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Tuesday, November 14, 2006


Pining for The U.P.

I just got pictures from our fourth of July family weekend in the Upper Penisula of Michigan. What we lack in timeliness, we make up for in craziness. Here is a photgraphic summary:

The Dog went missing and was presumed dead and eaten by wolves. ON MY BIRTHDAY. We found him the next day. He survived the wolves, but then I had to brain him. For ruining my birthday.

Just kidding. He's really only sleeping. Running away from throngs of people fruitlessly calling your name in the dark, to be presumed dead by all, only to return the following noon full of burrs, fleas and ticks is very, very tiring.
Over the fourth of July weekend this year, we set up a top-secret North Woods think-tank to find answers to the complex mysteries of the universe:
Does Jesus REALLY like America best?
Does spending time with my relatives drive a person to drink?
How do you fit 12 women, two men, and two toddlers and two dogs into a three room cabin in the North woods?
I can't remember exactly, the answers to these burning questions, due to the exhaustion of trailing Madge from danger (HOT- woodburning stove) to danger (HOT- Open Fireplace) to danger (open water) to danger (three seater outhouse) to danger (two lane highway). I was too tired to speak, but she came back in one piece, so I must have done a good job.
Four months later, these pictures triggered some repressed memories. Based on photographic evidence, I think I had fun!
Relatives do drive us to drink. Because of this, there were push-ups and booze for everyone:




We had an ugly patriotic Tshirt contest and learned that Jesus DOES like America best. At least that's what Tiffany says.

There is nothing more patriotic that kittens in hammocks (this was my creation).

And also puppies.

And also the American flag in beer bottles, and also Neil Diamond.

The world's most beautiful child in the world's most beautiful place.


Anonymous Betsy said...

Three rooms? Who are you kidding!

12:43 PM  
Blogger Meghan said...

I counted the Kitchen as one, the dining area as one, and the upstairs as one.

12:54 PM  
Blogger DDM said...

I am SO hijacking your ugly patriotic shirt contest!!

12:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

by that reckoning, there's also
a living room, a foyer, a mud room,
a pantry, a library, a study, and a rec room (in the basement -- unfinished, of course), and four
or five bedrooms (depending on how
many curtains you pull down and
whether the rollaway is unfolded.)

you could be a nascent real estate

4:23 PM  
Anonymous mothergoosemouse said...

Those shirts are brilliant. As much as I love the puppies, the kittens are even more vomit-inducing. And Jesus Loves Us Best? Yes, beer is good - but not when snorted out one's nose.

I still want to join your family.

5:43 PM  
Blogger Rude Cactus said...

Looks like you guys had way too much fun!

8:46 AM  
Anonymous Erin said...

Sigh, and I get to LIVE here.

8:30 PM  
Anonymous Izzy said...

lol...those shirts are really um...nice! I'm sure you all scored massive points for America with Jesus!

But don't forget he subtracts points for all that drinking and now we're Jesus' second favorite :)

Thanks a lot, you heathen!

10:44 AM  
Anonymous Daisy said...

Old Style? Ew. Well, you can boil brats in it. It's good for that. :)
(from a Wisconsinite who speaks fluent Yooper)

1:57 PM  
Anonymous TB said...

Oh my god, the t-shirts made me laugh out loud for realz.

2:11 PM  
Anonymous honestyrain said...

when living in such close quarters with so many people no matter their relation to you there will of course be drinking. that or death. what do you think all that friday the thirteenth stuff was about? those people all went cottaging in close quarters with NO ALCOHOL. and see what happened?

4:23 PM  
Blogger mammacheryl said...

I followed a link to your blog because "UP" jumped out at me like a scary ghostly monster from a past of bird crap, autumn leaves, sunset saunas, and burnt hotdogs. I think you're crazy, and thanks for the great post!

7:01 AM  

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