Never too old for love

Last weekend Tim and I attended my Aunt Cec's wedding in Medford, OR. I have to say, Cec (my dad's sister) is my favorite Aunt. She has always stayed in touch with me. So, when we received her invitaiton, we definitely wanted to be there. We dropped off Audrey on down in Portland at their cousins' house (Becky stayed at home), and then continued down to Southern Oregon. At several points in the evening Aunt Cec was blushing like a sweet, young bride. That is what I love about my Aunt...always young at heart. She and her new husband, Wayne are now in Tanzania on their honeymoon, riding motorcycles and riding on hot air ballooons. Heck, I wouldn't be surprized if they get some bungie jumping in too (seriously...I am not kiddding about this!) We got to catch up with my cousins and see my dad and Lois too.

On the way down South we stoppped at the town I was born in, Roseburg. Looks a little different now. At this point I was excited to take a few pics of the "Welcome to Roseburg" sign, but realized the camera batteries were dead! Thank goodness for cell phone pics. We had lunch here at McMenamins which was the old train depot, turned restaurant.

To be, or not to be

To Be: Celeste, as Frankenstein's BrideTo Be: Audrey, as Flapper

To Be: Sophia, as BalleriaNOT to be: Natalia, as Natalia

(Mom tried and tried to get her to "be" something...but to no avail...no costume this year. Oh well, there's always many Halloween's to come...

"Mrs....Mrs. Jones"

I just added a new song to our playlist. I try and pick songs that mean something to us as a family. They may make no sense to any readers, but to us they bring back memories or funny times. Sophia's Kindergarten teacher is Mrs. Jones this year. Everytime she talks about school and says the word "Mrs Jones", dad breaks out in song..."Mrs....Mrs. Jones..ooo ooo". So I though I'd better add it to the play list.

Apples of my eye

After searching for a new u-pick apple orchard, we finally found one to replace our New York tradition. What better place than to travel to the fruit capitol of Washington - Yakima! After looking online for a place to go, we found that due to the late frost of last Spring, many places were lacking in crops and didn't have u-pick. But, we found one Thompson Farm in Naches where we got to sip cider, eat fresh donuts, watch pumpkins and apples fly out of cannons, pick apples, and find the BIG family pumpkin! Oh, and don't forget the chickens we chatted with. (Audrey was longing for poultry conversation, missing her buddies we gave away in PA) We spent 3 days camping. Our kind of camping isn't really "camping"...I don't think RVing with warm beds, and flat screen TV really quite counts. The farm had many old cars and tractors to sit on. Here is Becky in her new car and Audrey riding shotgun. Pumpkin Cannon...Mr. Thompson threatened to point it at us!

Where there's a horse (any horse), there's Celeste.

This is a wobbly suspension bridge we came across on our hike. Who were the biggest scaredycats?...Dad and Sophia! The rest of us did our darndest to rock the bridge when they were passing over! Tim got to scout out some possible hunting grounds and learned from the locals more about Washington's "rules and regulations". All in all...a fun weekend...something we'll keep doing every year!

A mother who knows...

Jar for Christmas, originally uploaded by bbaitystudio.

A few days ago I received a package in the mail. Inside was the book, "The Chrismas Jars", by Jason Wright, with a note that said,
" I love you."
Love, Your Mom
I realized that not only do I have a fan that reads my blog, but that I have a mother who knows! I had an earlier post about "The Wednesday Letters" by the same author. I mentioned that I hadn't read his earlier book. A few days later, I get this package.
I realize all of the Worth family knows how great our mom is...but I felt that the world should know it too! I love you too, Mom.

Untouchable

Ok, check it out...this group (is that what you call it?) of Elk is hanging out right next to Hwy 202 near Snoqualmie, WA...just a few miles from our house. We see them almost every evening we drive by. Becky and I quickly look for the camera while a slow drip of slobber emerges from Tim's mouth. Sorry, Honey...these guys are well protected...and they know it!

I've been slimed!

Banana Slug, originally uploaded by Vicki & Chuck Rogers.

On Saturday, we stopped off at the mailbox to get our mail after Audrey's soccer game. Tim got out to unlock the box and grab the mail. Suddenly he dropped the mail on the ground. We laughed and teased him about dropping the mail and getting it all dirty and wet. He then proceeds to give me the mail to hold on my lap as we drive home. I look through it, hoping for something good, but I only see junk mail and bills. Oh well. And then it goes like this...
Tim: "Anything good"
Jo: "Nah, just junk and bills"
Tim: "Are you sure, what about that letter"
Jo: "Which one?"
Tim: "That one right there, the one you have in front"
Jo: "What do you mean, it's just a bill"
Tim: "Look closer"
Jo: "What are you talking about?"
Jo: "AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
A lovely little (disgusting) slug had found it's way into our mail box and slimed the mail and Tim when he took the mail out. But, knowing Tim, he coudn't just keep it to himself...he kept the yellow slimeball on the end of mail...just hidden enough so I didn't see it. Quickly the slug went flying out the window, and Tim is still suffering from a sore arm (after I punched it a few times!)
WELCOME TO SEATTLE!