Dude, Alpacas are hilarious.

And that's all I have to say about that.

This is Baby Sean. He is my god
son. We have a good time together, though he doesn't do much yet. Pretty much he stares at you for a while, and then he might smile, and then he tries to match noises that you might make. Sometimes he blows bubbles with his spit, which is only cute when babies do it.

It is hard to believe that after so much time, the bubble Christ has come.
But he has come.
And he's moving to a North Carolina town near you.
And far from me.
Here, he raises the bubbles, while his niece (who may or may not be his partner in crime once she learns some more words of manipulation) looks on.

Blogs that I don't read:

Bitter Librarians
Daughters without Mothers
Sisters without Kittens
Libertarian Librarians
Knitting Fools
Sarcasm Jackets
Foes of Little Bunny FooFoo

Though to tell you the truth, I may read Bitter librarians if it is superbitter.
See my pictures at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/feathermar

Beautiful Bog in Binghamton.

Nature Preserve, October 2005.

I'm pretty sure that some higher being will view the show "My Super Sweet Sixteen" and decide to start the apocalypse.

And that higher being would be right to do so.

Seriously, kill me now.

Dogwood tree.

I am a librarian who used to be a writer. I am a knitting, supergluing, soon-to-be sewing chickie who likes to take lots of pictures with a somewhat fancy camera.