tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47312141167612076882024-03-05T18:39:21.324-06:00The Tucker Girls Ride AgainThe Tucker girls are back, and (over)planning more vacations! We decided to create a travel blog to keep all our future trips in one place.
Sit back and enjoy our blog! Prepare to marvel at our resourcefulness! Be astounded by our ability to over-complicate the simplest task! Chortle madly at our wit! We hope you have half as good a time reading us as we do preparing for and undertaking these vacations!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-22108977800445316772015-04-18T08:14:00.001-05:002015-04-18T08:14:04.721-05:00Flash flood watch whaaaaaaat<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ohoesQu1zADkf5zhNNftRU2KsoILqTzJP1ag_a_pUhjykXUw7_hJtz5KgmkPfS72xFNaX18iTgHpcOpbbUUs2wtB7FVGHPRDSelGb4MpQKpM7dzb_2LkcLr0eXQyzEFpV0P87RrvziHp/s1600/20150418_080003-744722.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ohoesQu1zADkf5zhNNftRU2KsoILqTzJP1ag_a_pUhjykXUw7_hJtz5KgmkPfS72xFNaX18iTgHpcOpbbUUs2wtB7FVGHPRDSelGb4MpQKpM7dzb_2LkcLr0eXQyzEFpV0P87RrvziHp/s320/20150418_080003-744722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6139066677488567058" /></a></p><p dir="ltr">Thunderstorms woke me multiple times during the night, and I was able to sort of ignore them, but now that we're up and around and out and about its a little hard to ignore. </p> <p dir="ltr">However, we are not about to let the weather get us down. We are going to push ahead with umbrellas and high hopes. </p> Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487791937532979173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-82404257154412860642015-04-17T19:46:00.001-05:002015-04-17T19:46:37.248-05:00On the road!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDNPUp-H4aqaM-Z4dyJqi_uwu8Ib3CKk9LD_9a-ep1k9JL70nYd25Vi5eq0u65_13mzo-H-nA94ojE0OezNwxhnhUwB5e6Wm2A3FVdEAt6jaLd1uosPKsVHAYh5i64BZ8ZzvYAL3Z2Jj5/s1600/IMG_3615-797249.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDNPUp-H4aqaM-Z4dyJqi_uwu8Ib3CKk9LD_9a-ep1k9JL70nYd25Vi5eq0u65_13mzo-H-nA94ojE0OezNwxhnhUwB5e6Wm2A3FVdEAt6jaLd1uosPKsVHAYh5i64BZ8ZzvYAL3Z2Jj5/s400/IMG_3615-797249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6138874053857244114" /></a></p>7 people & all their stuff in a van heading to NOLA for the weekend.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-43252395273591342772015-04-17T19:42:00.000-05:002015-04-17T19:43:06.175-05:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoVs6-Mo4MRDhbVFIfF6YM0VEHfLnQcwam_OMGCuCo84kVSYR-Ux7BM8FjVs2d9zgbPPBSyYowWlswvtetZNE4jrYjDixq3mPOST4G1PIgHPr2qFcdpUBQXpVOsyUMvox7mEqo1jBMmnr/s1600/IMG_3615-786175.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoVs6-Mo4MRDhbVFIfF6YM0VEHfLnQcwam_OMGCuCo84kVSYR-Ux7BM8FjVs2d9zgbPPBSyYowWlswvtetZNE4jrYjDixq3mPOST4G1PIgHPr2qFcdpUBQXpVOsyUMvox7mEqo1jBMmnr/s400/IMG_3615-786175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6138873147221727218" /></a></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-86809996882065873272015-04-17T11:50:00.001-05:002015-04-17T11:50:51.210-05:00SADDLE UP, YO...<p dir="ltr">... Because the Tucker girls are about to hit the trail. Well, two of the three of us are, anyway.</p> <p dir="ltr">Welcome to the SmiBerMoMo Excursion! Away we will jaunt, slogging through the nasty weather until we have reached the lovely city of New Orleans. If, that is, we manage to survive the interminably slow passing of time as we finish our required adulting for the day.</p> <p dir="ltr">To be continued! </p> Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14487791937532979173noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-83203237419584708262011-07-07T15:12:00.000-05:002011-07-07T15:12:14.192-05:00Pics from Friday, 7/1I'm including a slideshow here - if you want a link to the actual album, please let me know and I'll provide a link. I'm tagging with the kids' real names, so we want to know exactly who's looking. :) Enjoy!<br />
