Monday, July 16, 2007

Did anyone see the movie Slither?



This is too gross to talk about, but I had to show you. I hope you enjoyed it.

Prehistoric remains in our own backyard

A couple of million years ago or so Virginia was covered by the Atlantic Ocean.

A few years back a boy that lived in our home town was digging in his backyard and found a prehistoric vertebrae from a whale. Armed with this information we grabbed a bucket and a few shovels and headed down to the mostly dry river bed in our backyard.

We found all kinds of cool shells, corals, and barnacles. Our friend Lexus found two shells more that 6 inches wide. Imagine our excitement when I found what looked like a petrified fish. (see photo)

After washing everything we discovered that the fish was actually a piece of wood that had eroded in a way that looked like fins and scales.

Dad doesn't think it looks like a fish but the girls and I do. What do you think?

The next time we head out we will bring more buckets, bug spray, and the camera.


Lather, Rinse, Repeat

How many girls does it take to give Kipper a bath? Yikes! What a mess. I don't know if Kipper will ever recover from this. At least the girls enjoyed it.


Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Three Amigos

The girls best friend from back home came to visit last week. It was just like olden times. The girls were like peas and carrots.

We had lots of fun things planned but vetoed them all to spend the majority of our time at the beach. The girls have mastered the boogie board and I get the feeling surf boards are in our future.

We already miss you.
Toot toot, loggin' out with a cherry on top!!!





Sunday, July 1, 2007

Finally

It's been just over one year since we moved down here and during that time we have been trying and trying to see the George P. Coleman Bridge open. We have had a lot of close calls and finally got our chance on Friday afternoon. The ship is coming from the Naval Weapons Station in York County. We are all curious about what weapons are on board and where they are going. No one tells me anything.