So, did you get tired of looking at the one word meme yet?

I know I did.




Why doesn't the boy like baseball? Or, really, even soccer. He used to like soccer - was pretty good at it, even. Doesn't he realize that they don't play soccer at the crack of dawn?








Hey, at least I got to catch the sunrise - even if it was in the rear view mirror.





And because, to you guys, the hockey pictures probably all look about the same - here's one from a few weeks ago.

But hey, this game was different - the boy got a shot a playing wing (usually he's on D) and he had three breakaways and he skated faster than he's EVER skated. We were speechless. And we haven't told him but his coach plans on skating him up again this week. Plus his team is 9-1-0 (woohoo for the squirts!)



Then, sometime later.... when the rest of the world was awake...

A christmas tree cutting expedition. Notice the lack of winter jackets and gloves and such? Yeah, well it may be nice weather for picking out a tree but it does not really make me want a tree. At all. How do you folks in California do it?


Turkey pot pie for supper.







Well now, days have passed. The tree is decorated, the pot pie a distant memory. The days fly by...chess club, daisy scouts, work, guinea pig.

Which, by the way, the guinea pig is mine. No longer any doubt (at least in my mind). The thing is such a little bundle of stress he's pulling his hair out. Just like I always threaten to do. He's my kindred spirit.

Blogger has me on a deadline.

I need to go comment on someone's site and all I get where the usually gobbledy gook of word verification letters are is this: Visual Verification. As in that's where the verification SHOULD be. No letters to type. So I can't comment. It. Is. Killing. Me.