happy dogs

Our dogs LOVED last week’s snow. Run, wrestle, eat snow, repeat. Then, they really LOVED this weekend’s spring weather. Fetch ball, wrestle, chase squirrels, repeat. These dogs are happy about everything except rain and thunder. Guess what is in the forecast for Wednesday? Don’t worry. They will stretch out on our bed and hibernate until […]

too much Pax

Sunny days with temps in the mid 60s have the effect of G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate on me. My brain turns off and I just absorb the beauty of the moment. Too serene to get anything done and too serene to care.

flood update – the rest of the story

Doug strayed from his usual tech chat and tin-foil hattery long enough to describe Tuesday night’s basement flood. He left out a few details. Tuesday was a school night, so I was in the middle of getting all the children bathed and tucked in their beds as Doug went outside to play in a ditch […]

Christmas isn’t always white

This year, we get to spend Christmas Day with my brothers and their families. That puts all 9 cousins in one house at the same time. All of the children are excited about getting to play together, but none are as vocal about it as Amy. “After we open presents, we’re going to make a […]

no more walkin’ in the rain

The threat of rain had everyone evacuating the dangerous outdoors last night. I can remember sitting in Neyland Stadium with technicolor storms overhead while the players never left the field. Is the weather more dangerous now? As children, we never missed a chance to play in the rain. Now, my children whine about never getting […]

fear 101

We’re still under a drought that has states desperate for water, food prices soaring and wildfires raging. It’s not raining. Be afraid. But, wait, it has rained this week. Rain means West Nile epidemics. It’s raining. Be afraid. Everyone panic. Or quit reading newspapers.

April showers bring Amy hysterics

I would like to blog about half a dozen things, but I have a histrionic 5-year-old ordering me to put everything we own into the basement. I guess we’re going to sit in the bedroom closet and twiddle our thumbs for a few hours.