Life Goes On

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The good news is, I’m feeling much better. Not 100%, but better. My head still feels all clogged up, but I guess that’ll pass in time. I did work yesterday, which is good. I’m working today, too, which is also good.

Unfortunately, that’s about all the excitement I have to talk about.

Riveting, eh?

Perhaps today will bring all sorts of cool stuff to blog about. One never knows. Check back later if you want to see how today pans out.

Wildlife in ToadMama’s Backyard

There was lots of bird action in our backyard today. Instead of posting them all one by one on my Blog, I posted them on Flickr and embedded them below for easier viewing.

I hope you enjoy them. Let me know if you have a favorite.

Going to the Dogs?

You know, I could rename this Blog The Dogs’ Life and it would be totally appropriate. Sometimes it feels as if the dogs have taken over. They haven’t. But it is winter, I’m sick (still), and there’s just not a lot of other stuff happening that’s worth blogging about.

Although here’s an interesting fact Hubby pointed out yesterday… this is the first time in two years I’ve gotten sick from a source other than one of the grandchildren.

I did manage to catch some interesting pics yesterday, which I’ll share here for your entertainment. It’s a bit of a hodgepodge of images, but I believe you’ll find them interesting.

“Mom. I’m boooooored.”

“Um, me, too, Mom. Are you going to sit on that chair under those blankets all day? Huh?”

C’mon, Mom. Look! There’re all kinds of critters out there!” (Note: I have a feeling our sliding glass door will be perpetually dirty for years. It’s my fault. A full birdbath and bird feeders will do this when you live with two bird dogs.)

Wondering what kind of critters she is referring to? Birds mostly. See for yourself.

There are Dark-eyed Juncos (above, on top of feeder; that’s a Tufted Titmouse in the feeder).

Tufted Titmice in action.

At least one White-breasted Nuthatch.

And squirrels.

Oh yeah, there are Blue Jays, too

It’s been quite interesting. There have been some other visitors here today, which I’ll try to get pics of between naps if I can.

Let me know if these animal pics bore you.

How Can You Not be Moved

I can’t breathe. My eyes are watering. My nose HURTS from all the wiping. The trashcans are filling up with used Kleenex…

TMI? Okay, I’ll be more succinct. I’m still sick.

I don’t know where this cold came from. (Eric, I think, but I can’t be sure.) It doesn’t matter really. I’ll get better. But for now, I’m happy. Since I am sick and there’s not a lot for me to do at the office, I took a sick day. What a day to be sick. I can lay on the couch, all snuggled up with my critters, and watch TV.

That’s not usually a very appealing thought. Since usually I’d be stuck watching stuff like Jerry Springer, or reruns of old movies, or perhaps a How It’s Made marathon. But today, I have a warm, front row seat to the most historic inauguration in history.

I’m not a political person. I didn’t vote for Obama. But how can you not be moved by this occasion?

I’m a sentimental sap. I admit it. But this is huge.

The National Mall is a sea of people. It’s been packed for hours despite below-freezing temperatures. I can only imagine the energy.

There was a very old African American man on the news last night. He’s lived through a lot. Just imagine what this day means to him. A man who himself picked cotton. A man who himself was told, numerous times, he wasn’t good enough to be in the company of white folks.

Can you imagine, really, what this day means for him and others like him?

I’m not thrilled to have a Democrat in power. But I am thrilled by what today represents. And now, I’m going to sit back, wait for the drugs to kick in, and enjoy it.

It Doesn’t Take Much to Make Us Happy

By “us” I mean my dogs and me. The “much” I’m referring to is snow.


To be quite honest, today didn’t start out so great. I have a cold. It started late last night. I felt like crap this morning AND I had a work project due.

Once I had fed the dogs, ingested some much-needed coffee and got the work processes rolling, I decided to head downstairs for a breakfast break.

That’s when I noticed that it was snowing. Snowing! Big, fat flakes.

I LOVE snow. I especially love it when it is unexpected. Even if I had watched the weather forecast, I would’ve been surprised. They were calling for snow showers. This morning’s event wasn’t a shower. It was coming down hard.

“Girls,” I said excitedly. “It’s snowing. Wanna go out?”

Meg, not being a morning dog, wasn’t very excited. Until she got outside and Belle got her going. Then she was running so fast even her old, heavy ears were flying.

We only got about an inch of snow. And it only lasted for a couple of hours. But those couple of hours were fun. Wanna see how much fun? Check out the SNOW DOGS on my Picasa site.

Once I get rid of this cold and start feeling human again, I’m going to do the snow dance. I am ready for some major snow. Doesn’t the Blizzard of ’09 sound like fun? C’mon, doesn’t it?

Family Friend’s Brush with Fame

Most of my readers know my longtime friend, Carol. Carol’s niece, Kelsey, is not as familiar. But she’s familiar to me. Kelsey is a year or so older than my baby, Eric. I still remember the shock when I learned she was getting married. Where does the time go!?! Then I learned she was to become a mother. Kelsey, a Mom? Wow.

Here’s a picture of Kelesy with her hubby, Larry, and 4-month-old daughter, Madison.

Don’t they make an adorable family?

I met Larry very briefly a couple of weeks ago when he stopped by my house to pick something up for the baby. It was midday, the dog was barking, and I was in the middle of work, so we didn’t exactly get to visit. But from stories Carol tells, he’s a very nice guy. The perfect complement for Kelsey. He also happens to be an Iraq war veteran who barely escaped the war with his life.

Why am I telling you all this? ‘Cause they got invited to an inaugural ball and made the news as a result. Watch the video to see for yourself.

Isn’t she gorgeous? I still can’t believe our little Kelsey is a wife. And a Mom! But it all sure seems to agree with her.