Shadow Shot Shot

The weather was gorgeous yesterday. Still a bit chilly and windy, but the sun was beaming and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

We headed out to Manassas National Battlefield Park after soccer, and spent the day roaming the historic sites. Manassas (or Bull Run) was the site of two different Civil War battles, both victories for the Confederates. It's the place where "Stonewall" Jackson (literally) made his name..."There stands Jackson like a stone wall."

I'll write more about it later, but I wanted to share this shot with you. The sun was so bright and the shadows it cast were so very crisp. This cannon caught my eye and shouted out "Shadow Shot Sunday!" to me. For more fabulous shadow shots, visit HeyHarriet! and click on the links!

Rollin'

500 miles one way.

It never ceases to amaze me what kind of ground you can cover in an eight-hour day.

It just took me an extra day - the weather was kind of crummy, so I hung out in Knoxvegas for a day to let the clouds roll by. But - I'm back here in this straight-up thug town.
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When I got back, I sat out on the back porch and talked to my mom on the phone and just let the sunlight wash down on my face and seep into my pores. The daffodils and crocuses are peeking up through the mulch. The forsythia buds are growing larger. The birds were chirruping.

It made me think I just might make it.

No. It's not spring, yet, but it is coming. This hemisphere is on the upswing.

And all the people said...

oh yeah.

So Long, February, and Thanks for all the...

Well, I think I've complained about February long enough. It's the last day, and I've already moved on. I'm pretending that it's March already...

These guys and I will are heading to the south and the west about 500 miles to check in on things at the other homestead. We'll fit in all our dental appointments and try to meet up with friends and spend all our time in a whirlwind of activity before we fly north again on Wednesday, depending on what kind of an impression March is wanting to bring to this long, dreary winter.

So - due to lack of time and lack of internet connections at the house, I'll be taking the next few days off. I'll be taking my camera and sketchbook with me, so when I get back I hope to have a lot to share. I've pre-posted my photos to quirk, so you can find me over there if you're missing me...

Mercurial (Four Days to March)

I will not talk about the weather.
I will not talk about the weather.
I will not talk about the weather.
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I'm feeling very, uh, stormy today. Like I might, er, snow a little more and have wind gusts of 25 to 35 miles per hour. There's a low pressure system off my east coast and my barometric pressure has been dropping all day. I'm considering knocking down a few trees and power lines.

But.

I will not talk about the weather. Because that's just getting old.
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I will, however, talk about the fact that a low barometric pressure system makes me sleepy. Seriously. I'm like a walking barometer. My sinuses start getting wonky, I can't stay awake past 2 pm, and even with a nap I have to go to bed by 10. I'm a night owl, people - it's hard for me to talk myself into going to bed by 10, even when I'm so tired I can't stop the words on the page of the book I'm reading from flailing around the page like Mexican jumping beans.

Meh.

I need a good high pressure system to swoop in and take over, and bring some blue skies and warm...

I will not talk about the weather.
I will not talk about the weather.
I will not talk about the weather.
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Four things I love about the internet:

1. I just found out that lots of people are affected by barometric pressure, therefore I'm not a loony, because the internets said I'm normal. I am just feeling under the, um, weather.
2. Puppy dog photos. Seriously. Guaranteed to lift any mood.
3. Instant recipes. No cookbook needed.
4. Creative genius.

Five Days to March

I am almost incapable of watching television without having something else going on. Sometimes I knit, sometimes I read, sometimes I surf the web, sometimes I draw.

Sometimes I draw strange ravens with lots and lots of squiggly lines.

It means I miss important Olympic moments, sometimes.

But that's why I have a DVR. So I can rewind, catch the fabulousness, and then skip the commercials.

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The boys and I went outside yesterday. Outside! In the world! Where there was air and sunshine (sorta). It was very strange. It was very wet and still snowy and we just didn't care. I took a photo or 100, a couple of which you can see over at quirk.

Go, see what you've been missing, follow us and see what we're up to. Oooh. I just ended a sentence with TWO prepositions.

I'm awesome that way.

We're going to open quirk up to other photographers in April, and are looking for folks to play along. If you are a photographer who is looking for a project to stretch you a little, and are able to commit to posting a picture a day for one entire month, please send me an email, at diahnott (at) gmail (dot) com, with "quirk" in the subject line. We'll want to see some samples of your photography, so add a link to a blog or Flickr account in the body of the message. A Flickr account will be required for participation in the blog, but if you don't already have one, its a free account, and it makes posting easy and consistent.

We're thinking that we'll have two additional photographers each month, so once we get a few on board, we'll split up the names so we don't exceed that number. If there is a particular month that you know would work best for you, please add that to the email, as well.
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Five things I love about photography:

1. The moment. And how it freezes.
2. How simple things can look so majestic when framed just right.
3. Accessibility - anyone can take a photograph and tell a story.
4. Artistry - while #3 is true, it still takes an artistic eye to frame something up that makes you gasp.
5. Pulling out a camera in a public place instantly makes you invisible. It's true. 

