Ode to the burrito

This picture didn't come with this news but if I knew where this cafe was I would be their best customer. Nick just reminded me the other day of the restaurant with the very large burritos in CA. We shared a moment of reminiscence.

Yahoo! News
School Mistakes Huge Burrito for a Weapon

2 hours, 17 minutes ago (actually 4/29/05)

A call about a possible weapon at a middle school prompted police to put armed officers on rooftops, close nearby streets and lock down the school. All over a giant burrito.

Someone called authorities Thursday after seeing a boy carrying something long and wrapped into Marshall Junior High.

The drama ended two hours later when the suspicious item was identified as a 30-inch burrito filled with steak, guacamole, lettuce, salsa and jalapenos and wrapped inside tin foil and a white T-shirt.

"I didn't know whether to laugh or cry," school Principal Diana Russell said.

State police, Clovis police and the Curry County Sheriff's Department arrived at the school shortly after 8:30 a.m. They searched the premises and determined there was no immediate danger.

In the meantime, more than 30 parents, alerted by a radio report, descended on the school. Visibly shaken, they gathered around in a semi-circle, straining their necks, awaiting news.

"There needs to be security before the kids walk through the door," said Heather Black, whose son attends the school.

After the lockdown was lifted but before the burrito was identified as the culprit, parents pulled 75 students out of school, Russell said.

Russell said the mystery was solved after she brought everyone in the school together in the auditorium to explain what was going on.

"The kid was sitting there as I'm describing this (report of a student with a suspicious package) and he's thinking, 'Oh, my gosh, they're talking about my burrito.'"

Afterward, eighth-grader Michael Morrissey approached her.

"He said, 'I think I'm the person they saw,'" Russell said.

The burrito was part of Morrissey's extra-credit assignment to create commercial advertising for a product.

"We had to make up a product and it could have been anything. I made up a restaurant that specialized in oddly large burritos," Morrissey said.

After students heard the description of what police were looking for, he and his friends began to make the connection. He then took the burrito to the office.

"The police saw it and everyone just started laughing. It was a laughter of relief," Morrissey said.

"Oh, and I have a new nickname now. It's Burrito Boy."

Copyright © 2005 The Associated Press.

Something I do but you don't

That would be wouldn't do, more than can't do. I'm just saying.





So, got a clue what frugal/organic type thing I'm up to now? My kids should know, at least.

Emily seemed to think that my chicken post was a true look at my soul or something. Honestly, that didn't even scratch the surface. I suppose that was some sort of a challenge to dig deeper. Which has me thinking about thinking.

conservative flats...dressy capris...nice blouse...hair up

yup, that's my new favorite "interview outfit," folks. Alfred-Almond is my new favorite school. After a brief interview ("what is your experience with kids? Why do you want to be a sub?") with their wonderful elementary administrator (whose son just joined the Navy 2 weeks ago), I have been approved to start subbing after the next school board meeting (May 11). I am thrilled, esp. because the Alfred-Almond area is one that our favorite Dixie (cup, as in the white sailor hat) and I have decided might be the perfect "settling down" spot. I am also thrilled because after I successfully sub in the district at least 10 times, the fingerprinting fee will be refunded. Now if the other schools would just get their act together and start calling me, I'd be all set.


yay!

bossy angel's big sister

nature or nurture? you decide.

Work and Fun?

So, everyone did a great job Saturday and worked very hard. We got a lot accomplished. And, if I do say so myself, I think Emily and I did a fantastic job of supervising! We even had sunshine and blue skies for a little while! Whoo hoo!


The first wall goes up.


We have a corner!


It is beginning to take shape.


Blue skies...


Keeping is straight...


He thinks the flash is lightning. Oops.

April 22 GTMO gazette

to all you lurkers in the house

I know you're out there.
a little bird told me.
you can comment on the tagboard if you so desire (please?)
if you want to be a member (so you can make real live posts), send your email address so we can "invite" you. (to either newlywaaz@hotmail.com or montanye@localnet.com)

sorry I missed the birthday party last week. Anyone have pictures?

~em

Currently asymtomatic

I actually wrote this post about a month ago. The sale is on May 4, and yes, we still think it would be fun to buy a few of these properties. Sick fun.

