Recession is NOT like Recess

Hello my fellow cyber buddies. I know, it's been awhile. That would be called going on a 10 day vacation (to Missouri and Nauvoo), coming home and looking for a job and catching a nasty cold (actually, I think it caught me). Through all of this I have decided that even though the word recess is in the word recession, there are hardly any similarities.

My head is congested and I'm so hopeless on the job hunt that I can't even think of witty things to say about the subject. So instead I'll just post pictures from our trip.

Look, I'm the Sting song "Among the fields of Gold" or is it fields of Barley?...

Fathers with little hair on the top of their head make for great places to put frogs. Without them knowing, of course.

Forget the fact that my brother isn't a real farmer, this is a real old tractor.

Yes, that is me driving a tractor. No, that is not a 9 year old teaching me how to drive it. Er, okay, maybe it is.

No, I will not get on that wagon. Especially with all those happy people. Boo to them.

This picture does make me happy. Too bad it can't also find me a job.

Tanner ate some weird stuff that made him look freakish. I think it was frog legs.

Of course we can't forget the Nauvoo temple. I know, the angel Moroni got cut off. Don't judge me.

And finally, my rainbow family. We really didn't even try to coordinate, that is what makes it even funnier. Then there's the black rain cloud, Trenton. Just glad we don't have to live in a log cabin, or I'd be crazier than I already am.

In other news, somebody fell in love with me via my blog and started leaving comments like passionate romance letters. But it was written in some sort of code, the words Cialis and Viagra coming up often. So to make this mysterious lover work harder, I changed my settings so that if you want to comment, you'll have to type the word you see. Let me know if it doesn't work, and I see what face I can punch in to make it work.

Happy Tuesday.