I built a swing.
Not like it was hard or anything. Because I just told some boys to do it. And the board for the swing, was a Christmas gift in 1997 from Dad. He made it so you can take it on and off the rope and has a hand painted poem, "The Swing" written on it that he also recites time to time. (swapping verses and lines with my Mom of course.) 
We always had a really great swing growing up. Texas pine trees are perfect for them. But I did the best I could do with the trees we got here in Utah, outside my house.
Dad, Caroline, Marianna and me on our swing.
Also, I have started my bike project. I need to get this painted and ready for summer. I'll show you the finished project in a week or so. Its going from blue to buttterscotch yellow.
I'll be getting back to blogging soon. But just know that I've been having a great time.
5 comments:
so happy you're back! you know..because i like, NEVER see you.
Hannah come back soon- I need more laughs!
Taking advantage of hometeachers? Poor fellas. A girl bats her eye-lashes and they're completely defenseless. Nature can be cruel.
PS -- we've missed you over at the best blog in the world
For clarity that last remark was referring to my blog not yours. But you can have the consolation prize.
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