Dan,
It occurs to me that despite our best efforts there are probably a few things your FIL and I forgot to warn you about. One malady that seems to afflict many of the extended Montanye family is spring fever. No, not that kind. The kind where you wander around and look at homes and properties that you will not buy, just for the "fun" of it. Then you come home and talk about the house/property. Alot.

So - we've been perusing the recently released Allegany County
back tax sale list . #3 and #4 looked interesting to we took a run up there.

There was only one driveway for the two houses, which are being sold separately. The tall house might have a barn with it? and has just an acre of land.



The short house (aka craftsman style) has 69 acres and a dandy barn.



In the front yard of the short house was a sickly baby deer. I called a wildlife rehabilitator who is going to go out and get it, but realistically it probably won't live. What a waste. Of meat.


So, though I don't see Em displaying any symptoms currently, nor you by extension, I have to guess that some day she might. Just saying.

love,
your mother in law,
who didn't have this sickness before she married into the Family.

These are a few of my favorite things

Sort of like a greenhouse. . .was a chicken "tractor" last year. Quite warm. The broccoli is up but nothing else. I started about a week ago, maybe less.

Though it is quite rainy today, it has been lovely weather for about the last week before that - even 70°+. Note the long underwear, and the complete absence of wood in the woodpile area. I seeded that area a couple of days ago. I also notice some painting that needs to be completed (in time for Emily's wedding)(oops, guess we didn't finish that one in time).

Wesley Gordon articles

Wes was a contemporary of Patrick. Pretty sad.

Wellsville Reporter article
Army article

leave and such

To all who are anxiously awaiting my return,
anyways I should be able to take leave provided that only a couple other people want to leave on the days that I do. I am trying for the 24th of may through the 7th of june. If this works I will fly in to Norfolk on the 24th. yay.
Lil' Brenda do you think that you could give Emily a hand with the directions around Norfolk and at least get her to the base so I can have a ride the rest of the way to New York? That would be great.
~Dan

what? internet in the woods?

hey all,

so we're nearing the end of this lovely little climbing trip, and I am one dirty girl. Showers are $1 at our campground, so I will be taking advantage of my "seven minutes of heaven" tonight. The rocks are GREAT down here. Your local belay slave has only one blister and the beginnings of a nice tan. The kids are a blast, it's nice to have a group that can handle themselves in the wilderness and doesn't need to be babysat. I think we have 4 complete med kits and at least 4 lifeguards, which amuses me. All goes well, I'll have a bunch of pics to post when I get back, which will be sometime Saturday. Dan, you can call me if you get the chance some evening....

muah.

Peanut, peanut butter (no jelly)

Yes, I bought 90 pounds of nut butter. Why? Is that odd?



"Classic" peanut butter. Bad news: palm oil*, sugar*, salt added. Good news: $5. So I bought 8 of these (9 pounds each).



Almond/Cashew. No other evil additives. Probably sweeter because of the cashew. One 9 pound bucket of this one. $14



Almond. Also $14


*organic. Somehow I find that amusing.

Erin - flickr

You are ready to roll! (you've already set it up perfectly)
1-Sign into your account
2-Click on "Your Photos" - about 8 of the most recent will show up on the top page.
3-Click on the one you want (for this post I clicked on the first one, "two toys"). It will open a little bigger.
4-Over on the side is a list of options- choose "see different sizes"
5-Choose the size you want (for this one I used the medium)
6-Look down at the bottom of the page. Copy and paste the whole long link in #2 - the one that starts with "a href. . . "
viola!



PS - I eliminated your password info from the tag board :)

Mini Mountain Mama cooks

Disclaimer: For the most part, I utilize a "Don't ask, don't tell" policy when considering what Nate and the kids eat on the Sunday afternoons they go "to the land". Sometimes, however, they seem determined to tell/show me.

Dad's Recipe:
water, spagetti sauce, hot dogs, oriantel ramen noodels slice, put hot dogs in and stir for 2 minitues, dump in oreantel noodles stir for 2 minutes, dump a half thing of water in stir for 2 minutes,

crunch oreantal noodles and put in pot, put in spagetti sauce in pot, put more water same amount as last time stir for 2 minutes taste if raw cook longer when done serve equley

enjoy by carolyn montanye

Where will Emily be hanging out this week?

New River Gorge
About the Park
A rugged, white water river, flowing northward through deep canyons, the New River is among the oldest rivers on the continent. Located in southern West Virginia, New River Gorge National River was established in 1978 to preserve and protect 53 miles of the New River as a free-flowing waterway...


blehk.

