In the midst of a Blizzard, not done yet.

This is at about noon, that is our 3 board farm fence, and the snow is up to the top board.  I am standing on the deck.

This is our two cars.

The Z is under this snow.  You can see a small hole where the tire is.

The snow is deeper than it looks, I'm not standing on the ground.

Bentley doesn't mind the snow so much, so he got the neoprene vest.  While it's a little deep for him now, he was having fun in it last night.

It is not uncommon for me to do things a little crazy without thinking it all the way through...

I laid down in the snow, and Bentley jumped on me.  I then realized I couldn't get up with him on top of me.

I then realized that I was going to have to roll over into the snow face first to try and right myself. In 3 feet of snow!  Then he jumped on top of me. 

I really like this picture, Roger caught a nice action shot as we were running in.  That post behind me is sticking 5 foot out of the ground.

We are keeping the deck shoveled.

We were without power from 6am until about 11am, but we are back in buisness.  We raced around washing dishes and filling the water bottles/buckets and tubs.  We don't have water when we don't have power.

We are totally snowed in, as even the tractor with the plow can not get through snow this deep.

It's a snow of a lifetime .... again.

On Decemeber 19th we were told we had a "Snow of a lifetime".  We were told that its the kind of snow DC gets only once in a person's lifetime.

(This was at 2, an hour after it started)

So why now, less than 2 months later am I getting ANOTHER snow of a lifetime?!?
What ... have I lived 2 lifetimes in the last 54 days?

We are expecting FEET of snow.  Stay tuned. If I keep power, I'll post pictures.

Bentley has already had enough of the snow shovel, he keeps taking off with it.

Meet Bentley

We like to give our English Pointers, English names. 

We looked up towns, castles (like Ripley) and finally settled on an English car.

He's so happy to have a yard to run in, probably has a couple of months of shelter confinement to make up for.

He's very sweet, and loves people and to play.

He likes to take out EVERY toy.

I need a name

We've taken in our first foster in 5 years.

I wasn't willing to do any more foster's "to" Ripley.

While I'm not ready to get a new dog, we thought this seemed like the right thing to help me with Ripley's loss. 

He's a Liver/White English Pointer, and 10 pounds underweight.  He seems to have a really good personality.

He needs a name.... any Ideas?

Roger's new ride

Now that Roger is back in town, it's time for a new vehicle.

We love the truck dearly - but at 8 years old, and 120K miles we thought it was time to park it.  There are times when we still need a truck, and since we can't buy one like it - we thought we'd better start to baby it.

I wanted a crossover/SUV - Roger wanted a comfortable car.

Here is what we settled on.

Ripley's Rock

A few weeks back I ordered Ripley a memorial rock.
Ripley was my "rock", and I found it fitting for me to have a  "Ripley Rock" forever.

I left much of the layout up to the designers, as we can imagine all rocks are different.  I gave them a blank slate. "Here is what I want it to say, here is the font I want it in ... create me something special for my hunter."

They gave me a special rock, and did a great layout job.

This rock is beautiful... but as anyone that knows Ripley knows - Real Pointers have tails.  They mistakenly gave me the German Shorthaired Pointer, not the English Pointer.

I have to send it back to get him a tail - but I wanted to share it with you all.

I would highly recommend them, as this work is outstanding.  The rock is about 2 inches thick with very deep engraving. (Click on the picture to see the details)

http://www.engravedstonesdirect.com/

... and somehow I feel a bit of piece.

Green Eggs for Christmas

We have several chickens that lay colored eggs.
We had not yet recieved any colored eggs and had been eargerly awaiting, you don't know what color they will lay until they start (Blue,Green and Pink).

Today, for Christmas, we got GREEN EGGS!  Two green eggs amongst our white and brown.

Reindeer for Ripley

Ripley loved this big Reindeer.  He played with it all the time.

I bought him a little Reindeer a few weeks back for Christmas, I just didn't get to give it to him. 

Ripley was our entertainment at Christmas for the last few years.  We are struggling through this Holiday.

Ollie's gotta go out, even in a Blizzard

DC is having record setting snow.  Ollie and I are riding out the snow, but I had to shovel him a spot to go potty.

The snow was about 1/2 way up my thigh, and it still had many hours of snow fall.

Ollie was happy to have a spot that he needed, but now he is ready to go back in.

He learned this from Ripley.  When you really want a door/gate to open - jump as high as you can.

 

Our patio table. This was about 4pm.

 We are due to have about 2 inches/hour until 9. Its now 6:30, and I'm going to have to go out in the dark and re-shovel Ollie's area.

I brought Ripely home... one last time.

I made arrangements for Ripley to be cremated.  Today I picked up his ashes.

As they handed me the box, my heart sank, as I got into the truck I hugged the box and burst into tears .... again.

The sticker on the front of the box said "Ripley Snell". I cautiously opened the box. On top was a certificate of who prepared the box, and what was in it, along with a card. There was a simple (but nice) wooden box in a velvet cover. I pulled out the box, and took it out of the velvet cover.  I tried to open it – but it appears to be sealed shut. I didn’t force it. They did a wonderful, respectful job.


Reality is so painful, but I’m happy to have him home.