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<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fleaess%2Falbumid%2F5626692811594561265%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMKayeuqoO_YpwE%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"></embed>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-15347879840027931772011-07-06T11:30:00.001-05:002011-07-06T11:30:32.865-05:00Church busWe just passed a broken-down church bus on the side of the road & it<br>made me think of Teresa's drive up.<p>Sent from my iPhoneJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-22194998108256499342011-07-06T11:07:00.001-05:002011-07-06T11:07:50.058-05:00Are we there yet?!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUNPkGoLbAi-cjtTjc-1vm3sbqoGq96rd7QCIqcNYkxsnzvgQsMIaISB2ShCSnqg-BJofvvsT_yFYC5zYxdFlwHS_-MwC83NdzRidNMMD5eNc0FMEgaKz067MHXZFDcKWpx3D3lRSwvYl/s1600/photo-770060.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUNPkGoLbAi-cjtTjc-1vm3sbqoGq96rd7QCIqcNYkxsnzvgQsMIaISB2ShCSnqg-BJofvvsT_yFYC5zYxdFlwHS_-MwC83NdzRidNMMD5eNc0FMEgaKz067MHXZFDcKWpx3D3lRSwvYl/s400/photo-770060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626271740283741618" /></a></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-8612387247176974612011-07-06T10:02:00.001-05:002011-07-06T10:02:14.208-05:00It shouldn't be this hardSo I posted earlier that we were heading out, but we just now got out<br>of Waynesville. Why? We couldn't find the recycling center. We're<br>conscientious folk, well-versed in recycling. We had more recycling<br>than garbage, even; tho that's where things went down the tube. If we<br>had more recycling than would fit in the can provided, we were<br>responsible for taking it to a center. How hard is that, really?<p>Well, never underestimate our ability to overcomplicate the simplest<br>situation. We read that it was near K-Mart. Good, we pass that all the<br>time! We drove past K-Mart & didn't see it. We stopped at Ingles for<br>ice & juice boxes, & asked them where it is. "By the K-Mart, you can't<br>miss it."<p>We try again, and despite multiple assurances of how easy it is to<br>find, we miss it. I google map recycle centers, & only get the big<br>places - not drop offs. I finally call the visitor's center - they<br>answer questions dumber than this all the time.<p>In the meantime, the children have once again lost their minds. Bubba<br>was hollering, and the other 3 in the very back seat were whining and<br>bitching. Adults were speaking loudly to the children. It was<br>stressful.<p>The gentleman that was helping me was very nice, and never once asked<br>who was being tortured in the background. He gave me directions...of a<br>sort. You pass the K-Mart, by the way. Like, over a mile past K-Mart.<br>I relayed the directions to Val-she's driving right now-and I asked<br>the appropriate questions. Did I mention it was stressful? We were<br>sitting in the parking lot of a Verizon store by this tine, a huge bag<br>if recycling plopped in the middle of the van, all desperate to go<br>home.