Grab a face mask....

....because it's a bit dusty here In the Midst. I'm finding the pace of life quite fast (and fab too with the spring weather) at present. We're winding down our homeschool year, taking lots of field trips (why do all the good ones seem to come at the end of the year?), getting out of the house more as a family (now that the winter has lost its hold), oh and dodging earthquakes.

Yes, we felt the the great quake of 2008. That is, Carl felt it. And for those who are thinking, "Big whoop, I feel those babies all the time," let me assure you that here in corn alley (a.k.a. central Indiana), we most certainly do not. Carl said the windows rattled for around 7 seconds or so. He was just getting ready to wake me when it all stopped.

Yes. Okay, ye-ssss. I said "just getting ready to wake me" because, well, it seems I slept through the whole thing (head hung low). Just like I did during the big Ohio quake of '86 or '87 (fer shame, fer shame). That one was like a 3.2 magnitude (not really a quake, more like a shiver). Carl was in "the towers" at Cleveland State at the time and the students described the building as "moving."

Really?

From a shiver?

Meanwhile, back at Akron U, Toni was strolling the campus oblivious to the whole thing. Fellow Akron U students told me they felt it.
Nope. No rumbles noted on my own personal richter scale.
In fact I lived in San Francisco for a year and never felt so much as a shimmy (of course, the big quake of '89 hit there just 4 months after I moved. So grateful for dodging that seismic activity, I tell you.)

Heck, I even slept through the great Aztec Peroxide chemical blast of '93. Oh, wait! I didn't sleep through that. No, I convinced Carl that someone broke into our home in the middle of the night (what, with my bedroom door blasting open like that and all). We looked like those meddling kids on Scooby Doo, sneaking through our house in our pj's, trying to catch a thug bare handed (bright plan, don'tcha think?)

Anyway, where was I? Ah, cobwebs in blogland. Yes, it seems I have little time to write at present. Okay, so truth be told, some of the time I do have has been spent on my new passion, scrapbooking. I find the creative process, combined with documenting family life and family history, to be extremely enjoyable. So crop, paper, scissors, that's one of the things sucking up my time.



I do plan to blog more once summer arrives (and all three of you better plan on being here when that time comes, ya hear?)

And I'll have to let you know how our first venture to family camp goes. We toured the facilities last week and booked our cabin. Now we wait. I got to attend 3 camps as a kid;
1. Camp Iss-See-Kes (with my 5th grade CCD/PSR class),
2. Working the riding stables at Clare-Mar Lakes (no pay; my friends and I got to stay there for free in exchange for being stable hands),
3. And several cheerleading camps, including one on the beautiful campus of Wittenberg University.
Honestly, I had a BLAST at all three camps. Loved every minute of those experiences. And now my husband and children will get a small taste of that. I'm so excited for all of us. There will be the requisite tie-dying and S'mores over the fire. But there will also be river hikes, repelling, archery and target shooting (bb guns), zip lines, and alpine tower climbing, field games and mess hall dinners. Stay tuned.

Finally, a few bunkerisms. My Bunker gal, Olivia, made up a story in school the other day. It was about a boy in a canoe who shot an arrow at the moon. The moon broke open like an egg shell,

"and that's how we got the menorah."

(Me, confused) "The menorah???"

"Uh huh. You know. And it danced and all."

"Uh,..hmmm,...so,...a dancing menorah??? Liv, honey, do you know what the menorah is and what its significance is, beginning in the Old Testament?"

I went on to explain and she quickly realized her error.

"Oh! (giggle, giggle) Not the menorah. No, my story tells how we got the
Men-Northern lights."

And just to demonstrate that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...
I was talking about a particular hymn with Carl tonight and he assured me that George Bernard Shaw sang it.

You knoooooow, silly. George Bernard Shaw.

Better known as George Beverly Shea. LOL!!!!!!!!!

Toni