One and Done #11

People speak of decades as if they form natural endings, when in fact they seldom end anything cleanly. Human survivors are dragged into new slices of time with which they feel no harmony and in which they are often exposed to rasping change.

-Margaret Cheney, Tesla: Man Out Of Time

This would be a way more appropriate quote if we were, in fact, turning decades this year, but let’s face it: I’m not going to remember this quote by then.

Looks like Casey had a rough night.

Here are your links:

I loved this post at fiftyfourandahalf Our New Year’s Eve Tradition. Last night I was in bed before midnight, just wiped out and grateful to not have to be in the city. Even #5 stayed up to watch the ball drop, but I just couldn’t take poor Dick Clark again. Maybe next year I’ll strive for consciousness and give this tradition a shot.

Yesterday I made a homemade chicken pot pie à la The Pioneer Woman. If you’re not a real cook (like me) but sometimes have to feed your large-ish family (like me), then you should totally get Ree’s cookbook The Pioneer Woman Cooks. If you’re as lucky as me (not likely), your husband will buy the cookbook for you and also make most of the recipes out of it. Here’s the pot pie recipe on her website: Leftover Turkey Pot Pie. PS: I used a pre-made pie crust. Sue me.

Karen at kloppenmum had a good post on Wisdom vs. Knowledge.

Short fiction about Berlin by A.S.J. Ellis: The Berlin Diaries (Part II)

The bad-ass-est marshmallow snowman ever. I Shall Win the Snowman Contest For Myself at Spectrum Woman.

Happy 2012.

A Jack Montage

This guy.

I love him.

Here’s a picture from the first day we brought him home:

Look at that fat belly.

A rare picture of Jack both awake, and holding still:

Most of his awake pictures look like this:

He’s a busy puggle.

He’s got things to do.

Except for when he had the Cone of Shame.

He hated the Cone of Shame.

He’s an intense napper. I have lots of pictures of him sleeping.

They’re easier to get.

Nobody takes you seriously when your ears are inside-out, Jack.

What?

Well, they don’t.

Photo Caption Contest

I wrote before about the puggles’ Pentapus.

We replaced it with a whole new Octopus, and in a short while, it too has become a Pentapus. One of its severed tentacles is floating around the house just like before. Apparently, this is the natural state of things.

In honor of the MegaPuggles’ triumph over the Giant Octopus, I have a special treat.

This picture needs a caption:

That’s one of those stuffingless foxes underneath the evil brown one. They love those too, but nothing really compares to being able to rip the innards out of your prey.

To see the innards ripped out of domesticated dog prey, check out this post by Kimberliah. It’s funny.

By the way, that scratched-up dilapidated piece of furniture they’re on used to be the pretty red leather ottoman that folds out into a cot that I bought when I was single and living alone in my awesome apartment in Hoboken. The cot part was functional, but not too comfortable. The ottoman was my favorite place to sit though. It was soft, the leather was smooth and beautiful. It was where I used to sit to meditate.

*sigh*

Okay, back to the contest. I am offering a fabulous prize to the winner: your very own (used once) DVD copy of Mega Shark Versus Giant Octopus. Can you believe it? Wow! This is. . . some movie.

Leave your captions in the comments section below. Contest is open through midnight EST, July 7, 2011 and I’ll pick a winner and announce Friday, July 8.