Friday, December 30, 2016

Blankets and Archways

Last weekend saw card games, a winter thaw and many thoughts of loved ones. Too sloppy and slippery to spend much time outside.


Bobby Boy on recon mission to the kitchen



Waiting for beef tenderloin status report. Likes his medium rare


Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Motley Crew

WE GIVE YOU THE GIFT OF US


L to R: Roscoe, his brother Leo, Farty McBeezer aka Sassy Girl, Bobby Boy aka Mr. French, aka Bob Barker, aka Roberto Clementi, aka Big Rat and of course Oliver aka Little Rat.





Thursday, December 22, 2016

Candy Christmas Tree

It's time to drag out this old chestnut candy Christmas tree how to I cobbled together in Final Cut Pro.
My talented cousin Jackie, my Godfather Phil2 and Bobby Boy make this one of my favorite videos.





Z is for ZOO LIGHTS
When did 32˚ after sundown become so cold?



Week's Favorite
The tracks were singing like an operatic contralto when I took this photo

Holiday
This will be our first Christmas without the sweet funny smart goofball drinking the mimosa



I love you more than a dog drinking water, more than green licorice, more than the idea I have for a swim up bar where every bartender looks like Brad Pitt from Thelma and Louise.

Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Kwanzaa and Festivus.
May the New Year be a better one, the last one set the Festivus pole pretty low.




Saturday, December 17, 2016

Fat Tires

We had our third weekend of snow today and I thought it was brave (or stupid) to go out. Then I remembered where I lived.
A tip of the hat, you die hards.
Note the dead car in the driveway to the left.

This photo screams, "Madison, WI"

I hope a cold Flat Tire Ale and a hot basket of cheese curds were waiting for her.





Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Hoth

We went from showing how Nordic we are by grocery shopping robbing banks in our pajamas to consulting the wind chill index every time we leave the house.


An Icy Picnic

Some local sleuths dug up information related to a similar picture from my last post. Here's another look at the spot which started me thinking about a young boy who crashed a plane around this area at or near Camp Wakanda. Turns out there's an old photo of him as a lifeguard from only a week before the downed training flight. Someone on Facebook found a picture of him in his mother's photo album, amazing. Tom went to Wisconsin High, was an athlete, and died in the nineties. I'm still wondering how the crash affected the rest of his life.

And of course there's some guy walking down the jetty in a snow storm

Did the weather guy really just say, "That minus two might be closer to minus ten?" I can think of a minus one who'd love to be someplace warmer right now, like planet OGLE-2005-BLG-390 which has a surface temperature of minus 364.


Yer yeller, Rat Boy.Yer gonna end up carrying me, Dog Who Drives
Week's Favorite: Oliver refused to get out of the car in the underground parking garage last week because he didn't like the looks of the floor. I lost the standoff before it started. He's wondering why he spent all that time training me.


Leaving this up in December is either optimistic or lazy

I took this shot of the pier two weeks ago when we still hoped the lake wouldn't freeze over. It was finally pulled in on Saturday.


One of the most scenic paths has a big ol' No Dogs Allowed sign

I see this shot and remember Oliver and Bob whining for walkies two posts ago. Yeah on the cat walk, on the cat walk yeah, we did a little turn on the cat walk.


I wonder where the goats go in the winter

Since I worked so hard by getting in and out of the car (or rolling down the window) to take photos, I headed over to Endres Manufacturing to feast on their Christmas lights. Endres, by coincidence, makes piers.


Sans Goats

They also have a thing for goats which were probably not in this fanciful little house as I imagined.
I was able to use my new cheapo tripod without incident or frostbite, so I'd call this shoot a Festive success.

I find you and your crackers I mean conversation quite fascinating
If you're wondering what happened to Oliver, he got carried to the elevator and had a lovely visit with my mother who slipped him a cracker before I could stop her. 


I'll make you pay for this, I'll make you all pay



Sunday, December 11, 2016

No Denying It

Picnic Season Is Over

I went out for milk before the snow got too serious yesterday and ended up taking photos. One of my favorite spots on Lake Mendota looked downright haunted. A plane did crash nearby in 1944 and the 17-year-old pilot was listed as seriously injured. I wonder what happened to him, I've sent inquiries. 
On a lighter note, this was also the location of a long time summer camp. Still creepy.

There are hills on both sides and I wouldn't try driving down there today. Or would I? I am a bit of an idiot

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

A Week In Dogs

We got our first snow fall on Sunday and now it's in the 30s. Here's a look back at a time (last week) when all we had to worry about was Sarah Palin making sense and lunatic Cubs fans endlessly making *Cubs Win Christmas cookies—All Work And No Play Makes Kris Byrant A Dull Boy.

Shish Ka Bob
Until last Sunday we still grilled out.


Too sexy for his leash
We were outside not even a week ago and did a little turn on the cat walk, yeah on the cat walk, on the cat walk yeah, we did a little turn on the cat walk.


Too sexy for her vest
We didn't have to worry about snowmobiles or snow machines or snow blowers or Sno-cones and could concentrate on showing off our assets.


May have gotten into the late harvest
The gardens were green so we thought our gentle fall would never end.


He's so excited, he just can't hide it
When it got windy we danced with the willows.


Oliver pities the fool who runs out of hair gel
We stayed inside a minute so as not to disturb our 'do.


"Shia LaBeouf called, he wants his rat-tail back."
And most importantly we could still crack wise through an open car window.


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