You say "Tomato"...

Big news, people. Today I may have proved the theory of evolution and "survival of the fittest"- you know, the idea that the strongest genes meant to ensure survival of the species are what get passed on from generation to generation?

One of the "genes" that have gotten passed down through the Trescott family tree is the idea of eating ketchup on everything. Potatoes, meat, even eggs. I was sure this was evolutionary in nature because it makes food taste better, and (at least at Grandma's house) ensures that you eat at least a little bit of your dinner, therefore ensuring you won't die of starvation. I can just imagine all the little Trescotts, sitting scattered around Grandma's kitchen, holding up their plate with the leftover ham from last year's church dinner, begging, "More ketchup, please!"

That being said...











...Is it necessary that my son dip his mandarin oranges into ketchup?!?!

Oh, yes, he did. And ate it, too! I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Now that I'm done grossing you out for the evening...make sure to visit our newest blogger's own personal blog- Welcome to the blogging world, Katie/Goatgirl!!

Just one call, just one sentence

Picture this one...it's 12:10 AM, Tom's snoring, I'm sleeping; when were suddenly awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Immediately, it's the worst possible thought, why else would anyone call at 12:10 am on a Tuesdaynight/Wednesday morning. My heart is beating out of my chest. It's Katie.....our long lost daughter who will manage to come home for groceries and because she misses see her goats and dogs.
"DAD , let me talk to Megan"....
Tom, "HUH, what's wrong..."
Katie, "Nothing, I need to talk to Megan for a minute"
Tom, "She's sleeping"
Katie, " I know, I just need to talk to her"
Dad hands the phone to mom, mom stumbles her way through the house in the dark to find Megan.
Megan, "HE-LL-OOOO???"
Katie, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEGAN"
Megan, with big sleepy smile "Ahhhhhhhllllllll, Thanks Katie (mom's eye's fill with tears).

and here's how the conversation ended....(tisssue please)
Katie, " I set my alarm to wake up to call, I just wanted to be the first one to wish her Happy Birthday!

...just one call, just one sentence.

HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY, MEGAN!!!!!

what do you call this one?

BOO!...from Be-LO-IT!

Ok, Ok, so we aren't smiling pretty by some beautiful fall mums and bright orange pumpkins, and I know we aren't quite as beautiful and lovely as the ever so popular Hannah Montana costume, or maybe not as fearsome as the incredible hulk, or even spider man. But you have to admit, you were a little scared when you saw this picture.....

I don't want to be a "blogger quitter" like some people are (I won't mention any names, 'cause I don't want to offend Dan or Rick or Theresa or Jason or Allyson). However, I have a little problem; My digital camera is completely and utterly BROKE. Won't turn on, won't turn off, won't download, won't do anything, It just WON"T. It must be a male camera. OOPs, did I really type that? And yes I did check the batteries and I made sure they were in the right way. So, now I have quite a dilemma.... do I fork over the money now to get it repaired or do I try to behave until Christmas, which is like forever away and hope that Santa brings me a new one.

Now my only options are to download pictures from my phone, which has taken me a day and a half to figure out how to do, blog without visuals, dig out some old pictures to use, or be a blogger-quitter like some people are. (I won't mention any names, 'cause I don't want to offend Dan or Rick or Theresa or Jason or Allyson.)

So for today, you are all stuck with my attempt at fuzzy phone downloads and if you happen to see santa out and about, put in a good word for me. I really have been good all year.

Have a happy halloween, can't wait to see the pics of all the cute costumes. By the way, I did hear a rumor about a couple of new bloggers joining us. So, I'm looking forward to seeing and reading their first blogs. I just hope they aren't blogger-quitters like some people are (I won't mention any names, 'cause I don't want to offend Dan or Rick or Theresa or Jason or Allyson.)

x0x0x, Beck

Guitars, Banjo, and Potluck Picnic

Bill and Jason

Monkey Megan in the Tree

Little Peyton, Big Smile

Jam Session