Remembering Ripley

We lost Ripley yesterday morning unexpectedly. . He had a series of heart attacks, and while I was trying to figure out what was wrong, and his long term prognosis his last gift to me what not making me have to choose.

Ripley was my baby. When you don't have children to nurture you replace that with pets. In all the time that Roger has been gone, Ripley was my constant. In my time here in Virginia - Ripley was my rock.

Spenser and I picked Ripley up when he was 11 weeks old.  His breeder thought he was not interested in birds....

We left with no real understanding of what having a pointer meant, and no desire to hunt.  Our goals were short hair, medium size and no real emotional or health baggage. We struggled trying to find the perfect name for him.  Roger decided that he needed an English name ... since he was an English Pointer.  He pulled out a map, and found "Ripley's Castle".

This picture inspired his registered name.  He was the king of our castle, and he became "Sir Wesmor's Ripley"

We were amazed at this dogs interest in things that flied.  He would point at fly's and bees for long periods of time. His energy was never ending, and he inspired us to learn to hunt.  Not for us, but to watch him work.  He became an amazing hunter.  He was never more happy than in the field.

He became our faithful traveler, and we took him everywhere.

He was our entertainment.

He hated this hat ... every year.

What you don't see in this Rubber Duckie picture are his 6 siblings below him that are unable to get on the deck, he stole the duckie from him, and is very proud.

He was our tigger that could jump 6 feet strait up.

We all confided in him....

For the last two years I spoke to him more than any other living thing.  I decided it wasn't really a problem so long as he didn't start talking back.

There are so many things I already miss about him.  He was SOOO proud of himself to roll in horse manure, I'll even miss him peeing on everything.

As I begin to grieve  for him I have many questions. 

While his last few hours were not easy for me to witness, I knew he had been happy.  I didn't want to have to watch him suffer, and I was never sure how I could make that decision.  He is gone from us too soon.

I'm left with wonderful memories, but with a huge feeling of emptiness.  I'm left with Ollie - the second rate dog that I got for Ripley's companion.  Ollie has never been alone, and he too is lost.

Everywhere we turn Ripley is engrained in our lives.  He is everywhere in our home, and we are struggling to find our direction, we've lost a member of our family -

and I've lost my best friend.

DC's four seasons

I've now experienced each season here twice. I thought it seemed liked a good time to reflect on how I feel about them.

Fall
Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the cooling from the hot summers, the crisp air, the leaves, and lots of apples. I enjoy that I can take my dogs out for a run without them getting heat stroke. The dogs love that I can take them places in the truck with me.

Winter
Sucks. I've found nothing worth while. I live in a Valley and have a constant 30 mph wind (sometimes MUCH higher). It's cold, its dark, and the trees look dead.

Spring
In Seattle I never really noticed spring. Here I spend 2 months watching the trees bud. It's my first sign that the end of winter is in sight. I "will" the leaves to come, and enjoy a bit of thawing warmth. Of course we have the Cherry Blossoms, but I find the unraveling of green leaves just as exciting. We often have babies born around farm life as well. Spring bring lost of yard work/Farm work, and I really kinda like it.

Summer
The summer's are hot. They can be quite miserable, but I have found things to appreciate.
Food grown in the hot sun has much more flavor, then the crap we get in the Pacific Northwest. I love to pick a warm tomato off of the vine in my yard. I enjoy the warm nights, to sit out and watch the sun set.

So what... Now I'm a Harley Girl?

My husband just bought me this bike. YES THIS BIKE.

This model, this color!

Did I want a bike, I'm not sure. We did go sit on them a few months back, and IF I was going to ride these were the ones that would work the best for me.

I'm a bit afraid, he promises me that he will be patient and not be mad at me if I chose not to ride. He said that it will just be another one he can ride. ;-)

It won't arrive for a couple of weeks, I just don't want to be a "Harley Girl"

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Well here at our house, it was the chickens.

(One of our roosters)
Back in March I recieved 32 baby chicks, and they finally have started to earn their keep.

(Our bird dogs favorite food)
When they didn't start laying this fall ... we assumed we weren't going to get any eggs until spring, but the chickens decided they were ready. They are really small, but should get bigger as they get more comfortable laying.

I didn't buy "egg layers", so they aren't willingly giving up their eggs. Turns out they hid most of these, and we've just now realized we have to dig for the rest.

My most recent Seattleites

My Sister/Brother-in-law and friends (Clarence and Lynn) were here last week.

They did the White House tour. Did you know 2 Million Americans are on the wait list?

I really enjoy people coming to visit. Giving my family and friends the chance to see our capital is good - while it doesn't make up for being away from home - it counts for something.

It's been a long year for me. Work is good - but between working, commuting and taking care of a house and yard I was burnt out. I thought I needed a vacation (it's been more than a year) - I think all I really needed was to laugh.

There isn't alot of laughing that goes on there anymore. Spenser makes me laugh - but he is gone most of the time. Having these 4 very entertaining people here ... made me laugh. It was alot of lots of fun.

Within no time I could feel stress leaving my body.

I just needed to laugh ... thank you.

I feel better. :-)

You're welcome back any time.

My commute on the front page of MSNBC

Montgomery Co, MD has had some traffic light issues causing havoc during our commutes.

90 minutes turning into 2+ hours each way ... will make a person cranky.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/33695476