Wednesday Morning Walk

 This week on Show us Your Life, Kelly asks us to show our towns.  Here is a post about me and my boys on a walk through our town.

Thank you for stopping by! 

After dropping the girls off at school this morning, the dudes and I came home.

I surveyed the early morning damage.

 Toast crumbs on the counter.

Messy bathroom with the typical empty toilet paper roll still hanging.

Three loads of laundry waiting to be done.

And I decided today would be a grand day to pretend like none of that mess existed and go on a walk.

The first thing we spotted were ducks.

Poor little guys were attempting to cross the street.

Little Dude: Duck.  Duck.  Duck. Duck. Duck.

Handsome Dude:  Look, Mom!  Duck!

Little Dude:  Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack.

And because of that moment, dear readers, from that point on every wing-ed creature, water fowl, and bird of prey that we saw on our walk was renamed:

Duck. Quack.

If we do end up moving to Ruralville, I am definitely going to miss where our current house is located.

Can you believe this is about 10 minutes from my house?

I can't.

Which is an oddity.

Seeing as how I have lived here for 7 years.

I decided to be a kind mother and let the dudes loose.

Handsome Dude.

Ever so helpful, per usual.

Little Dude.

Pointing at dogs and barking.

Per usual.

Ducks!

Quack.

Brothers don't shake hands.

Brothers gotta hug.

(Name that Movie.)

Look, Mama!

Ducks!

Quack.

"Such a beautiful land the good Lord has created for us, brother, as far as the eye can see."

"Indeed, dear brother.  Indeed."

I kid!  I jest!

They actually said:

"Ducks! Quack!"

Because irregardless of what creature they were admiring, so long as it had wings, it was from heretohenceforth known as:

Duck. Quack.

Good news!

If we move to Ruralville, which we most likely are, the Lumberjacklings will most likely be homeschooled by yours truly!

I see a bright future ahead of them.

I then decided to transform back into Mean Mommy and strap them back into the stroller.

Simply for the fact that I like to shop at this jewelery store:

A fantastic jewelery store that is a 10 minute walk from my house?

Another reason to be forlorn about moving.

Don't lose heart!

I have a sizeable amount of U.S. dollars on a gift certificate for this random, unidentified jewelery store that I got for Christmas from Jason.

Remember Jason?

Anyways.

The dudes were good little dudes while I looked around a bit.

I may or may not have bought a birthday present for a certain friend I like to call, Bimlissa.

But we will keep that a secret from her.

Next we headed to the library.

I know what you are thinking.

How much longer will this Lumberjill continue to drone on and on?

Ha!

You will read this.

And you will like it.

Because guess what?

There's more!

And we're off to the park!

Imagine our luck . . . my friend MindyLou was at the park!

MindyLou!

Strike a pose!

Ha!

Guess what, MindyLou!

I am going to put that in my blog.

MindyLou: Smile, son.  We are about to be on The Internets.

MindyLou was curious as to if she was rockin' the scarf or not.

I vote yes.

Thoughts?

So, the children were playing whilst MindyLou and I were chatting and snapping photographs.

When my STUPID camera, of which I am too ignorant to use, stopped working.

And MindyLou can now attest to this.

MY CAMERA HATES ME.

So, MindyLou took aforementioned camera and decided to see if she could diagnose the problem.

I told her it wasn't going to work.

That camera is the devil.

(Name that Movie)

She's such a show off.

But, MindyMindyMindy . . .

What, pray tell, is this nonsense I found on my memory card?

Explain that.

So MindyLou followed me back to my home so she could borrow my 30 day Shred DVD.

Clearly, MindyLou is insane.

Then, MindyLou had the audacity to tell me my house was not one bit messy at all.

Clearly, MindyLou is a liar.

I think everyone needs a good fibbing friend like MindyLou in their lives. 

Makes the world a brighter place.

That is all.

Happy Wednesday!