Crap, I'm getting a bit of flack

For not posting, hm, who thought anyone was reading this blather!?!? Y'know, you people REALLY need to get out more! (ok, it's all my mom and the people she pays to read this)

I need to feel somewhat inspired (read: not lazy) to post, plus it's been crazy-busy here. With the slow slide into winter, everyone is panicking about getting ready for the long, dark season that is just around the corner. Whupps! I guess I need some wood! Oops! Need to clean up the yard so everything isn't buried all winter. Uh oh! Guess I need to get a WINDOW in that hole in the wall. Hmm, maybe that last one is just me...

Here's Gracie, helping with... well, keeping the couch warm.

She's very tolerant when I want to dress her up.

In other news, I'm becoming a pretend electrician this weekend. With approximately 25 hours of schooling, I too, can wire my own home! It's just that easy. I forsee myself ripping my hair out after the first 20 minutes going "what the HELL is he talking about?!?! Voltage? Amps? What? I need a calculator for this freakin' class? No one told me math was involved!!!" Aghhh... once again, my brilliant plan of attempting to save some money might backfire, but we'll see.

Hey, I can't do worse than the time I wired a heat lamp into my dog condo. Yes, I really did that. Now THAT was a bad idea. Straw + dog fur + heat = no more dog condo & singed dogs. I guess I could learn a few things about wiring.

In related news - my wood pile from the clearing of the driveway. Most of it's pretty dry. Some not-so-much.

That'll last two days (ok, maybe 2.5...) at -40, but maybe we won't have any of that this year!! (she says optimistically)


Esther, her wiggly bum and black eyes run amock in the semi-dark. I had no balls to throw as they ate them all, so we pretended. Ok, I pretended. They caught on fast when I was throwing grass. You can't throw grass very far.


One of the times Esther bought into my mind games! Haha!


Ok, so Pooh Bear! NEVER caught onto my fake game, she's oblivious to the world around her. In case you're wondering, that's her on the left narrowly missing the now resident "Old-Crotchety-Guy" Rupert. But she doesn't even really play fetch. Her game of fetch is to make AS MUCH noise as possible (SCREEEEECH) and run with the rest of the group, and SCREEEECH and BARK as they all close in on the ball. She doesn't even slow down and just keeps running in circles back to me. So much energy. So little brain.


Here's a rabid & possessed looking Ripper. He didn't buy the game and was not happy the balls were destroyed. I explained to him that it was pretty much all HIS fault that we were ball-less. He claimed not to know anything about that. All we had was a rope toy (which they didn't seem to like) and he had to resort to trying to destroy that. Desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose. He had to try and destroy something! But ha! It's still intact!