It's good to be home.
Don't get me wrong, it was nice to see everyone, but now I need a vacation from my vacation. I intend to get one at BlogHer. Now how many people do I owe drinks? Quite a few of you, I'm sure, but even if I don't owe you a drink, just wait until I've had a martini or two and ask. I'm a sucker when I've been drinking.
You'll have to bear with me but I have nearly 300 photos from our trip to Nebraska. I normally edit about half of my photos and it takes a lot longer when you have 150 of them to plow through. I've been editing in chunks, so I'm going to shamelessly use my photos for blog fodder all week while I catch up on all my blog reading.
Speaking of blog reading, do you think y'all could have been a little less prolific last week? You don't even want to know how many unread posts I have in Bloglines right now. There's no way I will catch up before BlogHer, so please forgive me if I don't comment on your old posts.
Before I get to the pictures, I also have to thank my guest bloggers. You ladies were fantastic! Thank you again, Heather, Julie, and Lauren. And, Lauren, if you don't start your own damn blog I'm never taking you shopping again!
And without further fanfare, I give you the Monday Montage Farm Edition - Part I of God knows how many. These photos were all taken at T's Uncle's place in the Platte River Valley on the last day of our trip:
Holden pets a goat, while Hollis tries to figure out how to discreetly scrape the goat poo off of his shoe.
"I'm not sure about this, Mommy."
Standoff at the O.K. Corral.
Holden encounters a goat.
"You can't see me."
"I know you're in there, chickens."
"Chicken! Doodle doo! Doodle doo!"
Photo by Hollis.
Hollis, the Pied Piper of goats.
After a hard day's work, Holden heads back to the homestead and his loyal steed.
Don't get me wrong, it was nice to see everyone, but now I need a vacation from my vacation. I intend to get one at BlogHer. Now how many people do I owe drinks? Quite a few of you, I'm sure, but even if I don't owe you a drink, just wait until I've had a martini or two and ask. I'm a sucker when I've been drinking.
You'll have to bear with me but I have nearly 300 photos from our trip to Nebraska. I normally edit about half of my photos and it takes a lot longer when you have 150 of them to plow through. I've been editing in chunks, so I'm going to shamelessly use my photos for blog fodder all week while I catch up on all my blog reading.
Speaking of blog reading, do you think y'all could have been a little less prolific last week? You don't even want to know how many unread posts I have in Bloglines right now. There's no way I will catch up before BlogHer, so please forgive me if I don't comment on your old posts.
Before I get to the pictures, I also have to thank my guest bloggers. You ladies were fantastic! Thank you again, Heather, Julie, and Lauren. And, Lauren, if you don't start your own damn blog I'm never taking you shopping again!
And without further fanfare, I give you the Monday Montage Farm Edition - Part I of God knows how many. These photos were all taken at T's Uncle's place in the Platte River Valley on the last day of our trip:
Holden pets a goat, while Hollis tries to figure out how to discreetly scrape the goat poo off of his shoe.
"I'm not sure about this, Mommy."
Standoff at the O.K. Corral.
Holden encounters a goat.
"You can't see me."
"I know you're in there, chickens."
"Chicken! Doodle doo! Doodle doo!"
Photo by Hollis.
Hollis, the Pied Piper of goats.
After a hard day's work, Holden heads back to the homestead and his loyal steed.Labels: Nebraska, Polaroid Moments
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