Recent Text Conversation

This conversation recently took place after Amy's weekend away with the gals while I watched the kids:

[on the phone]:
Amy: Where are the rest of the muffins that were in the freezer?
Steve: We ate them all while you were gone.
Amy: (Slightly annoyed), oh, um, okay.

[switch to texting]:
Steve: 12 muffins for 3 people over 4 days is not unreasonable.
Amy: My unspoken expectation was that they be eaten once for (a) breakfast, not finished off by snacking.

Steve: So far today I have eaten zero muffins...
Amy: But you could have if they'd been left in the freezer and you hadn't had a snack attack.
Steve: We all ate them over the weekend. There was no muffin fest.
Amy: Yes, Autumn just informed me. Good to know.
Steve:For lunch I got 6 muffins and Autumn and Cedar got 3 each.
Steve: Muffin micro-manager. They were drying out anyway.
Amy:Yes, you're right.
Steve: I'm saving that text for future reference.

Amy:Well, note I didn't apologize.
Steve: Well you know what unforgiveness does for you. Let go of your muffin bitterness. 
Amy: I'm not bitter, just judgmental.
Steve:Why are you always judging me because I only believe in muffins?
Amy: Ha ha ha...I am response-less.

Steve: They were the Lords muffins, for the ninos.
Amy: Lol, The ninos needed salad...not muffins...
Steve: They got plenty of salad or something.
Steve: Plenty of carrots and celery in the fridge if you're hungry
Amy: Yeah, thanks.
Steve: Going back to work. Hopefully your muffin issues are resolved.

Amy: Fine. Let's change topics. The thermos does not go in the dishwasher...
Steve: Crimony...if you want a job done right...
Amy: Duck 'n dodge...

June Flickr Update

http://www.flickr.com/photos/60147020@N03/

The Perfect Husband

"Go ahead and finish that chapter. I'll just clean the kitchen while taking care of the kids."

Autumn's First Shooting Lesson

Autumn's first time shooting. 

Autumn lining it up

The gun is a tad heavy

"I hit it"

Autumn displays her first bulls-eye

More fun than a day at the park according to Autumn

Not a bad group!

Autumn and I headed to a local gravel pit for her first introduction to the world of shooting sports. The gun ( a Crossman BB) was a skosh too big, but at this point we're just working on getting a sight picture and having fun. The details will come later. She was a good student and took seriously my instructions about gun safety. Autumn said it was more fun than going to the park. I'm looking forward to many more sessions like the one today. Good shooting Autumn.

Some of My Best Work

Just finished installing new baseboards and trim in the entire house. I was particularly proud of this funky corner. That's a 7/8" lip on that counter.

April Update

I have sensed grand-parental rumblings from Fairbanks, just south of the arctic circle all the way south to the end of the Oregon Trail. Here you go. Of course check out flickr for the whole show.

How I spent February

And part of March. Bears, bears, bears. Five days a week for five weeks straight. Mostly rain and snow and a bit of sunshine. Easily over 100 miles hiked and thousands of vertical feet climbed.Too bad it isn't August, I'm in sheep shape now. We found 25 dens and captured about half of those.

That's a nice boar in that very large hemlock tree.

It will be just a weird dream and a bit of a hangover when she wakes.

How many folks get to crawl into a bear den, with the bear still there?

The constant rain and fog wears on you, and then the sun breaks through...

This old buck eluded every hunter but couldn't escape old man winter.

Who needs a tent when I know where all these hidey places are now?

These bears pick some sweet dens in some magnificent places.

Mama bear with three cubs.

Looking north toward Ratz Harbor.

Click and you'll see the ear tags, about 25' down this hollow log.

It's been a mild winter, but above 1K' it's full on winter.

Another classic sun breaking through moment.

Occasionally they wake and lumber out. This guy will wake and crawl back to bed.

Another mama and babies.

Looking across Clarence Straight.

This little guy was content and had a full belly of milk.

Almost ready for processing.

2K feet on top of the mountain. Where are you?

Well hello, there you are.

A rare sunny day. A pleasure to be out.

Sunlight on Cedar.

Rugged peaks of Manty Mountain.