You can tell we like to eat!

Since I know better than to advertise when Dada is out of town and I'm holding down the fort, these all waited awhile to get posted. He spent almost two weeks in Bogota, Colombia as March turned to April. A handful of his coworkers went with him, one a native of Bogota with family there. Therefore, Dada got taken to great places to eat!

Sweet Angela, whom I'd gotten to meet when we went together before, sent two adorable tiny mugs and saucers, and coffee flavored chewy candies which are excellent, home with Dada. I squealed in delight, of course, and have been using them every day. Un mug petit!

Breakfast at his hotel. I asked what was in the mug because it looked like potatoes. He said, "soup." I asked what was in it and he said, "soupy stuff." Sorry folks, I got nothin'! 

Angela and her brother Alejo, some of our wonderful family in South America!

Bernardo's lovely mom, Yvonne, had the guys over after they'd been stuffed by his inlaws' side of the family. Never too full for dessert!

Dinner some different night. I made the mistake of asking what the squiggles were and was informed, "calamari, and it was delicious!" Guess there's really not a lot of things they could have been had I thought about it...

Shopping for souvenirs. Trying to gauge sizes for the kids.

I have no idea what Mike Wizowski is doing in Bogota, but I'm glad Dada got a picture of him!

The above chandelier is in a salt mine! Isn't that incredible!?

Sweet breads at Yvonne's

Liam likes my new tiny mugs. Apparently they're not going to work well for warming his huge hands.

And the treats he brought back! Those Copelia cookies are amazing. Imagine a stroopwaffel had a kid with a Girl Scout Samoa cookie and that's pretty close to how delicious they are. I'm having a hard time showing restraint! 

And he brought me back the tub of dulce de leche, yum! Now all I need is some vanilla ice cream to dump drizzle it onto.

Thanks to those of you who prayed for traveling mercies for him. Other than a delay in Atlanta on the way home, everything else went very well! He made it home at about ten to four in the morning on Friday so we were all glad for a weekend to catch up on some rest!

 

Hassle

Please forgive the delay in new posts. The problem isn't lack of material; I'm fairly sure I'm just experiencing an id10t error. That means "user error". That means me!

I don't speak computer. My brain tends to run like a spider web or a fiber optics still. Computers are happy to find things for you provided you tell them what you're looking for and where to look. Alas (and at the same time thank goodness) my laptop can't seem to read my mind when I'm yelling that I want it to upload the pictures I just imported so that they could be added here. Then I realize that I just did that process while in the Guest User designation on my own computer, which means that everything will be lost when I log out and log into my own account. The reason I didn't get into my own account in the first place is because Damon is working on his Honda project for school and has several tabs open that he/I don't want to have to re-find. Ugh. Technology strikes again.

In the meantime, I'll try to figure out what to do about the photos I have from the art show for which Carrie entered both drawings and pottery, the first of three karate black belt tests, random Ohio sunrises, and our feathered friends at the feeder. 

That will go down around picking Liam up early from school to whisk him to the orthodontist because part of his let's-bring-your-lower-jaw-forward appliance came unglued on one side, and the laundry and grocery shopping and spring cleaning attempts and so on and so forth. I've already run around like a chicken with its head cut off this morning, trying to find items which will be dropped off at school when I hang out with my first graders on Friday morning. For each thing I found, there was something next to it that didn't belong there, so I played one of a mom's most often played games: Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me. Thank you, Mike Wazowski. If you have no idea what I'm talking about and need a tangent, click here and you'll understand my brain a little better. Maybe. I claim no credit for the Disney/Pixar/Billy Crystal/John Goodman brilliance; all I did was copy and paste the link. 

Anyway, I'm trying to round up clothes and shoes to be donated at the school, old sun- and eyeglasses to be dropped off at a business downtown close to where I'll also be donating used books; in general, I'm all over the place. To make things that much funnier, as I'm rummaging around to find old glasses, a handle of my great-grandmother's end table fell off. After three vain attempts to put the darned thing back together by hand, I realized I needed a screwdriver, which also was not where it belonged as it had migrated into the not-quite-put-back-together fireplace room. Found it, fixed the handle, found the glasses, thought, "I should be uploading pictures while I do all this since that takes awhile..." and here we are. Stuck. 

Now the dryer is done. Oy. Round three, ding ding!