The War Rages

OK, just how fast do YOU type?

We are so lazy at our house that we often text from upstairs to downstairs.  We also use Facebook quite a bit.

It's ridiculous, really.  I promise you that we do speak face to face more often than not.

This time, we used the fridge.  Here's a glimpse:

There was a spirited debate as to how fast JB and Babydoll typed.  JB was proud that she could type faster.

However, my mom types faster than all of us, at a screamin' 120 wpm.  I think she also knows shorthand.  She was a secretary back in the day.

JB reminded us that God created the computer in the first place.  I'm not sure why exactly that was important, but she felt she needed to remind us.  I guess she meant that God can type the fastest.

So I reminded her that Grandma was right up there with God and Jesus, and drew a diagram to let her know just where those people who typed less than 120 wpm are.

The Bug concluded "Y'all are weird."

In the end, I told them they were all just jealous that their Grandma could type faster than they could.

The grocery list is never that exciting.  Not sure how we'll top this one.

xoxoxox

Babydoll Learns to Edit Video

Oh, the things that happen in my kitchen.

I make video tutorials for my sewing blog (which, by the way, has Chinese readers!  How cool is that?).  So since I am sewer/teacher and not a video editor, I have enlisted the help of my technological genius of a daughter.  She's also your run-of-the-mill genius.  However, the technological genius really does come in handy.

So here's her second venture into iMovie editing:



Like she said, more to come!

xoxoxox

Summer Vacation. Or Not.

Holy cow I'm tired.

We've been on vacation all week.  Ha!  Vacation, what a misnomer!

We drive 10 hours from NC to OH.  We usually get in late and get up late the next morning.  This one day, when we do nothing and go nowhere, is what fools us all into thinking this is a vacation.

The next day we go up north 3 hours to visit Mammaw and play at the lake where Hunk O Man grew up, and see his sister, and come back that night (that would be 6 hours driving that day).

Then we leave the next day for IN.  We spend the next 6 days there -- but some of us are in Indy, some in Bloomington, some in Bloomfield.  And when I say Indy, I mean sometimes Castleton, sometimes Noblesville, sometimes Carmel, sometimes Westfield, sometimes Fishers, and sometimes downtown.  Sometimes several in one day.  Bloomington is an hour south of Indy.  Bloomfield is an hour and a half south of Indy.

Every day is different.  Every day is a scramble to see who has which car and which part of the city or state they'll be in, and who's staying where.  Thank God we have free Sprint-to-Sprint or we'd owe Sprint an amount which would rival the national debt.

Then we drive back to OH (which is now 3.5 hours from where we are in IN).

And we have ice cream and then go home the next day (that would be the 10 hours back to NC).

So the question here is simply this:  was that a vacation?

Well, all I know is that the food has been good, the friends priceless, and as long as I get in a visit to Hobby Lobby before we leave, I'm happy.

And my mama cooks.  THAT, my friends, is a vacation.

xoxoxox