This blog and I have been through a lot together: graduate school, first jobs, second jobs, cross-country moves, third jobs, fourth jobs, funerals, an engagement, a marriage ... and a divorce. 

We've learned a lot, grown even more and we're still adventuring. 

Let's adventure together.


::Phone rings:: Mom:: Hey, there's a storm - put your flowers in. Brooke: Oh, ok. I'm going to take a shower. Mom: It shouldn't be too bad. Brooke: k.  bye

:: Phone Rings ::

Matt: Carter and I are coming over. Brooke: OK, why? Matt: The Weather. Brooke: What about it? Matt: Turn the news on. Brooke: Oh, right. I just got out of the shower - give me a minute. Matt: We're on your road.

Note: Donna if you are reading this - I usually just wait for a phone call or text message to head for shelter. 

It hailed. A lot. That's actually an understatement.

I seriously just put down fresh mulch an hour ago. Dallyn doesn't even get to see it! ::sigh:: I am never going to be a Betty Homemaker.

Yeah, that's hail.

Matt's car needs a bandaid. It looks like this on every side - and one crack right smack on the windshield.

My chairs!!!!!!!! uhg.

Can't tell I swept this sidewalk today can you?

This car needs more than a bandaid!

hmmm. The insurance guy is not going to like this. 

Hey Ryan - you're in the picture! Note: All friends with pickup trucks, please stop by and gather our tree that is now scattered into about a million pieces in our yard.

MOM! I tried. I just don't have a green thumb. This is mother nature telling me not to plant flowers!!!!  Will you come help me save them???

Good thing I have rainboots! I would have had a face-shot, but please remember I had just gotten out of the shower - after doing YARD WORK ALL DAY!.

Thank you garage, for keeping my car safe. (As of 5 o'clock the street count is 6 missing car windows.)

I don't think this plant is going to make it.

Let the creepy fog settle in...

Mr. Countryman's house didn't take it too well.

There are no words.



The day after the storm.

Weekend Warrior.