<p>He said to "turn left at the 3rd light that's 19." then he put me on<br>hold for a moment while he asked someone for the street name. The<br>absurdity of the whole situation crashes down on me at thy precise<br>moment. The light that's 19? What the ever-loving hell is that<br>supposed to mean?<p>I started laughing; silently but VERY hard. It was like laughing in<br>church - it's funnier sometimes because you're not supposed to do it.<br>What if the very helpful man comes back on while I'm silently<br>guffawing?!<p>Val looked over, & I had one hand clamped over my mouth, the other<br>holding my phone to my ear, and tears streaming down my face. Then I<br>snorted; and baby, at that point? All bets are off. Full-fledged<br>hysterical laughter. Eyes tearing, nose running...the works.<p>The very nice man came back & once again didn't ask any questions. I<br>tried not to sound hysterical & thanked him for his help. Turns out he<br>meant "Turn right at the 3rd light-that is 19 (as in Hwy 19)."<p>So we found it, waited in a ridiculous line, and finally got rid of<br>the recycling.<br>Nearly an hour after we cleared the driveway, we are on our way home.<br>My tummy hurts from laughing, & my head hurts from the entire process.<br>I'm gonna nap, maybe.<p>Sent from my iPhoneJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-31528254995770946252011-07-06T08:29:00.001-05:002011-07-06T08:29:53.811-05:00A parting shot<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpr1AvYcq2Qi8J7DxHGMpp5vxxBCrop-WnmQwgkx5SKIbLLq-_3nUemFH4CYAOEVKLsmWPGG4oOmViGC29yJ8Tjmbrn8zAcRbv3RPgJxHi8M_n9nBHqXQ-kuLN5mvwYxq6y9v4bkypZKI/s1600/photo-793814.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpr1AvYcq2Qi8J7DxHGMpp5vxxBCrop-WnmQwgkx5SKIbLLq-_3nUemFH4CYAOEVKLsmWPGG4oOmViGC29yJ8Tjmbrn8zAcRbv3RPgJxHi8M_n9nBHqXQ-kuLN5mvwYxq6y9v4bkypZKI/s400/photo-793814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626231040057736178" /></a></p>We are packed up & heading out. Val made it out of the driveway like a<br>boss, & now we're headed out to drop-off our excess recycling & buy<br>some ice for the cooler before we hop on the interstate.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-89011525995093196812011-07-05T12:14:00.000-05:002011-07-05T12:58:28.143-05:00Clingman's dome<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-Qp16yUddvRZ6GjoLvvEliiMSb0tuihmO6Gy5olMrW0VneNwbB2oX5yY4cJRGbghI55ZWNwA646BZIXbr2Nx3zxSvvVG9WwrZb1rRl6my6VARqnGjBT482w9F0OmJfk257nhxbnOc6Kw/s1600/photo-708143.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-Qp16yUddvRZ6GjoLvvEliiMSb0tuihmO6Gy5olMrW0VneNwbB2oX5yY4cJRGbghI55ZWNwA646BZIXbr2Nx3zxSvvVG9WwrZb1rRl6my6VARqnGjBT482w9F0OmJfk257nhxbnOc6Kw/s400/photo-708143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625929164468627762" /></a></p>I think this is the highest altitude I've ever been...the only thing<br>is that it's really smoky up here & we can't see a damn thing!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-80060802056665057802011-07-05T06:17:00.002-05:002011-07-05T06:18:43.138-05:00Dorito hand print<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-tBbaR3J_KOvSqVsbMIb9pm7Q3zzUUxRuMcOoTljj4zeJWEdS-A6xXK23Ueo4Fnf1bgny0_0VV_luE5InPfgQuXwF9dwaze6gMS8mDMOVW07iYoLxxNkfOd0SbpzlEv4ITg3Tp7ESv4w/s1600/photo-729639.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-tBbaR3J_KOvSqVsbMIb9pm7Q3zzUUxRuMcOoTljj4zeJWEdS-A6xXK23Ueo4Fnf1bgny0_0VV_luE5InPfgQuXwF9dwaze6gMS8mDMOVW07iYoLxxNkfOd0SbpzlEv4ITg3Tp7ESv4w/s400/photo-729639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625825750865536354" /></a></p>See it? 