Six Days to March

The Smarty got home last night, after a week (a L O N G week) away. He travels quite a bit, but rarely for more than a night or two, so this trip was a bit of a doozy, especially when he was originally scheduled to be back on Friday.

So, we were standing in the kitchen while I cooked supper, talking about everything he missed while he was gone, when I related a story to him about Smarty Junior, up there in the picture. Anyone who knows us, and knows Derek, knows that he's a unique individual...we like to call him "quirky"...and that he often exists only in his own private world. It's part of what makes him so sweet, honestly - but it can also make you a little crazy sometimes.

The story I was relating to Senior Smarty was this: while we were working on spelling words, I asked Derek to spell "moment." He looked up from his notebook, pencil in hand, and said...

"Remember when my tooth fell out all by itself and it didn't even bleed or anything? That was so weird."

*blink* *blink*

I don't know. Maybe he was thinking about significant moments in his life? How we wondered for a moment if he had swallowed the tooth? If the tooth fairy had hovered for a moment before leaving his dollar?

I just stared at him for a moment, and caught his eye. He shook his head and said, "that had nothing to do with spelling moment, sorry. M-O-M-E-N-T."

So, anyway - Smarty and I were laughing about it in the kitchen, wondering where he gets that spacey head of his, and all that. We got supper ready and sat down at the dining room table together for the first time in a week...SO nice.

Interjection:  I'm not a great cook. I do okay, but am constantly frustrated at my inability to cook a nice, juicy chicken breast...ALWAYS turns out dry. We'll now return to the story at hand. The very long story at hand. Please accept my apologies.

We're talking and eating and laughing, when I remark that the chicken was pretty good - not too dry and wow, I'm so glad. I get some mhmms from the boys, and then Dr. SmartyPants says,

"Man, my eustachion tubes are standing wide open from being on that airplane."

*blink* *blink*

Derek: "Dad! That has absolutely nothing to do with Mom's chicken!"

And so we come full circle...
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Six things I love about my family:

1. We laugh. A lot. At each other.
2. We all fit on one couch.
3. Did I mention the laughing?
4. Creativity is a prerequisite to any activity.
5. Snuggling is, too.
6. They tell me my cooking is fantastic. Except when it isn't. And then they tell me they just weren't very hungry.

Seven Days to March

I've just peeked at the calendar for the first time in a while - I couldn't stand to know exactly how long it would be February any more.

But there are only seven days left.

Seven days until March, and while I realize that March is still part of winter, there is something about the name that makes me think I can survive it.

March.

It's a verb. It's the only month that is a verb.

That's interesting.

Wait. I'm distracted. Deep breath. Moving on.

Marching...

SO. I'm going to make an honest effort to march into March with my head held high and my spirits ready to rise at the first sign of a crocus peeking through the snow or a forsythia blooming.

I took that photo last year, on March 12. So see? It's not long now...

Here we go...

Seven things I like about winter:

1. You don't have to work hard to have a good reason for hot chocolate.
2. My kids' eyes when they see the first snowfall, especially if it came overnight.
3. Branches bare enough to see the local wildlife.
4. The smell of wood-burning fireplaces.
5. Snuggling.
6. Extra quilts.
7. It eventually ends.

Cheeky

So.

We're sitting at the dining room table and I spy this big fella on a branch outside. I grab my camera and run out back to sneak a few shots before he spies me and takes off. When I zoom in, I notice the squirrel, sitting complacently above him - inches away from a large carnivore.

Cheeky little monkey, er, squirrel.

I think it's a Red-shouldered Hawk? Anyone know? You can't see it in this picture, but the underside of his tail is white with black (or dark-colored) banding. Here's a shot from the dining room window, through the power lines, but it shows the tail, too... The call it made as it flew away was more similar to a Broad-winged Hawk, which it also resembles, but they shouldn't be here right now...they should be down in South America.

Help a homeschooling mama out, peeps...

Needless to say, spelling words were swiftly (albeit temporarily) forgotten while we admired this gorgeous creature, talked about his (her?) beak and talons and speculated why the squirrel above was So. Very. Still.

It launched itself from the branch and soared overhead for a few turns, called out in its curiously tremulous voice and sailed out of sight.

...sigh...

Okay, class. Spell...tremulous...

"T - R - E...Wait a minute! That wasn't on the list!"

Cheeky little monkeys, er, uh, yeah - monkeys.

Oh, Canada

I found this leaf on the back steps, drenched in a puddle of meltwater from the snow on the roof, and immediately thought of Vancouver.

