Farewell Party

Last night we had a little get together here at my house. Mum made some spectacular food (thanks mum!) and we had a little campfire to roast some hot dogs - that is until around 8:30 when we looked up through the trees and saw this weird dark fog rapidly approaching us. Withing a matter of 30 seconds the sky went from an early evening light to pitch black. The adults all herded us onto the porch, and the table of food followed us under the cover of the roof. There's no place like the porch swing to enjoy a good spring storm from, thunder and lightning and all. Later, we moved inside, much to my parents dismay I'm sure (sorry for being loud mum and dad!) and we played Bible trivia, looked at scrapbook pictures, some people played uno, and just had a good time. There were lots of people around throughout the night, but we forgot about the camera until quite late. Thus ensues a picture of the few, the proud, the one o'clock crowd:

*update to the trailnames search. Laura and I went to Oil Creek on Wednesday night and we took a little 6 miles practice route. We decided to play around with the stove and cook some instant potatoes for dinner. Laura's water heated up just fine, but then she wanted me to take the pot off the stove for my water. Needless to say, I tipped the entire pot and stove over and made a mess and wasted precious H2O. I made the comment that I felt like I was playing a game of jenga with the water pot. Laura said that would be an appropriate trailname for me - and now I am seriously considering that as my summer identity. Jenga. It's unique. It's kinda fun. It's not something I picked on my own, which is cool. I dunno. Any thoughts?