Archive for the ‘Chavo’ category

All’s Right with the World

July 6th, 2010

It’s only the 6th, but what a July it’s been already! Matthew Charles and his mom have been visiting for a few weeks, and above is one of my favorite pictures from their trip: Matthew on the swingset at Mom and Dad’s. And here’s a good shot of Sarah, me, and Linds on an oddly chilly Thursday afternoon.

My other favorite picture (so far, as I’ll be seeing the Merrills again later this week) is of Matthew and Mom in mid-giggle:

I spent last weekend in DC with Mandy and her fabulous friends. We ate out, we saw a movie, we went to a Nats game, we tubed down the Shenandoah River. And to cap it all off: We watched the fireworks from the South Lawn of the White House! Here’s Evan, me, Carol, and Mandy right as we arrived:

It was an amazing experience – the nicest portable bathrooms you can imagine (!), the friendliest people, Secret Service everywhere, yummy Dove chocolate ice cream bars, lots of beverages, a concert by The Killers, and the most gorgeous backdrop for watching fireworks I’ve ever seen. I guess the Obamas made an appearance, but we didn’t get to experience the meet and greet. Still, thanks to Keri for the amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Here’s me at the White House!

There are more pictures from Sarah and Matthew’s visit in the Summer 2010 album, and lots more from DC here.

In other news, I hit a raccoon with my car, and I had a chipmunk in my apartment! For a few days, I felt like I was living in an evil Disney movie. Ha! And this also happened…

Chav injured his paw again, and has to wear this ridiculous cone. I think it’s been more traumatizing for me than for him! He’s doing much better than he was when I snapped this picture, thankfully!

The title of this post comes from a quote by Ada Louise Huxtable:

Summer is the time when one sheds one’s tensions with one’s clothes, and the right kind of day is 
jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief 
that all’s right with the world.

Chavo Is Twelve

June 25th, 2010

I was away on Chavo’s birthday (June 18th, or so I decided long ago), so here is the (belated) traditional post in his honor. Happy birthday to my bean!

Ouch

May 15th, 2010

The Bean cut the pad of his paw on something and bled all over the house. Good times! A trip to the vet, a very large bill, and one big bandage later, he’s on the mend – but none too happy about it, even though the bandage has now been replaced with a baby bootie (really). Poor Chav!

The Bean Says Brrr

December 29th, 2009

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That is all.

My Christmas Elf

December 16th, 2009

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It’s a busy time of year, so I haven’t had time to post in awhile. To make up for it, here are some pictures of Chavo. Above, The Bean snuggling up to my festive Christmas socks. And here, he helps me with the present wrapping. Always helpful, that Chav. Happy almost Christmas!

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My Birthday Came Early

November 22nd, 2009

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… in the form of this beautiful chair! Mom and Dad got if for me today. As you can see, Chavo clearly approves. :-)

Before You Try Another

September 11th, 2009

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Two days until half marathon number five! The Gang has worked hard over the past 16 weeks, and raised over $30,000 along the way! We’ll be decked out in bright red shirts and ridiculously blue hats on race day, so there’s no chance you’ll miss us. The photo above shows off the tech shirt I got when registering (white), the tech shirt I bought at the teeny expo (red), my bib, and, of course, my Gang shirt. Oh, plus Chavo for good measure. See you at the finish line!

The title of this post comes from a quote by Frank Shorter (and feels oh-so-relevant after the disaster that was my last half in Houston):

You have to forget your last marathon before you try another. Your mind can’t know what’s coming.

Sweetness and Light

June 28th, 2009

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Strawberry jam day! Since Grandma Richmond taught me how to make jam three summers ago, it’s become a yearly tradition for me to whip up the sticky deliciousness for the family. Today I made 18 jars. Yum! Above is a picture of the finished product. And below is silly self-portrait. Yes, a self-portrait of me and a jar of jam.

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As you can see, Chavo helped out on jam day by reading the funny papers. Thanks, Bean!

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The title of this post comes from a quote by Jonathan Swift:

…instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our lives with honey* and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest things, which are sweetness and light.

*Maybe not honey. :-)

Chavo is Eleven

June 18th, 2009

My little guy is eleven today! I tried to get a nice portrait, but he was hopped on on tuna (the ultimate kitty birthday dinner), so here are the results. A self-portrait (above), a “hey, what’s that string hanging off the camera?” shot, and an action shot. Happy birthday, Bean!

You Feel Like Whistling

April 5th, 2009

Another busy week (Gilda’s, audio, work, workouts, shopping, too much TV), and another busy weekend. Yesterday Andrea and I braved the hurricane-force winds and rain/sleet/snow (welcome to April in upstate New York) and spent the morning at the Public Market. The pictures above and below are from the produce stands there. Yes, that’s snow on the grapes below!

Today was a PY day; I snapped a few shots while Mom, Dad, Jennie, and I were out on our afternoon walk, including this one of a busted old sign on Liberty Street near Main:

Here are some flowers growing outside The Oliver House Museum on Main Street:

And now for something completely different, here’s a picture of The Bean, who was busy soaking up the sunshine this morning on my Fruit Stripe gum-inspired comforter:

Finally, Lindsay was kind enough to model a lovely shirt that traveled all the way from Penn Yan and spent several nights on a bush before winding up in my possession. I think it would go (not match) really well with a pair of Water Jeans, Linds!

The title of this post is from a quote by Doug Larson:

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.