Chicken Mama update

This is the look of a chicken with too many buns under her oven. By my count, some eggs ought to be hatching by this time next week. Unless we have a dud stud.

Subject of Chatter

Here it is folks, John's new toy and one of the things that people LOVE to talk about. And I had to post it because Dan needs to see this thing, but it is a little hard to do in person since he is across the lake, as Brenda would put it. :)


Ah yes, and owner of said topic of discussion is hard at work here.


He is building the addition. Good looking isn't he?



And then there is his little boy, hard at play and willing to model any time.


And last but definitely not least, Mini-Me, er, rather, Tanara, is doing a fantastic job of learning to ride her bike.


Aren't they all cute? Finally, spring SEEMS to be here. Will it last?

My Soapbox

Why is it that peoples opinions seem to matter so much? Should what other people think make so much impact on how I feel and what I do or think? I say the only people whose opinions really direct what I do or feel is my husband and God - in theory. Now, reality is a totally different story. That is not to say that what my parents or other family members or friends have to say is completely unimportant - It does matter. But I live with and answer to my husband and I (try to anyway - I know I fall short in so many ways) live for and (I must do this) answer to God. My parents opinion does still matter to me now, but I am an adult and have to make my own choices. They molded me and taught me and brought me up the right way. My question is this: why does what everyone else thinks and says effect me so much? I said "IN THEORY" the only opinions that "matter" are that of God and John. "In theory" means it doesn't really work that way. I must not live in Walgreens.

Over the past couple weeks, it has been brought to my attention by various people that other people have been having much to say about al the things that go on within my little four person family unit. And the "funny" thing is, none of it is stuff of consequence. It's all about what we (recently) spent a chunk of money on, and to have or not have/live or not live in a certain house, whether or not I favor my children or "get after" them enough. GOOD GRIEF. Does it really matter? And in response to that rhetorical question, why am I so bothered by what everyone else thinks?

But, something that has come out of everyones constant chatter about my life is that this morning I have thought quite a bit about the importance of keeping my nose in my own business. What if that person heard what I had to say, even if I didn't consider it gossip? Would their feelings be hurt? Perhaps my feelings today are good insentive to remember others' feelings.

So, maybe it does matter what others think. Or at least what they say.

Bossy Angel

Numbers 22 has a pretty interesting story about Balaam and his donkey. Carolyn's fourth grade class (8 boys, 2 girls) did a really excellent play. Carolyn was the angel (cue hysterical laughter) of the Lord.

Numbers 22:32 The angel of the Lord asked Balaam, "Why have you hit your donkey three times? I have stood here to stop you, because what you are doing is wrong. 33 The donkey saw me and turned away from me three times. If she had not turned away, I would have killed you by now, but I would have let her live." She totally told off Balaam. The people sitting behind me wondered aloud about why she was able to play her part so convincingly.


entire cast (2 classmembers were ill + not there):

Latest questionable advice for Erin

Open a flickr account for blog photos. Just follow the directions at the site. But maintain a Kodak Gallery account for bigger collections of pictures you are probably collecting on your hard drive - for easier sharing with friends and family.

Cowboy Day

Actual proof that I have the funnest job ever:

Little Link and Little Bru (don't want to print their entire names, for internet privacy, but the Academy's teacher's kid and the Doc's kid - know them?)


The girl in the cow suit is a CowGirl (get it?)


My pardners. I am the skinny one. Okay, I jest.

About pictures

Kodak Online Photo Album

go here. There are others if you want (free and online). You'll need an account name, email address, and password. For example, I signed Emily up (hahaha you have always been the my rough draft):
name: Emily & Dan Waasdorp
email: newlywaaz@hotmail.com
password: (the password I always use when setting anything up for you, duh)

Almost instantly you are granted an album. Now press "add photos". You'll see a page with a "new" album. Name it. Later you will be able to add pictures to this album, or name another new one. I named Emily's album "Emily old pictures" (I am nothing if not creative).

