Artist at Work

Julius sits at his easel painting a volcano.

Sewing the Seeds

Okay, it's way to early to be planting but he wants to. We planted sunflower seeds in starters and have put them in a freezing cold north window because that's the only place Tristan can't reach. He checks the seeds ever hour to see if they are growing.

Bring It On

I didn't realize I had such power until today. This morning I steppped out of the shower and heard a few drops hitting the metal roof of our back porch. Since I was alone and unfettered I bellowed playfully,"BRING ON THE RAIN. BRING ON THE LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER. UNLEASH THE POWER OF THE MIGHTY ELEMENTS OF RAINFALL AND STORM!" About two minutes later all hell broke lose and now I have no way to get to my car without getting soaked. Tomorrow I will try this with lottery tickets.

Bad in My Last Life

I must have been bad in my last life. Here I am in 20 degree weather on top of the bluff with the wind whipping around me and an Australian Shepherd leaping on me. I feel like a member of the Donner party, only less hungry. I have to stay and take pictures of 30 more lots of this subdivision. At least I will die looking at a nice view. I was hoping for something better on my tombstone than "she died for real estate."

Bathroom Brawl

Julius and Tristan brawl over an empty shampoo bottle filled with water. Julis says it is "beard protein".

Old Man

Julius pretends he is an old man with a long beard.

Currently Reading

Great book! Amusing in a self-indulgent chick lit kinda way.