More camping photos? Sure, why not? That weekend was one of the highlights of this past month, after all. I’m around 500 of 875 photos…500 condensed to 78, not too shabby.

Yesterday for an anxiety-riddled two hours or so I thought that our external hard drive had crashed. Currently, it contains everything, since I’ve discovered I can’t trust Dell laptops or desktops. There was a rather ugly freak-out, including an emergency phone call to my father-in-law, who is a bit of a computer nerd.

The Boy resolved the issue–it just needed a different USB cord–but I’m currently backing everything up to one of those offsite accounts as well. It’s just too damn scary, the thought of losing everything.

I mean, if you can’t trust your old, crappy Dell computers and you can’t trust your dusty, dog hair-covered external hard drive for your thousands upon thousands of precious files, what CAN you trust?

No really, please, that was not a rhetorical question. What can you trust?

Salute your shorts! Let’s have a Nickelodeon marathon! I remember those days! And apparently I’m not the only one–the 90s shows are coming back!

Ahhh, binoculars. I love them so much. Probably because I am horribly near-sighted. The Boy is too.

Bear Cub is slo-o-owly getting better at going through the new doggy door, but sometimes she still sits outside and whimpers until I, the sucker, let her in.

I’d been trying to teach them to howl to no avail and then the other day I heard some dogs howling near our house and it was a heavy, mournful sound and I got depressed.

Never mind teaching them to howl. What I really want is for them to learn how to refill my coffee cup. Now that would be nice.

The Boy brought his old bow and some new arrows purchased at a sporting goods store along, and we took turns shooting the arrows into a hill. Hear that, rednecks? Shooting into DIRT, not AT PEOPLE. People wearing NEON, assholes!

The tips broke off every single arrow, and he returned them to the store the following week.

If the arrows had been smeared with peanut butter, Maggie would have retrieved them, no problem.

Ah hahahhaaa. I have some videos of us shooting–I’ll decide later on if my self-esteem can handle posting them to youtube. Ugh. Perhaps vimeo is a better choice.

I couldn’t read all weekend. I was too taken with the beauty of nature and taking 875 photos to focus.

Between running up and down mountains like some kind of maniacal mountain goat and swimming and scrabbling, Maggie wore herself out nicely. She could barely walk after the weekend was through. She’s almost six years old!

I brought the hoop! Always a good time.

I haven’t learned any new tricks since 2009, but I still have fun.

Those are long john pants. Don’t judge me.

Er, nice angle, husband!

Today’s goals: donate crap to Goodwill. Gym. John Waters portrait. Rogs. Most important: OUTDOORS. We love outdoors in this family.