You'll be switched to an upload page. You can upload up to 10 pictures. Just try one the first time. Press browse. You'll get a popup window that you have to guide to the picture on your hard drive that you want to upload. When you get to it, double click. It will show up in the box on the upload page. Press next. You'll start the upload process. When the picture is in the album, you'll get a page with your new album on it. Press "view album". Your picture(s) will appear. Note the interesting things you can do to edit them, or arrange them better, in the sidebar. Click the picture to enlarge it. Now this is a little bit tricky. On a Mac, I open a menu by clicking and holding down on the mouse, on the picture. Not sure what you do on a PC. Left click, right click, cha cha cha? In any case, you want a menu that gives you the option of "copy image location". The link will look something like "http://images.kodakgallery.com/photos1162/9/45/9/35/59/0/59350945906_0_ALB.jpg"

Now, decide what you want to do with that info. If you are composing a blog post later, just paste the link on your notepad. If you are composing a post right now, and are ready to insert the picture, paste this in: img src="" with a < in front and > after. I couldn't write this better because the computer wants to make it into real html. Then put the link between the "" :
The important thing is to get the img src deal in there, which means image source.

You may not need the last paragraph of info, because more recent browsers make things easier. But learning a bit of html never hurt anyone (much).

At least set up the album. We can go from there.

Off to celebrate cowboy day. (what? you didn't know it was cowboy day??)

My Full Page Life

I got this article in my email today. I thought it was good and I know you don't have to be a mom to feel this way. :)

God In The Margins

Certain people groups feel "marginalized," in our society. Do you ever put God in the Margins?

"I remember writing papers in high school," writes author Keri Wyatt Kent in her new book Breathe. "I love to write, but if I wasn't very enthused about an assigned topic, I would try to fill the requisite number of pages by double-spacing and leaving very generous margins. Of course, this allowed my teachers plenty of white space along the edges to write 'you didn't fully develop this point!' in red ink."

"Remember airmail letters? In the days before e-mail, you would send a letter overseas via airmail. You could buy special stationery for it at the post office. It was a one-page, tissue-thin blue paper that folded into an envelope. In order to get as much information as possible onto one page (and avoid extra postage charges), you would write small and fill every available space on the stationery.

"Sometimes my life gets so full - even with good things like family, work, and church activities - that the margins become exceedingly narrow. God gets the tiny leftover spaces, or he gets gently shoved off the page entirely. A hurried life is not just stressful, it pushes God out from the center of my life and puts him in the margins, which are airmail thin.

"Think of your life as a page, Mom. Is every inch covered? What would you have to do to increase the margin in your life allowing God to take the center?

~ from MOMSense Radio

God's funny ways

I remember when Emily called me and told me that they had visited a BAPTIST church. It was almost heresy. I had been to a Baptist church before... I seriously wondered if Dan and Emily would get fed there. Even though many of my fears were put to rest when she would call and tell me about the church and the family they found there, I must admit that I was still floored when Johnny and I visited... Floored, but blessed. I never realized that "Baptist" and "spirit-filled" could describe the same thing. Sounded more like an oxy-moron to me. I am so glad that they found such a wonderful church home with plenty of food, both spiritual and physical.

God tends to work in those funny ways so much in life. And you know, God’s way always turns out better…

funny how God works

I got an email from our pastor at Kittiwake Baptist a few days ago, and I started thinking about how we ended up at that church not long after we moved into our apartment in Pass Christian. We spent most of the first week adding me to all of the paperwork and moving in (not a hard feat as the apartment was 750 square feet at most and we had enough to fill about half of it). Since we were in a new town, we planned on getting a list of area churches that looked promising and visiting them until we found one to call home. We were hoping to find a good one within the first few months.

Well, we decided to go for a walk down our street one afternoon, to get used to the neighborhood. About 10 minutes into our walk, we came across a tiny Southern Baptist church, and I remarked that it would be pretty funny if that was the first church we visited. Dan's from a Full Gospel church (on the charismatic side of evangelical) and I grew up Wesleyan (on the staid side of protestantism), so although we decided to visit there that coming Sunday, I for one doubted that we would end up there.

The service was supposed to start at 10:30 that Sunday. We got there about ten minutes early, and were slightly surprised to find that apart from a man fiddling with the sound equipment, we were the only ones there. So much for blending in. That man turned out to be Pastor Donald Ray Silkwood. The rest of the congregation (about a third of whom was related to Pastor Don) filed in sometime after 10:30. We sang along with the pastor's wife and a few praise cd's, and were treated to a great sermon. Turns out the pastor has his Masters of Divinity. What surprised me even more was that although this congregation was S. Baptist in name, they were "spirit filled" in practice (yay!). In true southern fashion, we started late and ended later, and then were invited to stay for a potluck lunch.

