Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
New camera and babies
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Give Thanks
for my new husband and the life we are making together
for my family, old and new
for my vacuum, which is awesome (Kenmore cannister)
for feeling like we have control of our debt, instead of it controlling us
for nieces and nephews, who entertain us and make the world a more smiley place
for my early Christmas present of a new Canon camera
for being so blessed.
for my family, old and new
for my vacuum, which is awesome (Kenmore cannister)
for feeling like we have control of our debt, instead of it controlling us
for nieces and nephews, who entertain us and make the world a more smiley place
for my early Christmas present of a new Canon camera
for being so blessed.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
the North Dakota Badlands
They are not as well-known as the ones in South Dakota, but are just as breath-taking and neat. We live not far from the Theodore Roosevelt National Park, where the Badlands are located, so we took my parents on a short day trip there.
It was a cold and windy day, but so worth it! This is at the Painted Canyon overlook.
They stretched for miles.

It was a cold and windy day, but so worth it! This is at the Painted Canyon overlook.
I didn't realize how much I had missed my parents until they came to visit (and haul some of our stuff out). I had fun playing hostess and showing them around 'our town'.

... throwing rocks at them (to my mother's dismay). He missed, though.

We kept seeing bison poop. I really, really wanted to see a real bison. It had been years since I had last laid eyes on one.

Finally! An old, skinny one down in the ravine.

Dad's goal was to climb one of the buttes he saw all across ND. He had to settle for half of this bluff.

Wild horses were congregated near one of the pull-offs. My dad, Mark, and I got out of the car and walked nearer them to get a better look (and picture). My mom was cautious, and stayed by the vehicle, and yelled for us to come back.

We figured this was the leader of the herd. The other horses didn't move until he did.
In TR National Park- there were many towns of prairie dogs. I know Mark and my dad were wishing they had guns along (not allowed, of course!) to pop a few. Here Dad is sneaking up on them...
... throwing rocks at them (to my mother's dismay). He missed, though.
We kept seeing bison poop. I really, really wanted to see a real bison. It had been years since I had last laid eyes on one.
Finally! An old, skinny one down in the ravine.
Dad's goal was to climb one of the buttes he saw all across ND. He had to settle for half of this bluff.
Wild horses were congregated near one of the pull-offs. My dad, Mark, and I got out of the car and walked nearer them to get a better look (and picture). My mom was cautious, and stayed by the vehicle, and yelled for us to come back.
We figured this was the leader of the herd. The other horses didn't move until he did.
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