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The girls had fun with creamsicles yesterday. From left to right, Ashley,Allison and niece Nicole. I didn't know they had raspberry creamsicles before yesterday. Yes, I've been living in a cave, why do you ask?

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The girls took a break between trampoline jumping marathons and hosting three lemonade stands in front of our house. They made $6.81 for their work. Not too bad, considering it was a quarter a cup. I'm sure the neighbors love paying for our orange juice drink mix.

We're off to church. Today is going to be a scorcher and the air conditioning still isn't hooked up. Someone shoot me.


  1. i've only got one bullet honey...and there are people far more deserving...deserving in a different way darling.

  2. RASPBERRY CREAMSICLES! I had no idea either...

    and we're hating it for heat today too. Good luck in church - we'll be off soon.

  3. If you really loved me, you'd shoot me.

    Church was good, thank goodness for airconditioning! I think we were sitting right under the vent. Then it was back to our car and the big heat. Then it was the big heat of our house. I have been cooking a pork roast in the slow cooker with some onion and garlic all morning. I'm about to pull it apart, make my mom's special BBQ sauce and serve it on hambruger buns for dinner later.


    Plus, we had the whole 'family council' thing with the older kids after church.

    What was the reason I had children again?

  4. You're not getting shot until I get a raspberry creamsicle and some of that garlic-and-onion pork, and then I probably wouldn't kill the goose who cooked a pretty darned good Sunday meal >B^D

    Trivia for you. Pet Ice Cream - one of the major creamsicle producers - has different names for them. Creamsicles are actually made from ice cream. Dreamsicles, however, are made from ice milk.

    Knowledge is power, bwahahahaha, Buwahahahahahahahahahaahaha!

  5. Then you are all powerful.

    I want some creamsicles. The kids ate them all!


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