Are you watching? ARE YOU? Sorry. I get a little feverish about it. Shaun White! Lindsey Vonn! Shani Davis! Apolooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

And coming up tonight...how will Johnny Weir top the pink tassel and corset-style skating outfit? Could Yevgeny Plushenko be any more eeeevillll? Will Evan Lysacek rock the house? (ooohhh, I hope so...)

Oh, my goodness. It's a good thing it only lasts two weeks, or I'd never leave my house.

Actually, we did leave the house today for a little while. We headed over to the library to return my (late) books, then walked to the mall to treat the boys to a little golden arches luncheon. It was sunny today, and the light felt so good on my face, even with the frigid wind. When we got back to the house, we found this...



Uh. Crud.  I guess the three feet of solid ice is a bit much for the aluminum gutter, hmmm? Every other house on our block has the same problem.

Too much water...not enough sun...

kind of like me...

Chew Toy

No, not the bouncy ball...that cute little puppy would make an excellent chew toy for Raikki.

Oh, I'm just kidding. Don't be so serious.

He'd never chew on something so fuzzy.

The photo I used for this drawing was on the Flickr blog, and while I don't usually draw other people's pictures, I couldn't resist this cute pup. I figured it was just going into my sketchbook, so it wouldn't be too great an infringement, right? All credit to Flickr user shinichiro...

I was just so stinkin' glad to actually draw something again, I had to share it here.
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I mentioned a time or three that during the great Snowmageddon of 2010 I was working on a papier mache project, right?

Well, that was slightly derailed by Dr. SmartyPants moving his section of the think tank into my office and taking over my table. But...he's back in Thinkville for the week, so I've got tons of space to spread out and spread glue. Maybe I'll have it finished before he comes back. My main problem is one of deciding exactly how to finish it up....I'm in need of a little burst of inspiration.

Unfortunately, my inspiration is still covered in snow.

Which should melt sometime around April, I think.

I guess I could always take a blowtorch to it.

Look Up.

1. There's a little patch of blue sky up there.
2. I saw a Robin perched on the fence.
3. Daylight is lasting longer every day.
4. There are 4 days until it will be one month until spring.
5. Google has really cool Olympics graphics.
6. No one cried during math today.
1. AND we started long division. score.
7. Men's figure skating starts tonight.
8. I'm not in the bumper to bumper gridlock that has become the DC commute.
9. Taco pizza night.
10. Hmm. Radishes. Don't ask.

Stir Crazy - It's the New Black

Oh, mah people. It's snowing.

*whimper*

Maybe you've seen the news. Maybe you've seen how well our nation's capital handles such crises. Maybe you've seen the gridlock and the extreme, intense irritation of the folks in these here parts.

Yeah. It's not been good.

Our street still hasn't been plowed. There are few parking spots due to the piles of snow that people have made whilst digging their own cars out. Our next door neighbors broke our snow shovel, and can't find a replacement. The trash and recycling is piling up along with the snow.

And it is snowing.

Again.

Okay. Time for a new random list of happy things...

1. Apolo Anton Ohno. And his soul patch. Could he be any cuter?
2. The Olympics in general. I love 'em. I suddenly become this rabid sports fan for two weeks and just can't get enough. After those two weeks are over...there's a four-year lull in my winter sport cheering.
3. Flickr. I mean seriously - do you ever just go wandering about over there? There are some seriously talented people sharing photos. Go - explore - have fun. Then come back over here and tell me what amazing things you found.
4. Raikki and Chico are sleeping together. Wait. That sounds bad. I mean that they are crating together. It's a small sign of acceptance by Sir Grumplestiltskin, but it's a sign, nonetheless. We were stunned, surprised and delighted when we headed out to the store this weekend, and Chico ran and got into Raikki's crate before we could shut the door. Up until then, ever since Oscar died, Chico has had a bad case of separation anxiety. Now he's got a buddy. Things are balanced once again.
5. Google Buzz. Just got it. Interested. Always happy to find another way to procrastinate and/or waste time. Thanks Google!
6. Blogging. Keeps the whirlygig brain from exploding on days when I can't go outside and play. Like, say...FEBRUARY.
7. c'mon...at least one more thing...surely there's something...Dove chocolates...YES! Not good for the hips, but certainly good for the soul.

Alright, peeps. I'm signing off. Time to turn on the Olympics and see if I can catch a glimpse of the soul patch...

Shadow Shot Valentine

Happy Love Day, peeps.

For more shadow love, visit Hey Harriet! and click on the links!

1975ish

See that jacket? The one that looks like it stepped off a 1975 ski slope?

It looks like that because it stepped off a 1975 ski slope.

This one, and its twin that D has been wearing, belonged to Dr. SmartyPants and his older brother way back when. They (the jackets, not the brothers) are Sears and Roebuck classics, customized with Ferrari and Datsun and Alfa Romeo patches. Yes...Datsun. Not Nissan. DATsun.

