Teeny-Bopper Blog Issues!

Forgive me. My blog is still in its teen years and trying to find itself. OR its still a Utah County Provo dwelling resident that can't decide if it wants to claim "artsy" or not. Both are equivalent descriptions of the explanation I owe you on why my blog is poorly formatted. We'll get it right soon.
And now I'm off to the gallery stroll. yay yay, i know.

It's Time For...Smatchoo!? This Ain't No Fool's Gold.

The thrifty love birds are still going strong. Calling each of their six kids three times a day while on the road and mapping out all the hidden treasures of East Texas together. Really living the dream.
Here’s a little gem I wrote down from these two while riding in the back seat as they design an East Texas Tourism Map ….

Dad: “Diana, write down that I am officially lost. “
Mom: “Okay.”
Beginning to jot that down…
“Tucker, what day is it?”

My thoughts in the backseat: ‘I’m glad you two were at least able to find each other.
Being clueless but with the one you love – not bad a
way to get lost.’

Here's some of their latest eBay items.

DRAWING PENS $29
25 LBS OLD TOOLS $19

VERY OLD BASEBALL GLOVE TO PUERTO RICO $20
16MM FILM EDITING EQUIPMENT $80

1959 CADILLAC PARK LIGHTS LENSES $100

1959 CADILLAC EMBLEM, (ABOUT 1 INCH WIDE) $75

ANNIVERSARY CLOCK TO MALAYSIA $75 (COST the Parents $5)

1959 CADILLAC WINDSHIELD WIPERS $20

$1 GLOBE BANK SOLD FOR $12




ELECTRIC STAPLER $100 (Parents PAID $3 FOR IT)

STERLING SILVER THIMBLE TO AUSTRALIA $15


NEEDLESTITCH CRAFT PROJECT $5... CHA CHING!

8 LBS JEWELRY $17

LETTERING SENT TO SPAIN $177

1950S DAZEY CAN OPENER $10

TELEPHONE DIALER $5 (I kinda wanted that.)

Leaving the ninety and nine...

...to find the one.

My poor lost lamb is on the wrong side of the train tracks but I'll do what it takes.

I received this latest ransom note wrapped and tied around a large rock... but not thrown through my window. They instead decided to just walk up the stairs and leave it on the door...

Answering their demands, I sacraficed cookes, $2.75 in state quarters, one tube of unused chapstick, and I threw in some floss. I dropped off the ziplock baggies at the Daily Herald which should have been the Daily Universe. I was confused under such trauma, I guess.

I'm beginning to think they really just wanted some thrills out of being publicly recognized on the blog. Smatchoo Sheep-nappers. That, or their mamas didn't love'em.

Shepherd's Pie

This was the third ransom note and tormenting picture sent to me. Their version of Shepherd's Pie.

Hannah Had a Little Lamb

...or at least I had its skin anways.

Returning home from Georgia, I walked into my bedroom, expecting to step onto my soft sheep skin rug, but instead felt a cold thin crackling piece of paper at my feet.

It read:

Written over a printed photo of my sheep laying on somebody else's carpet. The horror.

Then a few days later, I received another ransom note with my sheep being held above the toilet. A boy coodie invested apratment no doubt.

I'll find you my little sheep - if my name ain't Bo Peep. But in the meantime, I'm going to enjoy Paul McCartney's rendition of my great loss.