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throw poppers.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-87968137446766619262011-07-05T06:15:00.001-05:002011-07-05T06:15:34.028-05:00The view this morning<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGutm9GuaB6xOPVLr5phSmUijYAGdY28KItyt_HIe5oNGX5HUAwJ1VCvTjA0UwkuJW-agaeEJ0j9xogFQKGfBqRbjc_BNMdOrAmqPuGZg8zg92ruOBy7CB0a8Y7W2h4a0_BzcfdWBPqP0X/s1600/photo-734029.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGutm9GuaB6xOPVLr5phSmUijYAGdY28KItyt_HIe5oNGX5HUAwJ1VCvTjA0UwkuJW-agaeEJ0j9xogFQKGfBqRbjc_BNMdOrAmqPuGZg8zg92ruOBy7CB0a8Y7W2h4a0_BzcfdWBPqP0X/s400/photo-734029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625825336265497842" /></a></p>It's a little foggy at Base Camp this morning. Downright chilly, too.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-25325923435006445542011-07-04T20:17:00.001-05:002011-07-04T20:17:05.565-05:00Words of WisdumbMac is deciding whether to ride home with us or early with TJ & Billy.<br>Bella says that he should ride with us so she'll have someone to talk<br>to - someone closer to her age. Mac says, "you can talk to your Mom -<br>she's like a 9 year-old on the inside."<p>Sent from my iPhoneJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-83615355807309047412011-07-04T20:06:00.001-05:002011-07-04T20:06:26.169-05:00Another 1st for Teresa<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3-smXzo3EhyChO9Uzm2tz3JyI0hNRncNeAblXs2qAu7svv8WV4Fb1iH1u1fGMFvQ5eLPPUKcsjS1w-OEocMaHO4VDwBEvF-NMm_MfP9A7RhzOS_0Wat2t4u6gzqur34cNI3pydVDbycT/s1600/photo-786171.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3-smXzo3EhyChO9Uzm2tz3JyI0hNRncNeAblXs2qAu7svv8WV4Fb1iH1u1fGMFvQ5eLPPUKcsjS1w-OEocMaHO4VDwBEvF-NMm_MfP9A7RhzOS_0Wat2t4u6gzqur34cNI3pydVDbycT/s400/photo-786171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625668366015954210" /></a></p>So we were popping glowsticks & she asked why mine were brighter than<br>hers. I said that I break them very thoroughly, and as I was<br>cautioning her not to be so thorough as to BREAK it, you'll just never<br>guess what happened. Mmmhmm.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-77772059203729021722011-07-04T17:39:00.000-05:002011-07-04T17:40:18.948-05:00This took SOOOO much work...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzgGgTPcJgo0ZIIdgSK9Y4J6HXbLvOKB4SnohVE72kyod04rQmiRt72DAP8AOr6ocjt3zNKue43Pv1TrTSbzdl2ujt3QB1jLYtHFmT573I3XvpliF-J8XBiWm21P8t1qEsE1qZ31kIIXv/s1600/photo-718949.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzgGgTPcJgo0ZIIdgSK9Y4J6HXbLvOKB4SnohVE72kyod04rQmiRt72DAP8AOr6ocjt3zNKue43Pv1TrTSbzdl2ujt3QB1jLYtHFmT573I3XvpliF-J8XBiWm21P8t1qEsE1qZ31kIIXv/s400/photo-718949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625630715630018162" /></a></p>But I think it's worth it!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-23756513058571093092011-07-03T15:27:00.000-05:002011-07-03T15:27:30.594-05:00Flashback to Wednesday: Goats on the Roof!We stopped at <a href="http://www.goats-on-the-roof.com/Welcome.html">Goats on the Roof</a> on our way to the cabin. It's really difficult to describe, so I'll post some pics:<br />