My sweet mother-in-law pulled them out back at Thanksgiving to see if they would fit this next generation of close-in-age Ott brothers, and they were an instant hit. Everywhere we go, people ask about them - no one else has anything like it, and everybody loves the story behind them.

It almost makes me rethink my need to purge everything from my home on a twice-yearly basis...

Almost.

You Mean We're Allowed to Leave?

Guess what?

We left the house today! It's true! Even Dr. SmartyPants went outside! (the weather shut down the think tank...he's been thinking from home since Monday...) We even found a few cleared sidewalks, so that we could go somewhere.

We started out with the intention of heading to the Starbucks on the corner to get a coffee, but it was so great to be out and about, we headed down the road to a shopping center with a Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble bookstore. The boys had a blast, climbing over the huge piles of snow left behind by plows, and jumping into fresh, untrodden patches of snow in the FDIC courtyard.

A couple of hot chocolates, coffees and cupcakes later, we were sitting at a table in the bookstore, talking about The Beatles books on display, when a man walked down an aisle following his grey tabby on a retractable leash.

Yep. There was a man walking his cat inside the Barnes & Noble.

Shockingly enough, the cat was FREAKING OUT. It was low to the ground, ears flat against its head, hair standing up on end. It rounded a corner and slipped out of its collar, while the man tried to avoid being slapped upside the head by the retracting leash.

He chased the kitty around a couple of plinths, finally crying out to his wife, "A little help, Jill?" She gave him an exasperated look and finally helped herd the cat back to her husband. A few moments later, I saw her carrying the cat, while her husband trotted along behind her, with the soft-sided cat carrier. About that time I picked up my purse to get out my phone so I could tweet that nonsense, and Cat-Boy walked over, still holding the cat carrier, to ask if they could have our table.

Now. We weren't leaving, but even if we were, I mean...really? You're going to sit inside an eating establishment with your cat? With its little litter-digging paws?

Um. Eeewww.

Ode on a Snowy Day

The snowflakes come barreling out of the sky

Drifting on breezes that come passing by.

I admit that the crystals are pleasing to see

But why can’t they fall on one other than me?

White dancing snowflakes, so merry and gay

Streak past my window nearly every other day.

At this rate I cannot imagine just how

To ever leave home without stealing a plow.

Grand larceny doesn’t seem prudent, I know.

But neither does sitting here, buried by snow.

My only conceivable doubt with this grift,

Is finding a plow that’s not stuck in a drift.

So here I sit, waiting for spring to breeze in

Dreaming of beaches, and sun on my chin,

Determined that somehow, I’ll make it through this

Without having to sacrifice more of my sanity than is absolutely necessary, are you kidding me with this freaking snowstorm?

Well, Color Me Gobsmacked.

I'm a huge fan of The Pioneer Woman's website. She combines lovely gorgeous spectacular photography with witty writing and delicious recipes - it's really a great place to visit.

One of the things she does really well is break down photography for those of us who don't like to read manuals...she really gives great explanations for things like aperture and shutter speed and lenses and all those things that help you take fabulous photos but are too lazy to learn the old fashioned way.

I like to participate in her photography assignments over at Flickr, too, and compare my humble photos with some of the magnificent ones there.

So...I'm completely excited that she picked one of my photographs for her first group of standouts in the latest contest!  (scroll down toward the bottom and you'll see it!) It's the photo I posted to quirk yesterday, and I'm just over the moon to get a mention...seriously - go look at the Flickr group and you'll see why...

My excitement may carry me through the next blizzard...

Grumpy-licious

Just so you don't forget about the other "sweet" pup in the Ottwork compound...

By the way... 7 year old chihuahua + 12 week old boxer = very grumpy chihuahua.

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We're digging out here - literally. Our vehicle is technically freed of snow, although we haven't ventured out in it yet - we'll have to go out today and brave the icy streets - we're almost out of milk and dog food. Our local supermarket doesn't carry the dog food we need, so we'll be four wheeling it - in our 4WD.

We also have to stock up on food for the next few days.

BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO SNOW AGAIN.

Whew. Sorry. Had a little breakdown there. Another storm is heading our direction and threatens another six TEN TO TWENTY inches of snow on our poor little hacienda.

*whimper*

**deep breathing exercise**

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Positives:

1. Knitting is going well. It would go more smoothly if I could actually count.
2. My little papier mache project is coming along well. I'm excited about it, but not ready to show it yet. I'm still trying to decide the next step of it...
3. The Smarty's office was closed today so he's working from home. That means I can make him drive to the store. I've made it this long without driving in snow. I really don't intend to start now.
4. I've now seen every single James Bond film ever made. This week. Over and over and over. This may not be a positive.
5. Factor trees. It's things like this that make homeschooling worthwhile for me. 
6. I got a nice little feature here.
7. My kitchen floor was squeaky clean for about 5 minutes right after I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed it. And for those 5 minutes, I kept dropping food and picking it up and putting it in my mouth. Just because I could.
8. quirk. Linda and I are having too much fun over there, and I've been so delighted to see some of you following it. Thank you for the warm reception. 

