What do these two things have in common?

A basket full of homeless stuffed animals and a pile of gravel -- what could they possibly have in common? Wanna guess?

There's a clue on this page. It's obvious when you see it, I think.

Answer tomorrow. :)

Something pretty redux

My Minerva Amaryllis keeps getting prettier and prettier as it blooms. I think I can get hooked on growing bulbs in the winter, especially since I'm home to enjoy the flowers.

The Red Lion Amaryllis that I started at the same time is way behind, barely sprouting still, so I should have flowers for a while now.

On the personal front, things are going along.

My father-in-law had a stroke yesterday, affecting his brain stem right cerebellum near the brain stem. As long as the swelling goes down in the next few days, we're hopeful that the effects will be minimal, all things considered. Send some healing thoughts his way.

I'd hoped to get the Christmas tree down today, but I think that'll have to wait another week now.

Baby X is rolling around a lot and starting to get a little mobile. We need to seriously do some baby-proofing in the next month. I'm trying to get Baby X on a sleep schedule, which, except for today, has been going well. Hopefully, this nap will be a long one and he'll catch up on the sleep he missed this morning.

Oh, and I finally did something with my haleyhughes domain and put together a writer's website. I cannibalized things from this blog to get it started. I fully expect it to evolve as I have time. This is more of a rough draft. Check it out. Feedback is always welcome.

That's about all the time I can spare for the blog today. I'll try not to be a stranger.

Something pretty

As we settle into the deepest and dreariest part of winter, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to look at something pretty. I took this today. This bulb is just starting to bloom and will soon be bringing some warm-weather cheer to the house. It's from one of those Christmas bulb kits, but I started it a little late and that's how we missed the Christmas part of it.

Tell Me Thursday: ... The Perpetrator

Yesterday, we witnessed the crime. Poor little Pooh Bear -- a mere shell of his former self.

How could this have happened?!?

Meet Benton, our friends' 9-month-old Bernese Mountain Dog. Caught red-pawed. See that shifty gaze?



Will a stuffie ever be safe around such a ferocious beast? How many more stuffies have to die?

Alas, what else would you expect from a puppy when he meets "a chubby little cubbie all stuffed with fluff?" It's too much to resist!

Fortunately, it wasn't Baby X's Pooh Bear. 

And yes, I've been singing "Winnie the Pooh" more than I care to admit lately. :)

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Wordless Wednesday: The Crime...

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