Our dog Roxy has a friend. Squirrel hangs out in our oak trees or on the roof and waits for her to come out into the yard. He chirps and chatters and makes a ruckus. He acts like this is HIS yard. Roxy knows better. A showdown occurs every day. I wouldn’t mind except our petite 15 pound Bichon has an enormous set of lungs. When she starts barking, it echoes off the Rocky Mountains. It sets off car alarms. The coyotes start howling out in the open space. I can’t stand it!
After a few years of this relationship, I’ve learned squirrel doesn’t like the smell of vinegar. I sprayed in his general direction a couple of times when I was trying to get Roxy’s attention. Now all I have to do is step outside and Squirrel bolts. He flies through the air from the roof or from the tops of our trees all the way to the ground. I’ve finally earned some respect.
I took these photos yesterday.
Squirrel knows who owns this yard. ME!
“This bitch is ready to go!”
And now for a big announcement. Kippfu from A’A in Paradise won the caption contest!
You should check out my Hawaiian friend’s blog and be sure to click on his surfing video on the side bar. It is waaaay too cool! You’ll see a few sexy photos since he posted a picture of discretely (barely), covered boobs every day in October for breast cancer awareness. They are his top posts!
My favorite Kippfu post is Yoga Fire. It is hilarious.
Thanks to everyone who played along and voted. I’ll hold another caption contest in March. Click here to see the results. It was close.
Roxy just ran through the house to her doggy door. It’s dark outside and the coyotes are howling. I shut it two hours ago. She’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see her furry friend.
Do you have any pests in your neighborhood?
Last week, my breast reconstruction doctor joined my radiologist in giving me the thumb’s up. I had been told I had no restrictions over the phone, but this appointment made it official. I won’t see either of them until next summer. Yeah baby. It’s all good! I just have to take a Tamoxifen pill every day. I felt like celebrating so my husband Danny and I headed up to the mountains.
We left at 5:00 on Valentine’s Day and sailed up I-70. After Idaho Springs, we came to a halt and our progress could be measured in inches. I could have sworn I saw an elderly lady with a walker pass our car. Our two hour trip soon stretched to three. We worried that our 9:00 dinner reservation would be cancelled. Wet snowflakes flew and collected on the road. We suspected an accident had caused the jam. I used two of the hours stuck in traffic to hash out a screenplay I am working on. I figured out three plot lines, worked on casting it, finally decided on Robert Downey Jr., and we still crawled up the mountain highway.
Image from Google+
At 8:30, I started cussing like the truck drivers crawling alongside us. We’d never make our dinner reservation. Approaching a curve in the road, we could see what happened. Idiots with front-wheel drive had spun out in the left lane tying up traffic for miles and miles! They had to be towed. I’ll never understand why Colorado stopped requiring chains for everyone without all-wheel drive. Once we got past the goofballs without chains or a clue, we drove through the Eisenhower Tunnel and flew down the mountain to Breckenridge. Continue reading
Those without a loved one to share Valentine’s Day have more in common with the tradition of sending Valentine’s Day cards than those with a lover.
I thought the Victorians began the tradition with their sentimental, flowery, lacy, and cupid adorned cards:
The couple meets at a soiree where the fine lady’s heart beats like a caged canary. The gentleman wears gloves and even with them worries he’ll leave a thumbprint on the greeting card. He escorts her to a small chamber not far from the ballroom. Her cheeks flush with the touch of his warm hand on her back. It sends a thrill of which she is not accustomed. He pulls the declaration of love from his breast pocket and presents it with a bow. She smiles, rips it open and gasps when she sees two naked cupids complete with jiggly bits dancing in the sky. Underneath are the words “Be My Lover.” She drops the card and trounces from the room.
And that is when the gentleman became acquainted with the florist’s establishment around the corner which he frequented in years to come.
Sending cards began more than 400 years earlier with a French romantic poet, of course! It did not begin with the uptight Victorians, but the English had their part in history.
The French nobleman, Charles I de Valois, Duke of Orleans fought against the English and became trapped in his own armor. (How does that happen? “Help me! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!) In 1415, he took up residence as a prisoner in the Tower of London. Continue reading
Although Colorado has only been nicked by the Polar Vortex, it has been a record year for snow in Breckenridge. This has created deep powder conditions. I am under doctor’s orders not to fall, so it’s groomed runs for me. The snow is like soft vanilla ice cream.