No more than two weeks later, Dan was playing his guitar at the front of the church and I was running the overhead machine. After Erin and Johnny came down and helped us lead worship one Sunday, a mike was put in front of dan's face and he was reprimanded by the pastor's wife, Mary, for not admitting he had a good voice sooner. I stayed with Pastor Don's parents when hurricane Ivan blew through (another great story), and pretty soon we had a better attendance record that some of the members themselves.
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iro·ny: Latin ironia, from Greek eirOnia, from eirOn dissembler
3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result (2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity (Merriam-Webster Online)

A tag so long it became a post -

Dan: I will send another invitation to you via newlywaaz/hotmail. It might end up in junk mail. (Emily, don't open or send this one, or it won't work I think) Do what it says - which I think means you sign up for a blogger account. Then you can be your own self. Or, like I said, just sign your name and all us figure it out people will guess that it must be you, not me.
Sam is Dr. B
Can I put the link to your blog, Sam, here? It is quite private but of course you never know.
Eggs: Little Phoenix was less than thrilled with the other hens trying to come into her space. I moved the eggs over one bog and I guess she is so smart (hysterical laughter) that she moved too. What a chicken. I am letting her try to hatch 15. I cracked a dozen eggs from a week or two ago (refridgerated) and noted a 50% fertility rate, if I read my pictures correctly. If I can get someone to create a candling device I'll look in on the little buggers and see if I can see anything happening in there. If there is nothing, my preconceived plan is to blame the rooster.
Sam: Don't know why I'm thinking about eggs and such. But you are probably the only one surprised that I am. The search words that I google would make you embarrassed to be related.
Dan: BBC? what did they say? What search words would I google?
Dan: Tim has a WNY beach. So there. He is off taking pictures to document.

Okay, need to go fix stuff for Nick's birthday. 4 Days late. (told him it was to celebrate the day he came, actually April 8, so we're only a day late). You know what a party animal I am so can presume I am in the midst of Serious Preparations.

Emily got it mostly right

As far as the eval, it's out of a 5.0 not 4, and I am an e-4 trying to make e-5. That's a petty officer third class up to a petty officer second class. She did good on the five vector model part though, too bad it won't be implemented for who knows how long.

As far as everything else goes, GTMO is hot, and kind of boring, not booming with activity like good old western New York. HA. Oh well, at least the beaches are nice.

~Dan

a few gtmo sites

official page:
http://www.nsgtmo.navy.mil/

the gtmo gazette:
http://www.nsgtmo.navy.mil/Gazette%20Online%20Ed.htm

a day in the life of a prisoner: (NOTE: while interesting, I was informed that this isn't quite accurate)
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/1766037.stm

Emily got it right

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: LoveVI

IF you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.


If I could see you in a year,
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.


If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.


If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.


But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.

http://www.bartleby.com/113/3006.html

evals and such

yup, that's my mom, folks. Definitely an odd duck...er...chicken.

I talked to our favorite sailor last night, things are going well. He got a 3.8 on his last work evaluation (out of a possible 4.0), which puts him in the "must promote" category (!). Apparently he's doing a great job and his superiors are impressed. Why am I not surprised?

Evals go a long way, but he also has to get a good score on his written test in a couple of weeks in order to beat out all of the other E-3's (that's a pay grade) looking to get themselves promoted to E-2's, The next chance to take the test is in 6 months.

Apparently the Navy is working towards a new set of criteria for advancement, called a 5 Vector model, where each sailor has to improve a certain percentage in five different areas (education, evals, physical, etc.) before getting a promotion. The theory is that the new way will level the playing field and force people to improve themselves instead of relying merely on "time in" or test scores.

