Just pics

Just a few pics of the critters around the house.
>This bird nest is in the garage so we are periodically dive bombed as we go to and fro. We're looking forward to the eggs hatching and the wee birds moving out so we can close the garage door finally.

A little bunny hiding under a tree. Forrest spends a lot of time watching the bunnies running through the neighborhood. Thankfully he only watches and hasn't brought any home.
And of course Beau loves a rainy day with the covers over his head.

Odds & Ends

My beautiful niece Cayla has lost her first tooth this week. The Tooth Fairy was appropriately generous and she has a mouthful of wealth ahead of her.

This little guy has been hanging out in the back garden the last couple of weeks and we finally got a pic of him. He spends his time chattering at Forrest and driving him to distraction because he can't get to him.
I'm looking forward to Spring break followed by yet another session of school. I started a pair of socks as a reward for finishing this session. Only two more assignments to turn in! Colinette Jitterbug is a lovely yarn with a tight twist. Very nice to work with. My goal is to complete the first sock on this break and the second one by vacation in June. Posting will continue to be sporadic but I will keep it up as often as I can.

Let it Snow!

As long as I can stay in and be warm it can snow all it wants. Which means that all snow must cease and desist by 0530 tomorrow because I have to go to work. Lord knows I'd rather stay home and watch the dog priss outside trying to his feet dry. Here is the last FO for a while. Mo needed some thick warm socks for the North Dakota winter.


This is around 1100 - Snow just starting



Ooooh look - 2 whole inches of snow!

Yes I am entirely aware of how pathetic it is to get excited over such a small snowfall. But hey, It doesn't happen around here very often and staying inside, drinking hot chocolate, and watching snow fall is a pretty sweet way to spend the day.

Punk'd

I received a phone call at work yesterday that made me absolutely positive I was being punk'd. Then I realized I wasn't. It was not to be believed so here is the transcript.
My beautiful secretary Natasha answers the phone. There is a long silence followed by a confused look. Then she puts the caller on hold and calls me to the phone.

Caller: I need to talk to someone about getting my wife pregnant.

Me: You do realize you've called Labor and delivery, right sir? ( thinking what radio station is doing prank calls?)

Caller: Yeah, but who do I need to talk to? I need to get my wife pregnant.

Me: Sir, You've got to accomplish the deed before you need my services.( Giving Tasha a dirty look)

Caller: Yeah, See, my wife can still tote a baby but she got her tubes cut, tied and burnt so we gotta get somebody to do that thing where they take a needle and get some of me and put it with some of her in a test tube and then put it up in her to grow.

Me: So you need to see a doctor about reversing her tubal ligation?

Caller: They can do that?

Me: Yes, they can do that. (Oh God, you must love stupid people - there are so many of them)

Caller: So who do I need to call?

Me: You need to consult the phone book and find a doctor near you who does this procedure. ( Please don't let him live in Conyers)

Caller: I'm in McDonough can't you recommend somebody in McDonough?

Me: ( Sweet Jesus- I live in McDonough) Sir, This hospital is in Conyers. Our doctors don't practice in McDonough.

Caller: Yeah but that's only like 10 miles from where I'm at.

Me: Sir, I don't know where you are. But you'll have to find a doctor who does this surgery and talk to them about getting your wife pregnant.

Caller: So you can't recommend somebody?

Me. No Sir.

Long pause.

Caller: Well, Thank you. ( hangs up)

You just can't make this stuff up.

They are out there

My wildlife pictures can't compete with Brittany's but here are a few from this week. The birds are nuts for this feeder. They typically clean it out within a day or two of my filling it up. I think the squirrels are helping.

Here is my nemesis with a friend. They appear to be looking for a way to tunnel into the garage to crunch my car. They will fail.

They know I am on to them.

Boredom

Ok, Boredom is a dangerous thing. It's a nasty rainy day here in the ATL so what do I find while browsing the innerwebs but a way to see what my next child might have looked like. This was fun and easy so I want to see wht the rest of you come up with.

Knitter's night before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree,
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.

When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.

Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Knitpicks and Clover!
Move Noro! Move Artyarns! Move Classy!
Move over!

Loopy, don't circle round, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."

I peeked thru the glass. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.

As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.

A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosey red face.

The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a label:

"S.C." in duplicate stitch on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then 2--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.

He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! Look at that! He was finished by two!

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"

Merry Christmas to all my friends and family - Knitters or not.
I love you all.