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<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fleaess%2Falbumid%2F5625212701650728529%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCOXi5ILmuKCOLg%26hl%3Den_US" height="400" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600"></embed>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-35983775516271193902011-07-03T10:31:00.001-05:002011-07-03T10:31:49.785-05:00View from Ingles' parking lot<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SvZZk56Tgc7Odws5ID-A7ZAdLqDHXgOT3kUmsHp1zO7CktcEGOS2CQXUJbt6ROeIt9c6JVGcHZUxGR7TVFYjABZITCP8JHUgFvOlk3E-okFNskIUErodhCzn5fmRxxQGyutnaYHfcra7/s1600/photo-709786.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SvZZk56Tgc7Odws5ID-A7ZAdLqDHXgOT3kUmsHp1zO7CktcEGOS2CQXUJbt6ROeIt9c6JVGcHZUxGR7TVFYjABZITCP8JHUgFvOlk3E-okFNskIUErodhCzn5fmRxxQGyutnaYHfcra7/s400/photo-709786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625149207160442226" /></a></p>Please ignore the less-than-scenic parking lot...I know I do.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-72563531939218238872011-07-03T07:46:00.001-05:002011-07-03T07:46:59.774-05:00Hungover from a long day yesterday<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvJoQU15dodsra1dk08UH7HIvOhKIldR_siGC4GyQYhLCd_NgKX-SMtJj7Fd7-eMpdWKJc2IWRts6_kRB4uSZkoy6D5-MCl8rlK5lvP_iNz31bFPdmvT24_k3g-Vnfax5i2-huowxnTyC/s1600/photo-719775.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggvJoQU15dodsra1dk08UH7HIvOhKIldR_siGC4GyQYhLCd_NgKX-SMtJj7Fd7-eMpdWKJc2IWRts6_kRB4uSZkoy6D5-MCl8rlK5lvP_iNz31bFPdmvT24_k3g-Vnfax5i2-huowxnTyC/s400/photo-719775.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625106729988103394" /></a></p>More on that later!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-20799993772134209032011-07-02T06:27:00.000-05:002011-07-02T06:28:04.090-05:00Same as the previous, only more scenic<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2vtVaXVbdPDikH42NvorIF2JNx3geH6d3Qr80ReJ00TrPoaHHy9Gd0rvohBdGS6bhlpbQo8SdTrAZLUDeFoBkcLE1fqenb4tNl2QjfFVImi4JIPYtgV1TozFSDJHw6LLR_-4Mh4qSmx8/s1600/photo-784091.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja2vtVaXVbdPDikH42NvorIF2JNx3geH6d3Qr80ReJ00TrPoaHHy9Gd0rvohBdGS6bhlpbQo8SdTrAZLUDeFoBkcLE1fqenb4tNl2QjfFVImi4JIPYtgV1TozFSDJHw6LLR_-4Mh4qSmx8/s400/photo-784091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624715305179598322" /></a></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-50080130565028079662011-07-02T06:25:00.000-05:002011-07-02T06:26:06.761-05:00Aaand we're out<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_eELxKZvteOncd10MVjf7JO7Ppyo1xJKoB9dz8mPl6Ctgk5fxs61GwftwgFEVT9zDCWNkEstz1RLmWMN8iSO45bGhFOqTtTUuK_JdyPP932vBHj2aNwkM-X02bUtuguE3KjKCRzb4vT4/s1600/photo-766762.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4_eELxKZvteOncd10MVjf7JO7Ppyo1xJKoB9dz8mPl6Ctgk5fxs61GwftwgFEVT9zDCWNkEstz1RLmWMN8iSO45bGhFOqTtTUuK_JdyPP932vBHj2aNwkM-X02bUtuguE3KjKCRzb4vT4/s400/photo-766762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624714796077047314" /></a></p>We all suddenly realized we were done shopping & that it was time to<br>eat. 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So while we walked out to the vehicles, I ninja'd a<br>pic of their backsides.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-47313140793502529452011-07-02T06:23:00.001-05:002011-07-02T06:23:43.194-05:00Bubba & Buddha strollin<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgUBKcsG3IuL9-eamozCSQH8wPK49XWq6U_2iNkMkrS2V558Q7dvAMOcNE0PZsAq4OyTOHsQgMVo45kj8aKlwNRkASSdqgXiUF4gp_4X1fu301ZBEvX_REQXSFMjDwYX9xFrOlERvu4LE/s1600/photo-723195.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgUBKcsG3IuL9-eamozCSQH8wPK49XWq6U_2iNkMkrS2V558Q7dvAMOcNE0PZsAq4OyTOHsQgMVo45kj8aKlwNRkASSdqgXiUF4gp_4X1fu301ZBEvX_REQXSFMjDwYX9xFrOlERvu4LE/s400/photo-723195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624714183614490498" /></a></p>We stopped by the bigger & newly opened ranger station/gift shop on<br>the NC side of the park & the boys rode in style.