Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Introducing Heath

Wow, it's been along time. I guess that is what happens when you go back to school. Since I am on winter break, I will belatedly introduce the newest family member. Our house has been taken over by the cutest kitten ever. This is Heath, our Maine Coon cat.

5 months old, the day he came home


Heath is addicted to watching television

under the Christmas tree

Christmas morning. Wrapping paper is the best toy

cat nap

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Homecoming Day

I thought it would be fun to look back at some pictures of the days our current dogs came to live with our family. The two oldest are missing because they predate digital pictures. Someday I'll go back and look for theirs and see if I can convince my scanner to work. For now...

Here's Annie. She came home with us in April 2005. Quite possibly the cutest puppy ever!

She was supposed to be Duane's girl

The kids were so small!

September 2007 I took Rhiannon to pick up her Maverick from his foster mom.

February 2009 I brought home my Brynley boy.

He was pretty cute too!

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Papillion Days Parade

Rhys makes his debut with the PLHS Marching Band!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Big Muddy

Pedestrian bridge from the Omaha side

looking from Nebraska to Iowa


The Missouri River is near flood stage. I've been wanting to check out the Bob Kerry Pedestrian Bridge since it opened a few months after we moved here. We finally went today.

Saturday, April 23, 2011


We have had a miserably cold spring break. Still, it is spring and baseball season has begun!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Back on the bikes

Seems like the bikes and the kids get bigger every year. I don't have to wait for them anymore. After gifting  son with my fast hybrid bike, he dropped me in the wind like a hot potato (or a teenage boy and a middle-aged mom). Daughter is still a little kinder to me.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

What happened to spring?

We had some fabulous weather, but then it changed - to this
This is my new favorite hot tea, and I need it in this weather!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Bear Repair

A couple of nights ago, Brynley was wanting to play with his purple bear. Brown teddy, city squirrel, or moo cow wouldn't do. It had to be purple bear. But purple bear had a problem, a hole in his head was losing stuffing.
No one knows how purple bear came to have a hole in the head.

Luckily, Daddy thought repairs could be made, and purple bear could be saved.

Brynley kept a close watch on the proceedings to make sure purple bear was well-cared for.

It was a happy moment when his purple bear could be returned.

Thanks, Dad!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Brits, blogs, and stuff

I've been reading blogs today. I'm sick you see. Nastiest case of strep throat ever. I took a peak at my throat yesterday, it looked like swollen cauliflower in there (gross!), so I immediately gave up any guilt about laying around sick. Doctor said I had to be in like quarantine for 24 hours because of being terribly contagious. Even Husband was impressed (though I think he's still half convinced I'm just trying to be lazy and inconvenience him). I'm improving today thanks to wonderful antibiotics and lots of tylenol and ibuprofen to control the fiery pain in my throat. Presumably, I am allowed out of quarantine, now my first 24 hours on antibiotics are up, but really, I just don't have the energy. So here I am.

Oh yes, blogs. I've been reading blogs. I love blogs about all things British. I read several blogs by British expats in America and sometimes by American expats in Britain. My mom (mum?) is a British expat. She is an American citizen and has lived in California longer than most California natives. She is very American to most Brits, and yet still somewhat British to most Americans. My dear godmother is another British expat. So as you can see, I had a fair bit of British influence growing up. Basically this just means that I speak with just enough hint of English syntax or vocabulary choice for people to think that I'm a snob. I'm really not. It's just how the voice in my head (which often sounds suspiciously like my mother) talks. Me, I'm just a California girl with British accented voices in my head. Oh dear, I shouldn't admit to voices in my head! My brother and I, I think, are both convinced at times that we were supposed to have been born in England and should have grown up as Brits. But that would be another story.

So, these other bloggers all seem so witty and clever. Some are so funny. I'd like to be, but I think only I really think so. Some are so artistic or good at crafts, definitely not me. Some are fabulous photographers. My pictures are decent, but nothing out of the ordinary. Some of the blogs I read are by amazing dog trainers and top agility competitors. I'm average. Actually, I've been feeling a little guilty for the last month or two because, honestly, I've done almost no training with my brilliant young dog. I mean seriously, have you looked at the weather here? It sucks this time of year. It's cold, there is snow. Agility is something I play when the temperature gets above 40 degrees and the snow and ice go away so I can play outside. So there. That's just how it is. That's all for now.

Here's a kind of cool picture I took of a storm coming in last spring. I can't wait for spring.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

a little too much winter

Mickey and Annie reluctantly participated in provided some perspective on how the local landscape appearance has changed since my last post.
Mickey is on our driveway in the front yard by the walkway.

Annie is actually in the street here. It does make a kind of nice backdrop.

We live on the inside of a circle, where the snowplow leaves all the snow in a nice mountain for us.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

a winter walkabout

A day that's chilly but sunny means I may as well get the dogs out for a walk. 
Mickey was put out at being left home, but I assured him it was too cold for his approval (plus I can't manage three walking and him in the baby sling, he's not up for long walks yet)

my little corner of Nebraska

So not going to let go of Maverick's leash, there were birds flying around!

our little lake we walk down to and around
warmer at home