I Love My Toes

For Veggie Tales fans, this may bring to mind "I Love My Lips" by Larry Boy. Otherwise, disregard this portion.

I really do appreciate the ten toes that God gave me. Granted, they're not lovely or anything, but they're nicely teamed up, with five on each foot. They're super helpful when it comes to balance and walking and such. I especially like the way they keep my socks in place. All around, I'm sure glad to have them.

Why then, you might ask, do I keep breaking them?

Apparently I'm just super clumsy.

This makes break #4 in under three years now. There was also that time probably 15 years ago when I broke one while chasing one of my boys around the house. All of my left foot and its toes cleared the cat post. Except the pinkie.

And in case you have nothing better to do and want to read about one of the injuries, it had something to do with a Crock Pot lid.

The other time, I apparently didn't blog about. I will say it was the worst. I kicked a nice sturdy Herman Miller office chair early in the morning to break one toe. Then I kicked a dresser and further damaged that toe and added another to the pain later in the day. You know, in case I didn't hurt the first enough with the office chair, I guess.

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Airsoft Fun

Last year, the boys purchased some fairly inexpensive Airsoft guns (well, actually, they seemed a little pricey at the time, but I digress). It turns out that our back yard makes an excellent battlefield - trees, trailers, more trailers, more trees - all kinds of good places for hiding. Of course, we wear the requisite eye protection and then proceed to shoot one another. Oh, it stings quite a bit, but it's still good fun. Even when you have a welt on your arm for the next week or so.

They've even gotten their friends and cousin involved in the fun.

And then it took a turn for the more...well, hard core...pricey.

Zach's friend found out about an Airsoft specialty store. A store where they're much more serious than just the just-bought-it-at-Big-5 kind of shoppers (no dig on Big 5 - we like them!). So he ordered himself a MAC-11 from an online store (the local store doesn't carry this one). We made a trip to Denver for some green gas since no one carries it here locally.

Fortunately, he had some time to try it out before we had to leave Saturday evening. Even hubby got in on that action. In fact, he had a pretty good time with it.

See that rectangular silvery box in the distance? It's an old RV refrigerator shell. Turns out that it makes a great target.

Don't worry - it had already been punctured before he started shooting at it. In fact, that's why it was in our back yard, since it had to be removed and disassembled from the RV from which it was originally located.

Apparently RV refrigerator insulation is great for holding onto your BBs. Makes the yard much tidier, right?

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