I'm waiting on the Smithsonian to pick me for a fellowship. It's killing me. It's worse than waiting for NCLEX results or ACT. Killin me. Will they hurry the hell up and say "yea" or "nay" already? Sigh.

I'm working on Geneology. arugh. It's a tad bit linear for me, and that's challenging. here I go:

Jim Ned m. AhLeNah
5 kids: Jim Ned Jr.
SahKahPy dau., AlleHahKeNah dau., Dau 1 and 2 died before allotments
m. ChunWin 2nd wife
Wild Horse, son.
Jim Ned Jr. m. MiKoKe
1 kid: PahNosHahBahKeNur dau.
m. Della Edge 2nd wife
Alfred Taylor, son.
SahKahPy m. Spybuck
1 kid Billy Spybuck
m. Longhorn
1 kid: HeBuckHeLa, dau.
AlleHahKeNa m. Jack Harry
4 kids: TaooMeme, dau
Tom Harry, son
SukQuinChits, dau
Harry Harry, son.
PahNosHahBahKeNur (Lizzie Williams) m. Charlie (Adams?) Williams
1 kid (maybe 4) Maud Ned Stella Beaver
3 by Charlie Williams: Alva Williams, son.
Gladys (Doris) Williams, dau
Ida (or Lydia) Williams Parton, dau.
Stella Beaver m. George Beaver (son of Ellen Edge. This is where I need to work)
5 kids, Vynola Beaver Newkumet, dau.
Ruth Beaver, Kenneth Beaver, Myrtle Beaver, (Need to work here)

Complicated.

huh.

I guess I will take pics of the gifties I made this year and post a blog about them. I'll need to do it tomorrow, though.

Hasinai Camp. Criminy grrl, it was HOT.

Caddo Camp. Adolecent Awesomeness. 7 days 6 nights. 74 teens/tweens. 11 adult teachers.

I survived 107 degree heat for 3 days, 102, 101, and 104. In the kitchen. It was not very well organized this year, and I had to do without some things until Wednesday, like groceries or pots. Or pans. I had 1 frying pan and 2 cookie sheets and NINE roasters. Not organized. But I did learn something new this year. The highest compliment I can give anyone is this--"We work well together" and the lowest thing I can say about you is this--"We do not work well together" I also learned I can feed 80+ people with 4 loaves of bread, 2 tubes of sausage, 5 small cans of evaporated milk, and half a bag of flour. I might be a kitchen goddesss.

Here are some of the Playas.

This is a really crappy Pic o' the Tracys. I was the Other Tracy and Loud Tracy was head honcho in charge. I'm not sure I want to work in the kitchen if she's gonna be my boss anymore. She has the corner on angry-blaming-PMS symptoms.

This is Donna and her husband, Andy. Donna and I work fairly well together, but her pace for the work is different than mine, so she was in charge of drinks. Playing to her strengths, it worked out fabulous. Andy is a 30 year vetran of the Marines. They were part of the Boy Scout Troop that came to camp this year. Andy had a good attitude and was a calming influence on Donna, since she had Kitchen Drama with me all week.

This it the Troop Leader, Justi and her right-hand-man Tim. They are quite a team, and Justi asked his wife if he could be a scout leader for her troop. Tim just got back from Iraq a few months ago. I really loved having Boy Scouts. They BROKE DOWN MY TENT AND PUT IT IN MY CAR!! I never had help breaking camp before. I wasn't sure how to handle it, so I just gave the scouts Twix bars.

Aunt Gail and Aunt Frances taught Caddo Dancing

Here are a few campers all dressed at an art expo in Chickasha. The kids are so wonderful!

I'm all done with camp for the year....Now what? I guess I need to get busy with next year, eh?

It was not for my laundry, huney! Hehehe.

This is a lovely rendition of Miss Tracy and her "I'm sooo Cute!' son, Philip.

Can you see how one foot is funky? I stepped on a nail and fubar'ed my foot and it swelled and generally looks icky and hurts like the dickens.

I do wish I had hair.

or clothes.

I must be a pretty lucky girl. Brillant daughters. Sweet boy. Delicious Hubby. I still neeed to bloggg about regalia...I been busy.

I may give crappy Note, but my Blowjobs are execllent

I read PD's notes on facebook and only understand every third word. The concepts behind them are totally beyond my pea-sized intellect. But hey, I lived with the KIT for a week in the 8th grade, and its not witty, or ivy education. Shes just that much smarter than the rest of us. (KIT= Know It All...I had to come up with something easy to yell at my youngest when her mouth overruns her ass)

Its spreading. RB sounds like her now, and her bloggy stuff is confusing. I guess that is okay, but I feel like I am at SOD again. (SOD= School Out Doors) But hey, I got a man willing to drive 700 miles for a blowjob. On that happy note, I bought my son a trampoline. He got in trouble at school for hugging one of his buddies (hugs are only for our Mommies) and spent THREE HOURS in what he calls "The Naughty Chair." I asked where the naughty chair was when I dropped off the boyo at school the next day, but I only got dumb looks from the Teacher. Naturally, I asked his best buddy what Philip did at school the day before, and he told me he sat in the naughty chair. Hmmm. I vote I believe the kids. 4 year olds are less able to lie. He always blames a dinosaur when he screws up bad, and when it is really freakin bad, he blames the dog. So, I bought him a trampoline for being a big-hearted-hugger.


Everyone loves it. You can't see Smokey, because black doggies blend into the background. Bummer. The pic is from my phone, which explains the poor quality. Another pic I took today was from the yearend awards assembly at school. Philip got a certificate of completion. No awards, but Daymn he was proud of it.


All the other kids just held theirs up, but he is waving his above his head and Whooping. What a cool kid. The boy doesn't do ANYTHING halfassed. I think enthused kiddos with big hearts need season passes to White Water, don't you? BRB.....Okay, I ordered them online and printed it out. Easy-peasy.

Like I said, I give crap note, but my Hawt hubby is driving 3 hours out of his way to get a BJ from me on his way to Pennsylvania from somewhere south of Laredo TX. The direct way is through Louisana. Pretty neato. He might be stopping over for a couple of hours for me to do his laundry, and not the BJ. Truthfully, I don't care. ;) Time is precious when you only get 46 days a year.

Boogkies

I was gonna blog about regalia, but I got all the boogkies pics on the puter, and I had to post about the biggybubble fest. Philip has called 'bubbles' boogkies forever, so we still call them boogkies at my house. Hot dogs are hoggies, ketchup is beebip, mosquitos are itchies, etc...

It took a minute, but the girls finally decided to go with us. I was worried they were too cool to go and biggiebubble with us, but reason prevails on middleschoolers (finally!)

Here are the supplies, snacks, and the supersecret bubble recipie...

Youngest daughter, participating under duress. Poor thing. (I love this pic!)

Shhhh! This is one of the ingredients. I picked it for it's name instead of it's properties to make awesome boogkies.Gettin' started. Daymn, I love surface tension.

Getting the hang of it. Biggiebubbling is a skill, and it takes practice and talent.

You go, Grrrl!Bubblegoddess. Her sister is just as good!!!

We needed to take a break for the very awesome Popcicle Gods. If the Popcicle Gods do not get a nice even sticky coat over small children, they become jealous of the Biggie Bubble Gods, since they are equally sticky. Tracy, the Popcicle-God-Thingy is spooky. What is in this thing, anyway? Are you sure it's not a popcicle?UmmmNummyNum! I wuve Pipcycle Gawds! Can I have yours?

Alaina showin her Skilz....


Same bubble, but its going to where all biggie bubbles go in the end...What a great day!