Okay, peeps. Stay warm. Hug the ones you love. Spread some cheer.

peace...

Snow Crazy

I hail from much warmer parts of this fine country. I grew up in Louisiana, went to college in Alabama (Roll Tide...) In those places, a threat of snow warrants a huge response. After all - no one ever talks about the snow removal budget in Bossier City, Louisiana, because there is no snow removal budget in Bossier City, Louisiana. Nor are there any snow plows.

I can remember way back in 1993 when a winter storm swept through Alabama and dumped a foot of snow on us. We were stuck in our house for nearly a week without power or water. People in the deep south just aren't prepared for big snows.

Understandably. That big storm was 17 years ago...and hasn't been repeated since.

When there is a threat of snow in the southern parts of the United States, people head out to stock up on milk and bread and other staples out of necessity. They don't know when they'll get to a store again. They have to be prepared. They get a little crazy...

Understandably. There's also very little walking to the stores going on, especially in the more rural areas.

I always assumed that here, near the Mason-Dixon line, things were different. They HAVE snow removal budgets AND equipment. They have huge beehive shaped storage sheds for salt and sand. They have huge dump trucks with snow plows on the front. They know how to handle the snow. Here in Arlington, I can walk to the grocery store a block away if I run out of milk or toilet paper or whatever.

On Thursday, however, I found out a little differently. The boys and I went out Thursday morning to do our weekend shopping, thinking we would beat whatever crowds might be developing later during the day as school let out and people left work. I did intend to stock up on milk, because I have two growing (G R O W I N G) boys that go through a gallon faster than I can buy one. I needed a few other things to round out the menu as well.

We went to Target first, and it wasn't too bad. We got the non-food items on our list, and a couple of food ones, and had they had any milk (besides that dratted chocolate soy) I probably would have been done for the morning. But, they didn't, so we headed to Safeway to finish up.

The parking lot was already packed, so I left the boys in the car and ran in on my own. I grabbed a hand basket and went back to the dairy section and grabbed a couple of gallons of milk. I added one or two other items and went to the front of the store to check out...

There were 4 cashiers and 9 million people in line.

I grabbed a spot and settled in for a long winter's nap.

And then I was entertained completely for the next few minutes while the official store announcement lady had a nervous breakdown.

"Attention: all available personnel! We need everyone to come to the front of the store. I don't care if you are a cashier, a stock person or a bagger, you need to come up front. We have got all these people up in here because of the storm prediction and it is crazy. We have got to open up some more lanes right now...you know they closed that Seven Corners store and all those people have come over here to get their groceries because of that winter storm prediction and they are crowded up in the front of this store and we have got to have some help up in here..."

I could hear the panic in her voice.

This went on for a few minutes...an announcement...a moment of silence, where I assumed she was collecting herself...another announcement.

Then...another announcement. This one was very calm.

It was also made by a completely different person.

"Attention: all cashiers. Please come to the front and open your register. Thank you."

I'm afraid someone may have been put on administrative leave.

I paid for my small basket of goods and headed out to the parking lot as this announcement by the same calm voice was aired...

"Attention: customers. We recognize that due to the large crowd there are very few shopping carts available...if you need a shopping cart...(the voice was growing more stressed)...then we suggest...you go stand in the parking lot ...and wait for one."

I have a feeling it was a very long day at the Safeway...

Everyone Say it With Me...

Awwwwwwwwww. He's adorable!

Yes. Yes he is.
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I got up at 5:45 this morning and dug him a path to the backyard, after he tried to go walking in it on his own. The snow came up to his chin and completely freaked him out. Pretty funny.

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This was my morning's work in the front yard. It is already being obliterated. At 7:00 am, we were up to 17 inches, with another 5 to 9 inches forecast before the end of the storm. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny, and believe it or not, I'm eager to get out and see what two feet of snow looks like in real life.

But today? That snow is too wet for me to get out in while it's still falling...and I've got crafty, arty fun planned...

Wallop

Looking on the bright side...

1. I'll have plenty of time to make papier mache things, AND I have supplies for the making of...something I'm not telling you about yet.
2. I'll have plenty of time to work on the sweater I just cast on the needles today. I've never knit a sweater before.
3. Someone parked a snowplow right in front of my house, so there's hope that I'll actually be able to leave sometime in the next 72 hours.
4. There are no desserts hidden away, so I can't get really depressed about the snow and eat myself into a size mumbleymumble.
5. I've got my love to keep me warm.
6. The puppy can go out in the backyard without me, now. And he likes snow.
7. I'll have plenty of time to read my new book.
8. I'll have plenty of time to catch up on my Netflix stack.
9. I'll have plenty of time to figure out all the ins and outs of Wii Fit Plus.
10. I'll have plenty of time...

