A clue! A clue!

I'm making plans to be in Louisville on June 3! Anybody else going to be there?

45 Minute Transformation

This post-blizzard ritual is called "digging out the car."





I used our dust pan and a tupperware dish to scoop most of the snow off of the roof. Luckily, I found a snow shovel leaning against the building so that I could scoop away the snow from behing the car. The only casualty was the tupperware dish which somehow got misplaced in the process.





Most of the snow on the right of the car came from the top of the car. I cleared the left side but decided to leave some snow for the plowman tomorrow.

After all that work I celebrated with a snow angel.

Snow Photos

The snow began accumulating early this morning . . .



and continues on still.









We're in the 18 to 24 inches swath on the map. Jay is stuck in Dallas on his way back from Reno because his flight got postponed until tomorrow.

So it's just me, the birds and the squirrels.

Previously Promised Pictures

The Prototypes


The Final Four



(You can't see it very well but the alien ended up with a single yellow/black eye. I'll have to look for a better picture because I was pretty proud of it.)

Practicing for Sisterhood


Emilee kept handing the alien puppet to Grandpa and saying "Tell me about the alien." As soon as Dad got the puppet on his finger she would reach for it and proclaim "No, mine Grandpa." I think she has the whole older sister thing down.

Succombing to the Socks (or Getting My Knitting Geek On)

At the end of January I threw my name into a huge pot called The Great Sockapaloooza (There are supposed to be that many o's.). In doing so I have committed to knit a random stranger a pair of socks by May 2nd or as I like to call it May Day plus 1.

I thought about it long and hard before I decided to join what the cool kids call my first "knit-a-long."

Of course, I've never actually knit a pair of socks and really tiny needles kind of scare me. What if I slip and poke out my eye? Or puncture an ear drum?

Could happen.

There's also the procrastination factor.

Because I mean 2 months to knit 2 socks. Come on, I knit 30-some-odd finger puppets in like 3 weeks. So what if the kids didn't get their presents until after Christmas. It was like a bonus Christmas. Let's not talk about the poor sad elephant parts that are haunting my knitting basket just waiting to be sewn together.

At this point I was going to show off my cute finger puppets but um, I can't find my pictures, or the drive that they are stored on.

Jay, if you're reading this in Reno, "HELP!"