SOOO, if you think of it, you could pray that he'll be able to get lots of studying in and do really well. This promotion would mean a lot of good things, including a pretty hefty raise. =)

~em

Cackleberries

I'm trying a new experiment. What I'm hoping for will mean less work and less cost. What I'm worried about is less quality.
Last year my Preschool helper (meaning the adult that helps me, not a preschooler who is a helper) talked me into taking a few of her chicks. She said that the hens would grow up to be excellent mothers, unlike the overbred egg laying machines I usually have around. 2 hens and 1 rooster survived. The rooster is quite full of himself and honestly believes that he is in charge of his harem. He is a little (a variety of bantam sized chicken) Phoenix - too small to eat. One of the hens is also a Phoenix, and the other is a Silkie. She is a truly goofy looking chick (haha).
Well, my helper Kelly was right. The girls have been hit with spring fever/maternal instinct/broodiness. They have gathered up their own eggs and eggs from the big girls (barred rock, buff orpington, stupid whites, and auracana) and scarcely budge from their nest. The bigger hens climb in on top of the little hens when they want to lay an egg. I marked 15 eggs today and I think I'll separate any others that are laid (to eat). I wish I could figure out how to make the rest of the hens lay their eggs in one of the other nest boxes, but they all want the same one. Wierd.
So, to figure out if the eggs are viable (see if Mr. Phoenix is all that he thinks he is) you can you can A: look at other eggs after cracking them, or B:"candle" the eggs, or C: (most likely) just wait and see.
Identifying fertility in fresh eggs. If not fertile, an egg has a blastodisc. If fertile, cell division prior to oviposition (laying) results in a blastoderm.


After about a week of incubation, you can candle eggs, by making a cardboard cone, the big end of which fits over a strong flashlight. If you hold the eggs over the small hole with the light on (dark room is essential) an infertile egg will appear clear, whereas a fertile egg will be dark looking and will show small veins inside the shell. Those that have died in the shell often appear as a dark line across the shell.
A fresh egg appears clear with only a small air cell.
After 10 days of incubation, an infertile egg has an enlarged air cell, and the yolk causes an obvious dark area in the egg.
After 10 days of incubation, a fertile egg has visible blood vessels and a dark spot that is the embryo.

Now then, were you listening carefully? Taking notes? There may well be a quiz. Lowest grade gets all the roosters (after we do option C). Butchering chickens just isn't what Nate prefers to do with his time.

Pictures + posts

ok, all you anonymous lurkers, I've figured out how to link a photo from your online photo album (kodak, ofoto, etc.) to show up on a post (look back til you find Grandma M's picture). It was one of the first things I tried to do but did it wrong. So, even if you are tongue tied, you could send a pic, right? I could tell you how, just ask. Leave a comment with your email address if you would like to post somewhat regularly. I'll send you an "invitation".
Think of poor Dan, overseas (more like a lake, but whatever), reading this drivel when you could tell him bonafide interesting stuff. Please?

Reality, 1 Fantasy, 0

to those of you who wondered if I was pregnant...

Everyone that finds out I'm back does at least one of the following things:

*tries to call me Mrs. Waaaaaasdorp as many times as possible,


*asks how married life is, and


*asks when I'm having a baby.

Well, after MANY phone calls and web searches, I've learned that the closest doctor that accepts Tricare (our insurance) is at least three hours away, in Syracuse. Yes, I am peeved, and yes, I am writing grievance letters and the like, and no, there will be no baby (at least, not yet). But I am enjoying married life, and you can call me Mrs. Waaz if you want. =)

~emily

Fantasy and Reality in Western NY

Over time, I have realized that Spring in WNY is a season of wonder. Wondering what is going on. This week we finally got a glimpse of warmer weather. Am I encouraged? Will I abandon my winter doldrums? Am I sucked in to a happy place? You be the judge.

Fantasy Exhibit 1: Children playing in the sandbox. One of the children is extremely happy that she is allowed to wear spring fashion statement - capris.


Reality:
Sand is mud. Child is wearing wool socks and sweater.


Fantasy Exhibit 2: Skies are blue, no obviously snow clouds or flakes.


Reality:
Mud is brown. Mud is everywhere.


Fantasy Exhibit 3: Flowers are blooming. Buds are budding.


Reality:
While taking pictures, I am wearing sandals. With socks.


Finally, where has Nate spent the last several days? Getting more wood. To use right now. It remains very nippy, despite a few bogus 60° days.


I rest my case. I am certainly not sucked into any happy place. I embrace my doldrums. I am the face of reality.

Tomorrow's forecast: Windy with periods of rain and snow in the evening turning to snow late. Low 32F. Winds NNW at 20 to 30 mph. Chance of precip 90%. 2 to 4 inches of snow expected.