Welcome Back Sports Fans...

We are officially settled in here in West By God. Just one more box to unpack. Yesterday was Dad's first day at work and today Grandma Margie and Grandpa Dean came down to visit and watch the WVU vs. Marshall Game -- an intrastate rivalry here that is a wannabe Civil War (the fabled annual game between the University of Oregon and Oregon State University). But whereas the Oregon intrastate game has a decent name -- the Civil War for those of you who may have forgotten since reading the previous sentence -- the game in WV is called the Friends of Coal Bowl. A supposed "grass roots" group came up with a million dollars (from the coal industry no doubt) and bought the naming rights). The game was filled with commercials promoting the destruction of WV's environment and economy. Dad kept making this sound like he was throwing up a little bit in his mouth, but he feels better now and has agreed to help me post some pictures to my blog so that people quit bothering me about it.

For the record, we did escape Rock Port, MO, largely unscathed, but Dad may have some cool scars to show later.

Now, to the pictures:

Here is the fleet of rigs that it took to move us from Or-y-gun to West By God:

If you are ever in Evanston, WY, and need a place to stay, check out this place. Its clean, cheap, and the rooms are huuuuuuuuuuugggggeeee:
Here is a picture of our new digs: a 100-year old farmhouse with crystal doorknobs, a creepy basement, and a probable ghost or two to find before Halloween:
Mom and Dad like to swing with me on the front porch swing:

I have two new teeth but I won't show them to you; we don't know each other well enough and I'm not that kind of girl. But I am working on my walking and standing. Here I am working on my crane kick like that Karate Kid dude:
And for those of you who were worried, I am still as cute as ever.
Did I hear you say diva?
What can I say?