Everyone Ready for the Weekend?!

We'll be spending this holiday outdoors and with friends. Hope you all have plans to relax and enjoy yourselves over the 3-day weekend, and that your weather is cooperating. The weather here is partly gorgeous with a chance of awesome. See what I did there? I could have just said "sunny and warm," but oh, no, I had to go and get all cheesy on you. That's how I roll, people.


While you're running around, preparing for road trips and barbecues, thinking about the price of gasoline and the price of hot dogs, don't forget to think about the price of freedom. Thank you, men and women of the military!


Have a great weekend, and I'll see you on Tuesday with lots of pictures.






Dinner last night: french dip sandwich

Exactly one year ago:

Shady Character

Exactly two years ago:

Jump Rope Fun

Let the Torture Begin

Soccer season has arrived. My daughter's team is "playing up" again this summer, which means they compete in an older age bracket—a bracket in which the older girls are bigger and faster and harder to beat.

Fortunately, my girl can hold her own.

Dinner last night: leftovers

Exactly one year ago:

Boots at the Beach

Exactly two years ago:

Dirty Details Revisited

Stealth Birdwatching

Birds have been . . . well, flocking back to Alaska in . . . er, flocks. We're seeing tons of red-breasted robins and black-and-white magpies hopping about our yard. Can I catch any of them on film? NO. They're crafty little things. Turns out, bird photography isn't as easy as I thought. I wait and wait and wait for a bird to land nearby . . . slowly raise my camera to my eye . . . poise my finger over the button, and . . . AARGH! Off the bird flies.

I figured I'd have better luck photographing my fine feathered friends down near the water, where the seagulls are nesting in the marsh grasses. Based on my past experience with robins and magpies, it should not surprise you that I was unable to capture the image of a single stinkin' seagull. However! Miraculously, I was able to snap a picture of the rare and wily . . .

. . . sitting duck.

This little guy refused to look me in the eye.

When I tried to get his attention . . . 

. . . he flew off. How rude.

Dinner last night: baked ziti, green beans

Exactly one year ago today:

School's Out!