28 November 2007
I probably shouldn't mention that this is another shot I dug up from a year ago. But as I never see the light of day any more other than from my desk (and that's not very photogenic), it's archived or nothing, I'm afraid.
This is from our flight to Providence last fall.
25 November 2007
24 November 2007
Spent Thanksgiving at the bar...again.
Just kidding. This is a left over sketchy shot. It's getting dark too early now, so I'm losing the nice southern light that would come in through these windows.
But Thanksgiving was lovely. I made the same turkey I did last year. No one's complained yet. The leftovers are almost gone. Another good sign.
Hope your holiday was equally filling! :o)
21 November 2007
I'm suppose to be preparing for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Instead I'm processing photos and starting a new flickr account. Glenn will ask what I did all day. I'll say, "Look, cranberry sauce!" Which took all of twenty minutes. Only, I'll say that second part internally.
17 November 2007
We have no fewer than three hiding places in our home, which I'll refer to as stuffed toy recuperation centers. Nigel is moderately gentle with his toys, but as Kensi doesn't allow him to keep anything in his mouth for longer then, oh, half a second, it is soon reduced to something resembling George Washington's wig after a night of drunken revelry. I pull an old toy out every now and then to sew up an old wound. Nigel sits patiently waiting for the scissors to snip the thread, as he's learned that that's the sign it's once again ready for destruction. The toy hits the ground and it's a free for all. The pugs play leap frog to get into the better position, but Kensi being the more aggressive of the two, is always the victor. Sometimes Nigel stands back and cries. Our poor little pussy boy. "Get in there! Bite her! She's got it coming!!" It's like watching pay per view. Then Kensi realizes Nigel's no longer in the ring and will drop the toy just to attack him! We run interference until it seems like she's tired herself out a bit. Then we physically hold her back allowing Nigel to get in on the action for awhile.
Kensi also feels the need to herd Nigel in from outside. I'll call them back to the house, but she can't return without him. I should rephrase that because it's not about returning at all. She can already be ten feet from the door, but if Nigel is sixty feet away, it's necessary that she reprimand him. "Sure, I'm not listening to Mom, but more importantly, you're not listening to Mom! You've given me no choice but to bite you."
Just looking at her, you wouldn't guess that she's this evil. Poor Nigel dreams of the days when he was an only pug.
12 November 2007
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04 November 2007
Last night we saw Robyn Hitchcock in concert. No back up, just him. Shawn Nelson, of Harvey Danger, opened and accompanied Robyn on the later half of his preformance. He still sounds good, and together, they complimented each other nicely.
I'm not overly familiar with Robyn's body of work. Maybe because when he was on the scene, I was raising babies so I can sing along to more of Sesame Street then I can him. Glenn can claim to have had a few of his records, probably on cassette. Mainly, we thought he'd probably never be through here again, and at such an intimate venue. And I'm glad we went. He was equally engaging while chatting as he was singing. He no where near as evil as the shot I captured here.
I found a link that reviews the whole preformance if you'd like to check it out. I'm not familiar with the writer...
02 November 2007
Luke and Tria came by Halloween to help distribute candy. And Ramen noodles. Luke depleted our supply of both by the fistfuls. I shouted my apologizes from the door to the parents of toddlers who left with the unexpected "treat". I'm sure they were looking for the hidden razor blades later that night, as no sane person would hand out Ramen.
They also brought over their Wii, so between candy distributions, I was initiated. I was unsuccessful with tennis and quickly moved on to bowling, where I prevailed. And kicked Luke's ass! Correction: Jesus kicked Andy Gibb's ass! I should stick with character names to spare the boy.
The next day at work, I took my normal three flights of stairs. They were a little more difficult, but it didn't dawn on me until the second time up at noon, that it was because I was bowling in my living room the night before.
No connection with the photo. Just a pug contemplating a nap in the sun.
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- this blog is my "live" photo album of sorts. occasionally, i'll throw in some art i've done or some work of my husband's as he's an artist as well. we have a nice yard in a quiet neighborhood with two pugs and a cat, all black. which most of my photos will attest too. ;) i'd love to hear from you, but happy for you to just browse. hope you find something to make you smile. b.