My new reading spot

She once was lost...

...but now she's found.

We looked for Hazel for almost 20 minutes before we found her hiding behind the curtains, looking longingly at the backyard wildlife.

Shrinkage

I bought myself a Jack Bauer/24 shirt at the International Spy Museum. It shrunk. Now my daughter wears it proudly.

Bricks and stones part 2

The finished project.

Let there be light

I love my funky chandelier. It was a 10th anniversary present from my hubby (almost six years ago.) He saw it at an antique store and said, "Yep. That's Kel."

Gotta love him.

Fly boy

My son tied these flies. Without a pattern. Obviously.

He's going fishing Memorial Day weekend. I'll let you know if these guys snag him any fish.

Bricks and stone

My brother-in-law bought these bricks last fall for his garden. He and his wife are moving out of state in a few weeks, so they gave them to us. For some reason, he also threw in a rock.

3 birds with one photo

This photo shows:

1. Hazel, The Amazing Feline
2. GREEN GRASS in my backyard!
3. My icky window, that will soon be replaced.



My daughter's friend has been airbrushed to retain her anonymity.

I'm back...

Hey guys. Well, I missed 18 days of photos. Instead of posting my make up pics all at once, I'll do it a little at a time each day for the next week or so.

This is the mud season version of my driveway:



The mud season version of my shed (and, right next to it, the pile of brush that injured my hubby last fall):



Some brave tulips peeking up to see if it's safe to come out:



And, finally. My son called his friend into the bathroom a few minutes ago. I got a little nervous when I heard snickering from within. This is what they found so amusing. I must admit...so do I. They're 13; they have an excuse. I'm 37. I have none.

She's ba-aaaack

Just two days after her life-altering surgery, and Hazel is already back to her normal making-it-impossible-for-Kel-to-get-any-work-done self.

Moo

I don't collect cow doo-dads, but you wouldn't know it to look at my kitchen.

I bought the white cow creamer in the middle a few years ago because it reminded me of Code of the Woosters. A friend of mine saw it and got the kitchy 60's plastic creamer for me as a joke. My mom noticed, and presented me with the cow egg separator on the left. I figured, Why fight it? and grabbed the butter dish on Ebay. (Two bucks...can't beat it.) Now all I need are cow salt and pepper shakers.

Damn. I think this means I collect cow doo-dads.

"Misery" - A Still Life

January Thaw Part 2

Last autumn was a little crazy with illnesses and injuries. As a result I completely forgot to store my lawn ornaments in the shed.

Fortunately I remembered to bring my real kids inside for the winter...

Cribbage

Like Napoleon Dynamite, I've learned the importance of developing great skills. Life demands it.

Take cribbage for instance. There's adding skills and pegging skills and shuffling skills; all of which I need to improve upon. My daughter beat me three times in a row last night. It was pretty much the worst series of games I've ever played.

Will I demand a rematch? Maybe I will...GOSH!

Life goes on

One week later, my kids' snowman is missing an eye and an arm, but it's still standing.

Justification

My mother-in-law brought over some pie today. I had a piece for lunch. It can't be any worse than eating Frosted Flakes for breakfast.

What we have here is a failure to communicate

Note the following phone conversation that took place between myself and my beloved hubby last Thursday:

Hubby: I'm on my way home. Do you need anything at the market?

Me: Yep. Can you pick up some milk and a box of cereal?

Hubby: What kind of cereal?

Me: Oh...I don't know. Something healthy.

Fragile

I didn't actually take this picture today, I took it over the weekend. My kids made it. I'm posting it today because it reminds me of how fragile life is, how little time we all really have here in the grand scheme of things, and how we should never take that life, that time, or each other for granted.

Don't know what'cha got till it's gone

Our pipes froze this morning, so I took this picture of our lovely bathroom faucet with it's glorious, clear running water this evening to remind myself to NEVER take the little things for granted.

I probably still will, though.

Happy New Year

The whole family revels.
Mom cleans up the mess...