How to Do a BBQ: Our Memorial Day

Yes.  I know it's July.  And yes, I'm aware that Memorial Day was in May.  If you're quick at math, and about half (okay, more than half) of the Fenns are, you'll be able to calculate I'm running a couple months behind. 

Yup. That's reality, folks.

Now onto our regularly scheduled Memorial Day.
memorial; (adj) preserving the memory of a person or thing; commemorative.

In our family we remember and honor many things.  And we like to celebrate.  A lot.  Which means that Memorial Day is a good outlet for combining our interests.  This year it was a BBQ at the farm--a first but most definitely not a last.

How does one have a farm BBQ?  Well I'm glad you asked, my friend.  Here's how:

Get some guys to set up some tables and stuff.

Lock a nephew in the dog's pen. 

Don't worry, he'll climb out when no one is watching.

Okay, next step: bring some kids, some dogs, and a snake sprinkler.

You'll need some cherries and bairs...I mean strawberries and chairs.

Throw in a boat...I mean, what's a BBQ without a boat?

Add more chairs (clean 'em off first), more people, and more food.

Careful to not get too crazy now.

And always remember those who couldn't join us today.

Come Boss!

Anyone growing up at a particular address on Cascade Highway NE, knows what that means...time to feed the cows!

The 6th for the 60th

Someone had a birthday in April.  A pretty important birthday.  Big in the fact that he's now been alive six decades.  Whew, right?

We got a pretty cool, major rainstorm right before dinner.  One of my favorite kinds where the sky is dark and yet somehow the sun still hits the rain as it pounds down.  Just awesome.

Luckily, before we ate, the weather was great for grillin' and chillin'.

But as I said before...it rained.  People had to come in and canines had to stay out.

Plenty of room for all the people!

But for some weird reason, no one wanted to sit by these guys...weird, right?

They were chill by cake time though.

And then we got to do a great big, and I do mean GREAT BIG, family photo to celebrate the announcement of a 6th grandchild.  A perfect way to celebrate 60!

Easter Power!

Easter: food, family, farm, and eggs and candy and cake for Grandpa/GPA's birthday!

 

 

 

 

Oy-Oy-Oy-Oysters!

Oysters are disgusting.

Family is not (okay, maybe sometimes).




Cats are evil (especially six-toed she cats named Felix) (okay, not really, Felix is nice).



The farm is not (evil).








Nieces and nephews are cool.





Greg's feet are not.




The end.