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Even if they do snore like a bandsaw.

Anybody know where I can get a CPAP for a dog?
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Well - the weather forecast for the weekend is calling for another great dumping of snow - up to 18 inches or so - so we're spending the day going out and about, soaking in the sunshine, and hoping for a little warmth to carry us through.

Not to mention bread and milk. We have bread. We have milk.

We will survive.
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And hey - you all know Melinda? This is for her...



Now run on over there and give her a big smooch.

Ahem.

Okay.  I'm changing tactics.

Look! It snowed!  Woo Hoo!  I'm so excited! All my life I've been waiting for a snow like this. I can hardly stand staying inside and looking at it...

It really is pretty, isn't it? This is a much wetter snow than we've seen here, and so it's clinging to the tree branches and power lines and transforming the urban landscape into some sort of fantastical confectionary.

I've been staying warm and dry - crafting and photographing and drawing and Wii Fit-ing and taking an occasional nap. I'll scan the drawing I did of Raikki last night and try to get it posted tomorrow. He's got some pretty cute wrinkles and rolls of extra skin...very much fun to draw.

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I have to tell you about the weird dream I had the other night.

I dreamt that I was divorcing Dr. SmartyPants and HE WAS TOTALLY OKAY WITH IT. All through the dream, I kept wondering


a. why I was divorcing him and
b. why he didn't seem to mind it at all.

Anyway - the boys and I found a nice house, located in a major drug selling area of whatever town we were living in, and the Smarty paid for it.

Happily.

Needless to say, he was in trouble when I woke up. YES, I know I was divorcing him, BUT...

He could have, at least, been a little saddened by it.

Hmph.

Open Sesame.

It's Groundhog Day, peeps. Punxatawney Phil saw his freakin' shadow.

Six more weeks of winter and two snowstorms predicted FOR THIS WEEK, DC.

Dang.

BUT.

I was so tickled that so many of you clicked over to quirk and checked out our little project. Thanks for the encouraging words, and thanks for the follows - it just reminds me that no matter the weather, I've got a nice bunch of warmth coming in through this here blogging portal.

You all are like my own personal spring breeze...

Sing it...

I've FINALLY painted something. I was so excited about it that I listed it in my shop, and made it my banner...

I think it's a sign that January is really over.

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I hinted that Linda and I were up to something, didn't I? Oh, yes. I did!

In January, we started the quirk project - a daily photo blog, where the emphasis is less on perfection, and more on learning to relax and enjoy the process. We're planning to continue it as long as we are learning from it, and are thinking we might open it up to other photographers on a monthly basis, after February is over.

Please feel free to come visit, check out what we did in January, and hang around and heckle encourage us on our journey.

Shadow Shot Snow. Again.

More snow. And snow.

Then there was the snow.

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You Say a Dusting, I Say a Dumping

When we went to bed last night, the forecast was for a dusting of snow, up to an inch. It started snowing around 9 am, and hasn't quit as of this posting. Just a wee bit more than a dusting, my friends.

The boys had their first class in the Winter Soccer Academy, run by DC United, this morning. Their coach is a DC United player, so they think they must have died and gone to soccer heaven. It was fun to watch them out there, keeping up with the other kids and having a great time. I was worried about putting J in with the U10 group, but he's still one of the tallest kids out there. D is the tallest, except for maybe one other kid.

They've only played one season, and it was pretty laid back, non-competitive style soccer, so this is (literally) a whole new ball game. While we were waiting for the boys' session to start, I was listening to some of those infamous soccer moms talk to each other and to their kids. Ugh.

I'm not a pushy mom. At least I don't think I am. I always encourage my kids to do their best, but I've tried very hard to never berate my children in public (or in private) about mistakes they make on the playing field. My motto has always been this:

Mistakes Are Great. That's How You Learn

I know. It's trite, but it's true.

So anyway. Let me relate the conversation I heard to you, 'kay?

Coach:  2 minute break - drink some water and come right back.

Competo-mommy:  "Kid," come here and get your water.

Kid: whawawhawawhawa (use your best Charlie Brown teacher voice here, please.)

Competo-mommy: Come and get your water. Why aren't you coming? What? Oh, you think I'm going to chew you out when you get over here. I saw that goal you missed. You deserve to get chewed out.

Kid: whawawhawawhawa

Competo-mommy: I'm not going to chew you out right here - come get your water. I'll be chewing you out on the drive home, son.

Let me just tell you, also, that she wasn't kidding.

sigh.

So. I'm afraid I won't be fitting in very well with the other moms at soccer academy.

I'll be too busy laughing at the sight of my kids trying to do jack-knife sit ups while holding a ball between their ankles.

HY.STER.I.CAL.

