Sledding With My Dad

Well, it's more like sliding and boarding while Dad

smokes a cigar and films me. We walked a couple

hundred yards up the street to our local sledding hill.

Olivia is usually a double-planker, but she's shown

interest in her sister's gig.  After a little encouragement,

she takes to the hill like a seasoned snowboarder.

When we got back home, I uploaded the photos and

videos.  Olivia then commandeered the laptop and 

disappeared into the other room.  What resulted was

the following presentation.  She's so cool. 

 



Freeze Frames

These photos were taken today by my friend and sometimes crew,

Cathie.  She and her husband John visit their boatyard often

in the off-season, and always come back with great pics.  Thanks,

Cathie.  Hang in there- only a couple more months!

Just Because

WTF

This is Jersey, not Buffalo.  Enuffalo!

At 11:30, I broomed off her car and then shoveled around it to

give my daughter a head start for school in the morning.  It was

still coming down pretty hard with 3-4 more hours of snow on the

way. She'd better get her butt up and out there early.  Even with a

90 minute delay, she'll be cutting it close...too close, I guarantee.

Then I shoveled a pit stop for the wiener dog.  After much coaxing,

she bowed her head and let her rip.

And now you're gonna make me wait?

Contrary to popular folklore,

Mr. Green Jeans was not Frank Zappa's father.

Food is Love

Who can tell me what the food is and from whose

blog it came? They are all from My Daily Bread.