No Medical Attention Needed

 I am back, for another week at least and on the super-dooper-never going to happen-catch up. I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe 4th of July.

        No medical attention was needed on my 5 day getaway, which is always a good thing. To the naked eye, one might think me and my little family require a lot of medical attention, i.e., we are a klutzy misguided group of girls, but in actuality, we just do a lot of things that are adventurous. Or bottom line, they run the risk of bodily harm.

       We have a damn good time doing such things I might add and in my eye's, broken arms <both my girls have broken arms, and I've had 2> stitches <both my girls have had their fair share, including me> broken legs <I'm the only one thats broken a leg> ankles <one kid, and I have enjoyed that little annoyance> and of course broken fingers and wrists <check on both for me, multiple times and one broken finger for the youngest>:o)
  
     As long as no one suffers any permanent damage, I'll always willing to accept the consequences of good old fun. Risk to reward right? Aside from cuts, and bruises, and of course many burns on me from lighting fireworks, it was a great weekend. Ricky Racer Kaitlyn asked for an upturn on her 4 wheeler, she's on rapid speed mode now! Have Mercy....

 Since my little cabin is up in a small tiny little Mountain Community, they do something every year I call........."Good Town Gone BAD" in which they invite all the community and all the stray campers into town for the night to display fireworks. I suppose they figure it would be better to keep the riffraff where they can keep an eye on us all. They start the night off with a parade at 7 o'clock. This year was pretty special because they invited my Mother to play the bagpipes for everyone. I was so proud of her! In my humble opinion, her playing was the highlight of this 10 minute parade :o) 
    

Of course, I may bebiased, but this is the lady who battled breast cancer this year, kicked it's ass under no certain terms and plays the bagpipes. Scotland the Brave <that was on personal request by MANY by-standers although she protested it because it was American day afterall>  and Yankee doodle Dandy played from the pipes never sounded better. Then with much pleading and begging, I talked her into playing Amazing Grace just for me. I get those special favors, tis one wee little bonus part of being her kid. :o)   Now, about that "Good Town, Gone BAD" Since we are located in the Mountains, it is risky too light fireworks off amongst the trees, obviously. So the local community ropes off the one street through town and basically calls out loud and clear "Free for ALL" Bring all your goods, including the illegal fireworks and you may too duck and hit the deck many times over throughout the night. Risk of hair fire and scorched body parts is high, but it's all in good fun. The three, count that 3, local police park their cop cars in the middle of the free for all and stand there just hoping to look official.

       Honestly, it's a Mans dream during this Good Town Gone BAD spectacle. The men drag out their 100 foot in the air fireworks, gleefully lighting the illegal rocket and running for cover. Then the innocent, i.e., kids and Grandma's, must watch the tracers flying through the air and hit the ground when misguided missiles come flying at them from across the street. Hmmmmmm good times I must say!

Ok, this photo journal is coming to an end. But as a Mother, I must add kiddo pics every once in awhile. So here is my girls, having a great weekend.........................

Striking their Most glamorous poses. Um, did I mention Shelby is 13 lately? Have mercy.....LOL and thats a stowaway friend behind her.....somehow, she managed to sneak in my Tahoe as we were heading out of town :o)