So funny, as a matter of fact, we all laughed about it on the way home...including my boys.

That just seems so much better than a chewing out...don't you think?

Have a Random List. (bullet points included)

• I've got such an urge to redecorate.
• I don't think it's in my lease, though.
• My dog snores more loudly than my husband. 
• But I poke my husband and make him turn over so he'll quit.
• My parents are awesomely awesome awesomators. 
• You'll just have to trust me on that one.
• I don't know how I've lived so long without radiant heat and a gas range. 
• I don't know how I'll live without them when we go back to Tennessee.
• Math is my sons' favorite subject. 
• Except for the addition. 
• And the subtraction.
• Harry Potter rocks. 
• But I still can't believe I cried over a house-elf.
• I'm halfway done cleaning out the corner cabinet in the dining room. 
• That means that half of the contents are still scattered all over the dining room. 
• Fail.
• I'm not going to complain about January any longer. 
• After Sunday. 
• On Monday, I promise to complain only about February.
• I love my Wranglers. 
• But I should probably wash them more often.
• I'm in the mood for papier-mâché creating.
• I'm taking that as a good sign. My creativity dips way below normal in the winter.

Have a random evening, peeps.

Sorry About That, Hon.

Dr. SmartyPants has strep, now.

Just trying to spread the love.
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Derek and I went into Target yesterday, to pick up some antibiotics for the Smarty, and I remembered I needed milk. I looked in their cooler, but all they had was some chocolate soy milk - they were completely out of every other type of milk product.

When I got back in the car, I was telling Smarty and Joshua about it. I mentioned that the only thing in the cooler was chocolate soy milk, and that just didn't seem all that appetizing.

Joshua commented, "Well. That's probably why they still had some."

That kid just doesn't miss a beat.
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The boys have been playing restaurant owners for the past few nights. They make their sign (lately, it's been Mexican Restaurant, and their names are displayed as Diego and Rico). They put on their aprons, and take orders, and serve the plates...all with "Mexican" accents. Joshua's accent sounds more Indian to me, and I mentioned that to him.

Derek told me it is because they are really from Indiana.

Apparently we need to work on geography a bit more.
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I was thinking about Melinda today, and she called me.

That happens a lot.

We're on the Psychic Friends Network.
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Linda and I have been collaborating on something that's been equal parts frustrating and exciting.

We're almost ready to let you all in on the secret.

But not just yet.

We need something fun for February.
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I'm wearing Wranglers.

Water, Water Everywhere

And here's some to drink.

Oh, lord at the rain. We had a brief period today of blue skies, and the boys and I were all, "Wha? The sky - it seems, I don't know...blue, maybe?" We really weren't sure what to do, exactly. We ended up taking a brief walk to the park.

Just long enough to watch the clouds roll in.

Every. Single. Inch. Of. Land. Is. Saturated.

Our backyard looks like we installed a pool.

The walk to the park goes squish squish squish, squish squish squish, squish squish squish...

It could be worse - I know that. There are no hillsides threatening to slide down upon us, no rivers about to crest and flood our home, no massive white-out blizzard.

And yet.

This unrelenting grayness has its own set of catastrophic circumstances. There is much to be said for sunny days, a bit of warmth on a face turned skyward, and what they can do for a body and soul. I want to be out in it - walking with my flip flops keeping time to the beat of my elated heart.

And yet.

I'll make it through, I know. I'll search for sunny shores online, dreaming of the day when I'll complain about the heat and the drought and would it go ahead and rain already. Somehow, winter starts to fade and spring begins the process of renewing and I'll jump in and join the parade of green shoots springing up from cold earth. In only a few short days, January will be but a distant, chilly memory.

Of course...then there's February.

Don't even get me started on February...

Shadow Shot Wings

imaginations give you wings

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Clown College

Head of the Class.

Raikki is doing great. He's obviously brilliant, and has taken to house training like a champ - we're 6 days and counting without any, um, indiscretions. He's settling down better at night, in his crate, whimpering a time or two before passing out cold.

He's also completely spastic, and maybe a little narcoleptic. I have video evidence - if I can get it uploaded later today, I'll share it. He flails around, acting like a little maniac for a few minutes, then flops down, takes a deep breath and starts snoring.

Chico has taken to walking around, muttering under his breath about hoodlums and whippersnappers and the like. He growls and bares his teeth every time Raikki comes near him. Raikki, being a young hoodlum whippersnapper, thinks that's the funniest thing he's ever seen and completely ignores him, unless he accidentally stumbles over him whilst careening about like a lunatic.

Quiet days are over here at the Ottwork compound. We have DRAMA, INTRIGUE, CONFLICT, COMEDY.

Maybe NBC should put us on at 10 pm.

