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Snuggie Ingenuity!

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Last night temperatures dipped to 40 degrees in the mountains. In the terrifying chaos of Monday’s events, I forgot to bring long pants. What to do? Someone said, “necessity is the mother of invention.” I say that anyone who wanted a Snuggie could save big bucks by turning their bathrobe backwards.

Well, I have good news for you. Anyone who wants a warm Poncho/Pantsuit combo can have one by wearing their Snuggie upside down.

Three hours of terror in the mountains!

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Our little camping trip started yesterday with a wonderful evening around the campfire. Just Diane and I and three little girls that we adore. Kialee age 9, Lexi age 7 and little JJ coming up on her fourth birthday. I completely underestimated the love these girls have for a roaring campfire and ran out of wood the first night. This morning we woke up to crisp, (bone chilling) 10,000 ft mountain air. The girls begged for a fire so I headed into the forest with three fairy lumberjacks in tow. I knew that within a hundred yards we would find dry dead aspen that we could drag back to the camp for a fire. We crossed the road, took maybe 10 steps into the woods, and there lay a dead limb perfect for little JJ to haul back to camp. She picked it up and headed for the camper, parked just across the road, visible from where we were standing.

That was the last we saw of her.

Morning Glory

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Woke up this morning and was astounded by the work of the best artist ever.

All of these pictures are of WILD flowers. All were taken within about ten yards of the cabin. Of course we all know that this is not the result of intelligent design. This is an accident, the result of random chaos. Yeah right!

What a God we serve!

Beaten by a stroke! A true story.

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Today I rode 16 miles on my bike. It was hot and the last three miles were all uphill. I was one mile from home, pedaling up hill with all my might, when I was passed by an old guy with a gray beard. I tried to catch him but could only watch as he disappeared around a corner.

As I rounded that corner I saw that he had slowed down and was waiting for me to catch up. When I reached him he greeted me warmly as he slowed to my pace.

“I won’t keep you long.” He said.

“I wanted to tell you to never stop doing what you are doing.

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