Since the beginning of the year, 249 inches of snow has fallen. By my expert calculations, 9 feet of snow fell in January alone. That my friend, is a lot of crazy good champagne powder! Continue reading
In case you haven’t heard, half the US is in a cyclonic weather pattern. It seems the center of the Polar Ice Cap has relocated somewhere between Madison, Wisconsin and Cleveland. The Polar Vortex is threatening to stick around and continue to break low temperature records all over the world. It spawned Winter Storm Leon which trounced through the South. It sprinkled the white stuff on several states which rarely see snow and wreaked havoc with highways and airports. His brother Maximus is bounding in from the west and is licking his heels. Is there no end to PV’s fury?
Snow cover on January 6th, 2014
Looks like an ice age to me. Will spring ever arrive in our Northern states?
Here are some tips to help you survive the coldest winter on record.
- Wear a hat to bed. Heat rises and your pillow could cause your ears to freeze off. Continue reading
After exploring Breckenridge’s breathtaking Ice Castle, I searched for the artist behind this magical place. I contacted Brent Christensen, the founder of Ice Castles, who also built them in New Hampshire and Utah this winter.
Take it away Brent!
“I’m the artist and designer of the layout at each of our three locations, but I rely heavily on our many well-trained, hard working, dedicated employees. Each of our sites took about 4 weeks of working 12-16 (hour) days. Our Breck site has about 10 full and part-time employees, New Hampshire about 15 and Midway (Utah), about 20.”
Fire and ice. Continue reading
While growing up in Wisconsin, I had many opportunities to carve snow caves out of the snowy embankment at the entrance to our driveway. In leaner years, my sister and I built roofless forts to protect us from snowball missiles. Many years later, I watched James Bond’s Die Another Day and fell in love with the Ice Palace.
So when I drove back from skiing and glimpsed unusual lighting on some enormous walls of ice and snow, I had to check it out. Someone built an ice castle in Breckenridge! I had to go.
Each handmade icicle was combined with many others to build extraordinary archways, towers and meandering walls. Continue reading
Most people relocate from their family home at some point in their life, but they don’t bring everything with them. They leave something nice behind, something we all held dear as children even though we were reminded to keep them with us at all times. You may have even sung or watched programs about them. Do you remember? They are called manners.
Big cities have high density populations so people put on blinders to create personal space. Many have become glued to their cell phones for communication and entertainment. Highways have become parking lots. Many don’t use blinkers or stop at intersections. It can be stressful and frustrating. Continue reading
Hey everybody! It’s another Use Me and Abuse Me Day.
Is this your first UMAMD? You are welcome to leave ONE LINK or URL from one of your blog posts, photos, video, anything really, in my comment section. (Paste two and you’ll end up in my spam filter. It’s always so embarrassing for me and my guest.)
That’s when the party starts. Say hello to others who stop by. Check out the new faces in my comment section. Click on a few links and tell them, “Susie sent me!” They should click back to your place. Now you know the drill! These parties always last for days and easily a full week, so you can keep stopping back.
DJ KSmash is in the house and spinning. Help yourself to the bar. If you prefer, the barista will make any coffee drink you can imagine. I’ve flown in delicacies from the finest restaurants in New York City.
I hope you have fun meeting my friends!
Now click on the video and dance with me!
It’s 2014! We all want to start the year on the right foot. Yes? Well, let’s do it. Are you ready to dance? I am!
DJ K-Smash is spinning and the crowd is ready to rage.
Yep. Another Use Me and Abuse Me Day starts tomorrow, Jan. 2nd, at 6:30 in the morning and will roll through the weekend! Bring ONE link to your favorite blog post from 2013. Leave your url in my comment section and then click on a couple. They will click back to your place! Tell them Susie sent you. This is all about YOU making a connection.
Maybe you’ll hit it off and they’ll subscribe to your blog!
2013 taught me that community is everything. Bloggers are real people who care. I have made some of the most wonderful friends through this blogging thing. My wish for 2014 is you meet some of my friends too!
Happy New Year! See you tomorrow. Bring your dancing shoes…