Not a shooter! Only a gunman.

Just some dumb kid in the food court fighting with another kid about a debt. Information distribution was a nightmare and there was a great deal of confusion about was and wasn't accurate and we should or should not do. I think our info and evac system needs a tweak or two.

Making a rainbarrel.

The teacher. The choices...hmmm...I'll take the pepperocini barrel.Getting the spigot in wasn't easy.

But the final product is a keeper.

Azaleas, dogwood and redbuds, oh my.

It can only mean springtime has hit the Gator nation.

The last of the "recycled" bricks.

Filled with leaves to compost for now it will become a springtime raised bed of peppers and tomatoes and whatever else tickles my fancy. I'm taking a class on the 6th so we'll see how right or wrong I've got it.

Even birds need a rainy day place to hang.

Pandora gets a perfect sky for her evening stroll.

Hey diddle diddle, the cats in the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.

In this case, the horse jumped over the fence. Really, just out there in the middle of nowhere en-route to Waldo.

A perfect pile of construction swag.

I loaded the trunk with the help of JoAnn and Jocelyn. Three times. I love trash.
The stockpile. A work in progress.The finished product.

Bill's skully ball.

Named for Dana I suppose.

Grater lady.
I've been looking at these forever. This one showed up on the marked down, marked down, marked down counter.

Christmas at Nature Coast Botanical Gardens.
Pam lives near here so we took an afternoon walk and voted for our favorite tree. The Asian motif was at the top of both of our lists. So was the yellow ribbon tree by and elementary school. The ribbons were wooden and students had printed the names and relations of family in wars. Some had full names. Some had dates. My favorite simply read "Grandpa".

Cadence goes camping.

Well, maybe soon. Here she is at her "stove". There were lots of accessories too buy I think they escaped my eagle photographic skills. Note the glow under the skillet. It gurgles and splashes to sound like coffee is perking and bacon if frying.

Cadence loves to cook and bake, especially bake, with Grandma.

Here are two additions to up the ante in her toy kitchen.Doing the Play Doh thing.

Cady and Daddy have a strong Lego bond.

Happy birthday Dot.

I'm so glad Annette had a camera and a plan to get a photo.We had brunch, mimosas and Nellie and Sophie's Paradise Torte. It was good a day with good friends.

(Dot, Tootie, Sandy, Elizabeth, Deborah, Marion, and Annette...Melinda was taking the pix.)

Origami Christmas tree forest.

It's a start anyway. I was having a sad moment so to cheer me up Keith taught me how to make these.

Annual Quates party.

Always a perfect party. Great food, great friends, great house, and a great big buck...you hunters know what I mean. It's a great time of the year. EmmettJuliaThe treeThe deer. OK, I forgot to get a picture of that one.

Not one but TWO dinosaurs.

The road to (and from) Pam's house is littered with cool stuff not the least of which are TWO dinosaurs.
And one manatee.

The birds needed a bath.

Step one. Buy junk you love but don't need and can't quite figure out what to do with; like this bronze ball or this old glass ceiling lamp shade which looks darn close to one we had in the Bradenton Florida room once upon a time. Or candle holders you already have too many of.

Step two. E6000, what did we ever do before that came along.

Step three. Drag out those old vases sitting under the sink.

Step four. Glue. Glue. Glue. And a birdbath will appear.

Sheila's family cookie exchange.

In true Pam style she called at 3 to find out the party started at 4. There was also the matter of the hour drive so no matter how you calcuate we were already officially late. Whatever, we still had to bake and decorate and get ourselves party ready so we were hours from departure.

The nighttime trip across the bridge was beautiful as always but NO ONE seems to know a turn signal indicator means please let me over. We missed our exit because of it and had to turn around which mean going back over the bridge and then another exit and turn and back onto the bridge for the third crossing of the evening.

Sheila's family loves Pam (and her dogs) so no big deal that we were late. They even like me because I took Pandora when Aunt Pat could no longer keep her. This is Sheila...not Aunt Pat. There was sangria, tex-mex and a chiminea fire because, doggone it, it was only 80+ degrees with 90% humidity but it's December and celebrate in December style we will, weather be danged. Oh yeah, and there were cookies.