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-81081213539651675382011-07-02T06:10:00.000-05:002011-07-02T06:10:21.457-05:00Today...will either be really awesome, or really, really painful. We're getting up at out at 9 to drive into Cherokee to let the kids (and some of the kids at HEART) do the requisite gold/gem mining. Then we head back into GSMNP for a picnic lunch. We'll drive through to Pigeon Forge, where we're having a "birthday party" for Cam at Wonderworks. We'll be gone all day, and will have to make the ascent up the driveway IN THE DARK. <br />
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We had a blast in the park yesterday but couldn't blog on the spot as we only have a cell signal at the bottom or the top of the mountains...there's nada in between. Taking lots of pics, too, but I'm too tired to get my camera bag out and hook it up to the computer this morning. We had a busy day yesterday and I was restless in bed last night. Also, Buddha woke up a few times with a croup-y sounding cough, so I woke up long enough to worry for him a bit each time.<br />
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I'm sitting on the screened-in porch outside the dining area typing this. The sun hasn't come up high enough to touch the tops of the trees yet, much less to reach the cabin. I'm showered, dressed, and am most of the way through a dissappointingly small cup of coffee. Someone upstairs has showered, but I don't know who...my money is on Teresa. I'm listening to the morning birds and the morning cows just down the mountain from us. Relaxing, right? Aaaah, vacation!<br />
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I'm gonna get a refill in my tiny coffee cup and will start sending pics I took on my phone yesterday to play catch-up. Enjoy your Saturday!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-35469835539079307812011-07-01T13:59:00.000-05:002011-07-01T14:13:29.576-05:00Words of wisdumb, againVal to Bella after Bella got up in Bubba's business: "Why, Bella? Why<br>do that? How would to like it if I came up to you and....well....did<br>something...you didn't like?"<p>Sent from my iPhoneJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-33173407082677815802011-07-01T05:45:00.001-05:002011-07-01T05:45:39.179-05:00Words of wisdumb!This ia my favorite quote so far. Last night, Val & I were out front<br>looking at fireflies & Bubba was only looking at rocks. Val says,<br>"Bubba, look at the fireflies! They're bugs, but with fire butts!"<p>Sent from my iPhoneJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4731214116761207688.post-70768415532048744842011-06-30T17:38:00.000-05:002011-06-30T17:39:08.138-05:00Walking Tacos!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXlzWIp3R255tsyvB5ykTV15z6u2LgwsGow2ZQI2u26PZ2lfkI1o-Chd2Md8ilMpMnSJsu0Z4Vg5AXpvBZ8pv30IYEDcwdIUFGbZvO7teLfghfKBQ7VwAT7fdZiT50TCPjhTmt_4Ziefi/s1600/photo-748139.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXlzWIp3R255tsyvB5ykTV15z6u2LgwsGow2ZQI2u26PZ2lfkI1o-Chd2Md8ilMpMnSJsu0Z4Vg5AXpvBZ8pv30IYEDcwdIUFGbZvO7teLfghfKBQ7VwAT7fdZiT50TCPjhTmt_4Ziefi/s400/photo-748139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624146064438093858" /></a></p>Eternal thanks to our amazing cousin, Mary, for introducing this to us!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540072394597332108noreply@blogger.com0