Confessions of a dorky family

Okay. I admitted that I am a homesteading dork.

It's not just me. It's the whole family. And it's not just homesteading. It creeps into other areas. Case in point:

Saturday, while driving down to California, with the whole family strapped in the car (plus the dog & 2 baby goats) we played some games to pass the time.

Oh, that's not so bad you say. What kind of games? License plate bingo? Eye Spy? Sing alongs? Tic Tac Toe?

Ha! Not even close. What did we do for fun? We popped in our Rosetta Stone cd's and practised our Greek. The kids had a contest on who could identify the most words. And who could put together sentences. Really deep, meaningful sentences like "The man drinks milk" "The women run" "The girls read". I'm telling you I was spell bound.  Really. I was impressed with how much they knew.

Now tell me, you're wishing you could travel with us aren't you? Admit it, you have never used Greek to pass the time have you? Well, we're just dorky that way. After all the family that parses sentences together stays together.

Oh, and if you really want to experience it for yourself, we do have 2 free seat belts. You may have to hold the dog on your lap though...

Gives a whole new meaning to 'dorky' doesn't it?

Blessings.