Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Yup, that's my Yana. She's just sunning her belly. I watched her from the house and all she did all day was follow the sun and move from one 'perfect' nap spot to another. She napped the day away!! I guess that 20 minute walk we took that morning did her in.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Dave's son, Shaun gave it a shot too...
I was just impressed that the weight of the maul didn't make him fall over!!
Here are all the 'manly men' doing their manly men duties!! And of course there's Yana, offering her moral support.
Let this be a warning to all of you potential future guests out there...I've learned from my former co-worker Diane, that if you want to come over and partake of some free food, well, you'll have to work for it first!!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
As you can clearly see, this picture is indisputable evidence that a deer has consumed some of my peanut butter. Notice the teeth marks in the peanut butter. It appears that the deer ate as much as they could get (as far as they could get their noses into the jar). I have scraped the remaining peanut butter forward and will report back.
I'm sure now that the yummy and delicious peanut butter has been discovered by my dear deer (ha) friends, they will be standing in line to get a chance at it.
And to think, some of you mocked me...
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Looking for sleds made me think about the sled we had as kids. It was awesome!! You'd sit in it and it had a back rest and you'd put your legs out flat. There were handles on each side. You'd pull the left one up to turn right and the right one up to turn left. We lived at the top of a pretty good hill so we had a prime spot for sledding. We actually had some pretty good snows when I was a kid. I have fond memories of sledding with my dad and sisters. I'm sure all my sisters remember Dad putting the sled in the creek in the woods!! That was classic. I remember sledding down the hill in front of my house and somehow getting turned around and hitting a tree with my back. It knocked the breath out of me and everyone at the top of the hill was just yelling at me to hurry back up the hill with the sled, but I couldn't say a word.
One of my favorite pictures of our family was taken in the snow with our neighbor's dog, Rosie. I think that picture still sits on my parent's chest of drawers. We lived in a great neighborhood where we played outside all the time with the neighbor kids (and their parents, as I remember).
Some more memories from the old neighborhood...acorn fights (Dad could really pop you with an acorn)...kick ball (first base - utility pole, second base - odd spot in asphalt, third base - mailbox, home plate - yet another odd spot in the asphalt) and rolly bat...Susan making the neighbor kid touch a hot stick used to stoke the burning leaves...riding bikes...playing in the woods...locking Kathy out of the house in her panties and a tee shirt (hee hee hee!)...the rope swing behind Chris's house....kool-aid pop sickles in the summer...swimming at Sarge's (that was probably a mistake in hindsight)...
Those were the good ole days.