Play it, Jen

Every good movie has a piano player somewhere in the background--
sometimes seen, usually unseen.
Seldom really noticed.
The feeling, the very soul of a scene, is created by that person tinkering at the keys.
It has been said, "All the world's a stage."
Well then...Play it, Jen.

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Location: Over Yonder, Missouri

I'm a California Native transplanted to the Missouri Ozarks. I've learned how to chase cows in high heels and load hay faster than you can say "Coco Chanel." These are some of our pictures and stories of living in a land with breath-taking beauty and adventure around every bend.

Monday, December 24, 2007

You Belong in Rome

You're a big city soul with a small town heart

Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome

Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand

And gorgeous Italian people - could life get any better?

It had to be...

Meatball Pizza

Unusual and uncompromising.

You're usually the first to discover a new trend.

You appreciate a good meal and good company.

You're an interesting blend of traditional and modern.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Why So. Californians are not allowed around ice/snow

Dec '07 ice storm

Monday, December 17, 2007

Ice Show

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Um, Aunt Nellie...

Got Snow?
hee hee hee

I like to call this one "Oreos in Snow"

Friday, December 07, 2007

Ice Ice Baby!

We had a "little" (as the locals are calling it--hate to see what they think is a "big" one!) ice storm yesterday. Within a few hours everything was encased with ice. Very pretty, very treacherous. Even the cows got iced because they wouldn't go under any shelter. Icees anyone?!

Monday, December 03, 2007

There's no place like home, there's no place like home!

Look like tornado weather to you? And it was a nice day yesterday: mild, warm, balmy even. I was having a nice morning getting ready for church when the sky suddenly went very dark. Huh, that's weird, we're not supposed to be getting any "weather" today.... *WHAP!* upside the head. Tornado anyone? After nailing us and smashing the dog kennel to bits, tossing stuff all around, about blowing the cats away and then pouring sheets of rain on us, the sun popped out. Nice!
I's a REAL Missouran now!

Oh, and for all of you who were fooled by that silly little movie into thinking Dorothy is a sweet, ruby-haired, rich-voiced little farm girl... Meet the REAL Dorothy: