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The snow was so excellent today I called in my cohorts! They rolled me up a big ol’ pile to work with.

Sophie donated the stag horns and made us cocoa whilst I sculpted.

The kids waged a snowball war on Daniel as he shot pictures and then Kirsten came along and the battle kicked into high gear!

The whizzing snow missiles didn’t stop me from stag-making, though I did have to call foul a few times when someone or other tried to use the stag as a fortress.

See more pics of the snow sculpting here!

My poor dog got left out in the snow…

but Jack Frost took pity and granted her a magic horn-long live Unidog!

I was so thrilled to see icicles on our eve… I grew up in northern maine, loving the huge ice swords that hung from the roof every winter. These tiny driplets are nowhere near as impressive, but delightful nonetheless.

Even the rotten pumpkins are adorned today.

Had ourselves a sweet little Thanksgiving. Daniel and I baked us a pheasant, with cornbread apple cranberry stuffing, smashed ‘taters, chinese long beans an gravy. My mom wrangled Sam for us while we cooked, bravely fending off his megalomaniacal toober and zot arsenal

We roasted gourmet chocolate striped marshmellows over a cozy fire, colored in a crazy, egg-layin’, fire breathing dragon and watched Millions.

Twas quite the nice, tender, yummy, silly, sweet family evening. But the best part was really the following morning.

We were all snuggled into my big ol’ queen bed(well, not my mom, she sensibly went home). Sometime during the night Rain(Kirsten’s beagle) came in and mashed our feet down into a good dog-shaped bed.

I got up, showered, came back to wake up the boys so I could drop them off at their various locations and get my ass to work.

me: ‘Sam, look who’s in bed with you!’

Sam blearily raises his head to see-gasps in horror and gloms onto Daniel, burying his head in D’s armpit.

me: ‘It’s just Rain honey, it’s just the dog!’

Sam(gingerly peeking from safety): ‘I thought it was a dead pharoah!’

Daniel and me: ‘????!!!’

Sam: ‘You know, that thing we ate for dinner…’

me(comprehension dawning): ‘The pheasant!’

Sam: ‘Yeah.’

D and I(helpless laughter).

We all laughed our butts off about it all the way to Daniel’s house.

Behold the bird, somewhat gamey, but WAY better than a dead pharoah.

The kids rockin’ out to TMBG on my bed in the ‘penthouse’ suite.

We now live in an awesome new house-3 women, 2 kids and one sweet dog.

Sam has the enviable and challenging job of upholding the testosterone levels for the entire house, as even the dog is a girl. Though, seriously, there’s enuff mens hanging around here to wage war on a small country… Not that our mens would do such a thing-no sir, good boys all.

‘k, nuff blogging-whew!

Off to put my garlic in it’s fresh dug bed.

Yup, breaking sod again.

yet at my new house… So posts will be infrequent and less well decorated as I will only be online at work.

Oh, and I’ve moved-into a lovely new house with art studio space, garden space and a hot tub!

Not to mention fabulous new housemates.

Feeling a bit choppy and strange, but elated and happy to be DONE moving out.

Now I just have to retrieve all my stuff from the teetering stacks of boxes, hang art on the walls, get me some internets and it will start to feel like home around here!

Can’t wait to be UNpacking in my pretty new home, with my awesome new housemates!

Soon, so soon.

Sam discovered thixotropy today, as he poured molasses on his frenchtoast.

It’s so hot, the butter was drooling all over it’s dish and he got WAY more molasses than he bargained for!

hoooboy… Fast and MESSY!