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Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Mystery solved
Well, the mystery of the coyote is solved.
If you've followed my minor obsession with this animal you should know that I have practically gotten into several car accidents because my head is usually craned and scanning the hillsides for him as I drive down the mountain. Since I first saw this animal, I have kept my camera handy at all times and it is true that I dragged Todd out in the middle of the night to search for my mysterious friend.
You will be happy to know that this means I won't be blogging about him anymore.
You can stop cheering now.
As it turns out, our furry friend is definitely a coyote and not a fox. How do I know? Todd and the kids saw him this morning at the side of the road. Apparently he had been hit and killed by a car.
Todd, being ever so sweet with my feelings, had a difficult time telling me about his findings. Here is the email I received from him this morning.
"Hello Babe,
I don't know how to tell you this. It is NOT good news.
While I was driving the kids to school this morning we saw the coyote. I'm certain he is a coyote. Unfortunately he was hit by a car and is at the side of the road. It's a real shame. The kids and I felt bad for you.
I Love You
T"
To my sweet husband - thanks for being so sweet with my feelings and not mocking my MANY idiosyncrasies. I supply you with an arsenal of reasons to mock me incessantly. And yet you don't... usually.
If you've followed my minor obsession with this animal you should know that I have practically gotten into several car accidents because my head is usually craned and scanning the hillsides for him as I drive down the mountain. Since I first saw this animal, I have kept my camera handy at all times and it is true that I dragged Todd out in the middle of the night to search for my mysterious friend.
You will be happy to know that this means I won't be blogging about him anymore.
You can stop cheering now.
As it turns out, our furry friend is definitely a coyote and not a fox. How do I know? Todd and the kids saw him this morning at the side of the road. Apparently he had been hit and killed by a car.
Todd, being ever so sweet with my feelings, had a difficult time telling me about his findings. Here is the email I received from him this morning.
"Hello Babe,
I don't know how to tell you this. It is NOT good news.
While I was driving the kids to school this morning we saw the coyote. I'm certain he is a coyote. Unfortunately he was hit by a car and is at the side of the road. It's a real shame. The kids and I felt bad for you.
I Love You
T"
To my sweet husband - thanks for being so sweet with my feelings and not mocking my MANY idiosyncrasies. I supply you with an arsenal of reasons to mock me incessantly. And yet you don't... usually.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Dream Sequence - by Gene Burton
Hi, Jodi......This entry to your blog comes at 4:19 A.M., April 15, 2008. It has nothing to do with taxes. I have awoken and re-awakened from a dreadful dream. In this dream I encountered a horrid weapon. Or maybe it was more like a tool. An evil tool. It might have been made of solid gold. Or silver. Wood? Cheap plastic? Anyway, it had magic powers. Or maybe a magnetic attraction to leather. It had a handle at one end and a curved hook at the other. (Well, I guess all hooks are curved. Duh.)
Neither I nor anyone else ever saw the person or apparition wielding this ominous stick, and indeed few have witnessed the stick. ( I think it moves real fast.) But it loves leather. More precisely, it loves shoes. All kinds of leather shoes.
As I awakened I entered that mystical land between slumber and cognizance. It seemed that I had heard or read of this phenomenon. A man in Berlin was hurrying through a busy, crowded bus station during a heavy rain. He was wearing a brand new $300.00 pair of shoes. Suddenly his left shoe disappeared. As he turned to search for it the right one disappeared WITH HIS FULL WEIGHT ON THE SHOE!
During a midnight run, the folks on a packed train in Bucharest lost 137 pairs in their sleep. A woman in Egypt lost a pair of sandals while bending over to fill an urn. She said it felt (or sounded) like a soft, gentle whisper.
A young feller in California always wore socks with his flip-flops. Everyone laughed at him. Anyhoo, he was basking in the sun on a deserted beach when he felt a violent wrenching at his feet. The flops were gone, leaving two deep cotton/blend indentations between the first and second toes.
I found myself drifting back to sleep. As I approached level five the identity of this frightening maniacal weapon of mass detatchment began to come to me. My whole body shuddered and convulsed as I sat up. I had it! It is a Debirkenstocken!
Respectfully submitted by Gene Burton Stalkin'
~
** The owner of this blog does not condone, authorize, endorse, or even like this joke. May it be known that these are the types of jokes that I was made to endure while growing up. Feel my pain. Hee hee! Love ya dad!
Neither I nor anyone else ever saw the person or apparition wielding this ominous stick, and indeed few have witnessed the stick. ( I think it moves real fast.) But it loves leather. More precisely, it loves shoes. All kinds of leather shoes.
As I awakened I entered that mystical land between slumber and cognizance. It seemed that I had heard or read of this phenomenon. A man in Berlin was hurrying through a busy, crowded bus station during a heavy rain. He was wearing a brand new $300.00 pair of shoes. Suddenly his left shoe disappeared. As he turned to search for it the right one disappeared WITH HIS FULL WEIGHT ON THE SHOE!
During a midnight run, the folks on a packed train in Bucharest lost 137 pairs in their sleep. A woman in Egypt lost a pair of sandals while bending over to fill an urn. She said it felt (or sounded) like a soft, gentle whisper.
A young feller in California always wore socks with his flip-flops. Everyone laughed at him. Anyhoo, he was basking in the sun on a deserted beach when he felt a violent wrenching at his feet. The flops were gone, leaving two deep cotton/blend indentations between the first and second toes.