Blind Contour Friday - 2010 FINally

Welcome to Blind Contour Friday! I hope you all broke out your pens and paper and played along this week, or that you'll play sometime before next Friday. All you have to do is create your own blind contour drawing, post it on your blog and leave your name and a link to your post in the Mr. Linky there at the bottom of this post.

If you're having trouble thinking of something to draw, you can check this great list of ideas and just pick one. Relax, pick up your pen and S L O W down while you observe what you are drawing carefully.

Please make sure you link your post back here so we can spread the word and add more and more players. If you use Twitter or Facebook, feel free to post it there, as well!

This is a blind contour drawing of what I could see in the corner of the living room...which always looks as if two boys under 10 live there. sigh.

The contour drawing gives it character, right?  RIGHT?

Isolate and Disinfect

I have strep throat.

And an ear infection.

Can anyone explain to me why I have it? Me? That woman who never goes out into public unless forced - whose hands are constantly raw from the washing and the washing and the disinfecting - whose children are homeschooled and couldn't have brought it home from school - the one whose husband does actually go out and spend lots of time around others, but ISN'T sick?

Yeah.

Maybe I got it from kissing my puppy. The one who snores like a bandsaw. But that doesn't really matter because ohmigoshheissocute.

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ATTENTION: BLIND CONTOUR FRIDAY PARTICIPANTS...
Tomorrow is Friday.
Yep.
It's on.
See you then...

Younguns

Oh, we're having so much fun. Raikki is doing great, and the boys just adore him. We're going for his first vet check tomorrow, and I'm sure he'll be found quite healthy. He's starting to feel comfortable enough to play more and more, he's doing great with the crate training, and only had to go out one time last night...which meant more sleep for me, thank you very much.

Speaking of me...I feel a bit like a truck ran over my head. Fever, chills, sore and swollen throat...not sure what I have, but I think we'll be Netflix-schooling today.  Thank heaven for their "watch instantly" function.

Back to the couch...

Please Forgive Me

But he's so dang cute. Pretty much all the posts this week will be about Raikki.

He's much more laid back than I anticipated. My experience with puppies in the past was that they were nutso. He's beginning to relax a little today and play more, but he's still not as curious and into everything as other puppies I've had.

The boys are in love - especially Joshua, who is convinced that Raikki likes him better than anyone else.

Chico, however?

Chico is pissed.

I'm pretty sure that when we walked in last night, with this big, awkward, ridiculous puppy, I heard Chico say, "WTF?"

The fact that this 9 week old is already bigger than Chico isn't helping.

I'm still counting on the puppy breath to win him over...

There's a New Kid in Town

We all needed a puppy.

Raikki* is a 9 week old boxer puppy who needed some people.

It was a good deal all around.

* Raikki is named in honor of 2007 Formula 1 World Champion Kimi Raikkonen. 

Disappearing Act

Sorry for the lack of activity around these parts.  I was off gallivanting with Melinda.



And my mom.

We were not drinking margaritas.

Nor were we eating chips and salsa.

Just so you know.

I'll be back to the land of unlimited internet access tomorrow, I think. Maybe things will resume some semblance of normality by then...

Eleven

For the first time in 11 years, we aren't together on this day.

Just a fluke, really - another trip interfered - one I couldn't miss, and one he understood.

After 11 years, that happens, I suppose.

Or it should.

Understanding, I mean. After all - after 11 years together, who knows me better? Who understands my deepest needs and grandest desires? Who has been there throughout the pinnacles of happiness and the depths of despair? Who has held my hand and listened as I spilled out the junk that accumulates inside my heart sometimes?

He has.

Who has watched and waited for me to muscle through the pain of disappointment and depression? Patiently. Generously. Lovingly.

He has.

Who has as firm a grasp on my heart as he did 11 years ago?

He has.

(And who is absolutely ridiculously handsome? Yep - you guessed it...)

Happy Anniversary, my sweet love. DRUL 3.14159265...

Today

Sitting at DePalma's with Melinda.

Life is sweet when you can spend time with the very best of friends.

I Think a Change...

Will do you good...



And suddenly he's aged 5 years.

sigh.

Poor Little Guy

Chico.

He's sad. Grieving. Losing his marbles.

He's a shell of the little guy he used to be, and I don't know what to do for him. He's exhibiting signs of separation anxiety. He hates...HATES...to go in the crate (even with the promise of pepperoni).

He's lost his spunk and verve.

Anybody have any experience with a dog who has lost his buddy?

Words of wisdom?

Please?

Shadow Shot Pyramid

In the National Gallery of Art sculpture garden.

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Yeah. I Know.

It's the SECOND day of January and I've not blogged.  I'm sorry. There's no Blind Contour Friday, there's no new header. I'm terrible.

But.

I have a new haircut.

And a chip(munk) on my shoulder.

I'm rested.

I'm almost done with Diet Cokes.

I'm sitting at a table with Linda.

I'll be back to blogging soon, I promise...