Email me


Journal entries:




Sign up for email notifies:


Map yourself!


RSS Feed




Check out:

If you watch nothing else on the web this week, watch THIS VIDEO. It is possibly the best thing I have ever seen, EVER. I say that a lot, but I really mean it this time.


Dog's thick, shedderrific fur is finally useful.






Saturday, December 3, 2005


It's rare that Seattle sees any snow, and that's why we all drive like wimpy jackasses at the first white flurry.


Warm cat, COLD HEART.


There was only about an inch, but it packed quite nicely. Not pictured: the sweet-ass moment when I tagged JB with a miraculously-aimed snowball. Yesssssss.


"This is pure snow! It's everywhere! Have you any idea of what the street value of this mountain is?"


Mighty Christmas tree hunter and his kill. The only thing missing from this picture is a trail of blood and maybe a loop of gutshot intestine or two.


I am attempting a carefree smile here, but my frozen claw hand says "should have brought mittens, dumbass".


A Dog and her Old Navy frisbee.


I wonder where Riley gets those expressions from? Hunh.


Just so you don't think we spend all our time exposing the boy to the elements, here he is, nice and toasty and coated in a delicious, sugary glaze...


Not that I would ever, um, bake my child for 25 minutes in a 425 degree oven then lasciviously devour him with a large spoon.

« back ::: next »