was dangerous and hard. Meanface would have to cross the Dirty Devil Swamp, then would have to swim the Raging Rapids in a River, that gave you a Rash. Then he would have to make friends with a fairy, which was nearly impossible. Then, and only then, could he get plastic surgery. Meanface didn't know if he was up for the trip.
So he started out towards the Dirty Devil Swamp but in the translation the words got mixed up. It was actually the Dirt Devil Swamp where lived the most vicious of beasts. They would suck anything into their gaping mouths. They were the Dirt Devil Vacuums! Meanface barely escaped with his life!
Escape he did, however. Unfortunately he escaped only to find himself in the molasses swamp surrounded by Gloppy and the Glopettes. They looked extremely threatening (plus they were high in calories). Meanface swam for his life, but as you know, molasses is almost impossible to swim through. As he was swimming through all the resistance, he was building incredible muscle tone and the molasses was doing wonders for his complexion. In fact, once he made it to the edge of the swamp, he looked very sweet--sugar sweet. He realized he no longer needed plastic surgery and decided to travel the world selling bottles of his Botox brand molasses. He made a stop by the witch who his mother had a rigamaroo with and made her a present of his world famous molasses. She didn't recognize him.
The End.
Hmm... I wonder is Molasses would actually work...I'll have to look into this. Here is the other one:
Once upon a time there was a monkey grinder. Not the nice kind with the little organs, but the kind that grinds actual monkeys! One day a little girl passed the monkey grinder and said,
"I am sure I hate monkeys almost as much as you." So the two of them struck up a very unusual friendship. He would grind, and she would cook them up into pies and sell them.
One day the little girl decided grinding monkeys was morbid. So she switched to rainbows, unicorns, and ponies. She was much happier and the man saw her happiness and switched to rainbows, unicorns, and ponies also.
But grinding rainbows, unicorns, and ponies was not a very profitable business, so they threw it all and took up a hot dog business using leftover unicorn meat. It boomed! People loved unicorn dogs and soon the little girl tuned into a rich, beautiful young lady, wanted by every bachelor in the world.
So to make sense of all the tall dark handsome men that were fawning over her, she came up with a Plan. She would have a contest and whoever could find the best monkey she would marry them and they would have monkey pie at their wedding.
So she held the contest. Although there were several men who wanted her, there was one man who she loved a lot. He was very poor, so she was unsure if she could love him. The day of the contest, several men brought many good monkeys. Surprisingly her love didn't bring a monkey. She asked him why and he said that killing innocent and cute little monkeys was bad. He said it so earnestly that she believed him and took it to heart never to kill a monkey again. For their wedding, they had a normal and delicious cherry pie.
They End.
So, I loved how Emily kept trying to make it a happy story.
Anyway, that is our creative and talented family. I'm going to send them in for publication.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
West Point Fourth of July
Here is a somewhat live report from the West Point Fourth of July celebration. Taffy, Tootsie Rolls and rolling tractors! We had a lot of fun!
By the way, Josh did have special permission from the owner of the tractor to take it for a test drive. Josh's puppy dog eyes must have worked.
By the way, Josh did have special permission from the owner of the tractor to take it for a test drive. Josh's puppy dog eyes must have worked.
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