I found myself drifting back to sleep. As I approached level five the identity of this frightening maniacal weapon of mass detatchment began to come to me. My whole body shuddered and convulsed as I sat up. I had it! It is a Debirkenstocken!
Respectfully submitted by Gene Burton Stalkin'
~
** The owner of this blog does not condone, authorize, endorse, or even like this joke. May it be known that these are the types of jokes that I was made to endure while growing up. Feel my pain. Hee hee! Love ya dad!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Shark attack!
Connor is definitely my son.
We have difficulty keeping this hawk's attention on the search effort. He keeps flitting and fluttering to areas outside of our search zone.
Stitch the cat just mocks our obsession.
Heretofore, our search has proven fruitless - but stay tuned as the thrilling drama unfolds. We will not give up the search. We will carry on. We are the champions, my friend.
Ya see, this here is the shark head on Connor's bedroom wall that viciously attacked him while he was taking off his shirt. One might assume that a dead shark is harmless - but after an urgent care visit, tetanus shot and 11 stitches, we learned otherwise.
For gross!
Connor's grandpa, aka "gramps", shares his version of the event.
Connor thought he should have made his biceps bigger.
In other thrilling news... Todd and I have been searching high and low for the coyote, or fox, or whatever it was (possibly a llama?). Donning camouflage clothing and lurking in the woods with night vision goggles has gotten us nowhere and we find ourselves feeling increasingly hopeless that we will ever find the mystery animal.
We've resorted to recruiting the help of other furry critters in our pursuit. Our instructions to them are simple - find the coyote (or fox) and get a picture if you can.
This deer has been very diligent and zealous in his hunt and has so far left no stone unturned. We decided to name him our employee of the month.
This guy is completely nuts.... and useless.
We have difficulty keeping this hawk's attention on the search effort. He keeps flitting and fluttering to areas outside of our search zone. We may have to let him go.
This raucous crowd is full of shenanigans but very eager to find the coyote/fox. Unfortunately , they are not very stealthlike in their approach and Todd and I try to teach them to use their quiet voices. We've not had much success.
Stitch the cat just mocks our obsession.
Pfft.
Heretofore, our search has proven fruitless - but stay tuned as the thrilling drama unfolds. We will not give up the search. We will carry on. We are the champions, my friend.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Teeth Torture
Todd and I have been on a wisdom-teeth pulling kick. Larissa was our latest victim. She made me buy her Cold Stone - there are some perks to being tortured.Connor's up next in a few weeks.
*The author of this blog is seriously taking her life into her own hands by posting this picture.
Coyotes, Foxes, Cougars - Oh My!
There is a big mystery in our household.
On a few separate occasions, Todd and the kids have told me about a wild fox they have noticed while driving down Traverse Ridge. I hadn't thought much of it until I saw it today.
WHY? WHY? WHY do I never have my camera when I see cute animals in the wild?
It was striking. It was in a wooded area and was walking on the snow - very close to the main road. Of course I told Todd about it when he came home tonight, but it had been on my mind all day. The thing is, it didn't look exactly how I thought a fox would look. I mentioned to Todd that it almost reminded me of a coyote.
Well, that just opened up a great big can of worms! Now Todd and I cannot decide if it was a coyote or a fox. We don't even know if we saw the same animal or not. Todd is convinced that he has seen a coyote AND a fox and that our little critter in question is in fact, 2 critters.
You can bet that I'll be finding an answer to this little mystery!
As a side note, there also seems to be a cougar roaming around in the area. Read very scary news article here:
http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&sid=2901367
As yet another side note, I do realize that this post ranks high on the "Holy Cow, What a Nerd!" meter. I admit that in my younger years, I never would have found foxes and coyotes interesting. I'm not quite sure what is happening to me. Old age? Boredom? Teenagers sucking the life right out of me?
One of these days I may totally tip the nerd scale and relate my embarrassing elk story on this blog.
I'm sure you are dizzy with anticipation.
On a few separate occasions, Todd and the kids have told me about a wild fox they have noticed while driving down Traverse Ridge. I hadn't thought much of it until I saw it today.
WHY? WHY? WHY do I never have my camera when I see cute animals in the wild?
It was striking. It was in a wooded area and was walking on the snow - very close to the main road. Of course I told Todd about it when he came home tonight, but it had been on my mind all day. The thing is, it didn't look exactly how I thought a fox would look. I mentioned to Todd that it almost reminded me of a coyote.
Well, that just opened up a great big can of worms! Now Todd and I cannot decide if it was a coyote or a fox. We don't even know if we saw the same animal or not. Todd is convinced that he has seen a coyote AND a fox and that our little critter in question is in fact, 2 critters.
You can bet that I'll be finding an answer to this little mystery!
As a side note, there also seems to be a cougar roaming around in the area. Read very scary news article here:
http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=148&sid=2901367
As yet another side note, I do realize that this post ranks high on the "Holy Cow, What a Nerd!" meter. I admit that in my younger years, I never would have found foxes and coyotes interesting. I'm not quite sure what is happening to me. Old age? Boredom? Teenagers sucking the life right out of me?
One of these days I may totally tip the nerd scale and relate my embarrassing elk story on this blog.
I'm sure you are dizzy with anticipation.
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