Dad this post is for you.

I think this poem very well describes my Dad, and Grandpas.

I knew the day would come: Blogger finally forced me to switch to the New and Improved Blogger a few days back, so now I have a question.
What are your Blogger categories? I don’t want mine to be too specific, lest readers (and I) be forced to scroll through a list of 117 categories, wondering exactly how to describe or find a particular post.
But I also don’t want them to be excessively general, leaving myself and others to scroll through 150 posts under a single category.
How did you divide your posts and decide on categories? What do you think is an ideal number of categories? Do you wish you had done anything differently?
Re-inventing the wheel while sifting through over 700 old posts doesn’t sound like much fun. I’d much rather have a look at your wheels first.

My family has a history of sleep walking, sleep talking, etc.
My Dad once accused my Mom of bringing a water buffalo into their bedroom when I was a baby. Mom was changing my diaper when suddenly he sat up in bed and glared at her and said, “You did it didn’t you!?! You brought that water buffalo in here!” and Mom fell off the bed from laughing and said “What? What did I do?” Then he woke up and got mad and went back to sleep.

My grandma said that my mom used to do perfect pantomimes of putting her shoes and socks on, and taking out the trash (without even touching the trashcan).

Lydia on the other hand doesn’t have any outstanding sleep walking incidents in her history but she talks a LOT in her sleep. Once Kaitlyn and I filled an entire notebook page with some of her midnight mumblings about “I don’t care…….it’s in my pocket…..crystals…..I’m telling Dad!”

Once in Ohio when we were moving Megan got up and sleep walked into the hallway and then she came running back in and headed straight for the ginormous dresser drawers that were in the middle of the floor! Then she jumped and her toe caught on the edge of the dresser and she flew over the other two drawers and landed on the floor and then she woke up, was thoroughly confused, and went back to bed.

Natalie once fell asleep on the couch in our living room and when I stood her up and walked her to the bathroom to go before she took her four year old little self to bed. She amiably said “alright” and went and sat on the closed toilet with her pants pulled up! So I kindly and gently pointed out that she couldn’t go potty like that and she looked at me with complete bewilderment on her face as if I was crazy and then ignored me. Needless to say for those who know me well I got veeeerrrrryyyy frustrated after a few minutes of this and Mom had to take over.

Becca, aside from the incident in the post below, once fell asleep on the couch. Then she got up and started walking in circles in the living room and then woke herself up with a fit when someone tried to put her to bed.

My Dad said that once my Uncle Benjamin tried to sleep-sneak past his bedroom four times in the same night! He was a skinny little ten year old and he was acting all sneaky and he would get to Dad’s door and Dad would say “Ben! get in bed! Dad is gonna yell at you!” Ben would say “okay” and slump his shoulders and shuffle back around the corner (he couldn’t walk straight because he was asleep) and then a minute later he would be back, shifty eyes and all! Then he actually eventually got past Dad and Dad said that all of a sudden from all the way across this big old brick house he heard “BENJAMIN!!! GET IN BED!”

So all in all I guess that I come from a pretty weird family (I won’t elaborate on the time uncle Jonathan speared a goat’s head on a pole after they slaughtered it.) But this is the family that God gave me and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Last night Dad said that I was sleep. Walking Dad said that I over to the bathroom and Dad asked what I was doing I said I’m putting something in the bathroom.I did it again. Then Dad said, ” Megan will you put something in the bathroom?”I said in a bewildered voice, “What?”

While we were at Covenant Ranch Andrew Torres and his sister Lordes each shot a pig. Lordes’s pig weighed 118 field dressed and Andrew’s was 86. Since thier father did not want to keep the meat they gave it to us. Last night we ate the backstrap for dinner. It was really good! And all Mom seasoned it with was salt, pepper, and flour.
Mom also made gravy out of grease and backstrap crumbs.

Does anybody think it’s hard to read the posts with the new colors and stuff? If so do you have a color you would like to suggest?
Also does anyone have ideas on what I should post on to make my blog more interesting?
I’m open to suggestions.

Do you like my new template?
I did the header and my sister Kaitlyn did the rest she suggested the colors and
made the daisies and put the template up for me.
It took a little while to figure out how to put it up but she still did.





Hi Aunt Yvonne and Grandma

We went to a hunting ranch and on the second morning i went hunting with him and in the deer blind kept dozing off but for the last ten minnits.

The night before my Dad shot a Doe!

Some friends gave us two wild hogs they shot. It was fun!

Hi Aunt Yvonne and Grandma.

I am very sad to say Emily my gerbil is gone. She kept on eating her babies. So we let her go.

Last night for dinner, we immensely enjoyed 3 racks of ribs from the boars shot by friends of our this week at Covenant Ranch. Pop over to Kaitlyn’s blog for a brief description of our first family trip to a hunting ranch.

5yo Becca finished her kindergarten math book today – hurrah!

My mom cut my hair for Locks of Love yesterday. 11″ gone and still comfortably below my shoulders. My hair feels thick and swing-y.
Speaking of hair, does anyone else (everyone else?) get a whole batch of new hair 6 months after the birth of each child? I know why it happens, but I can’t wait for my new-growth crew cut to get long enough to lie down with all the rest of my hair. All over my head I have spiky 1-inch hair coming in. I guess I’ll have naturally layered hair in a few more months.

Lydia found a few splashes of water on the floor around the sink yesterday, and without even being told she grabbed a cleaning towel to dry the floor. I was happy to see her do the job without prompting. So was 2yo Rachael, who was just coming to clean it up too. “Thank you, Lydia, for cleaning up my pee!”

True to my fallen nature, I have broken every one of my new habits for the year – except one. I have read my Bible every day before laying a finger upon the keyboard. I’m so thankful to be able to set that particular priority in order! Maybe it will help me with the others…

And we have a very nice review of our Geneva Bible Pages on Evangelical Outpost, so I’m busy with the Geneva website. There is now an FAQ page to answer everyone’s burning question, and we’re working on adding other features as well.