Coming To Town.

You better not sass,
You better not scowl,
You better not wrap your head in a towel,
Homeland Security is watching your town.

They're making a list,
They're checking it twice,
They might render you to Eygpt
Put your balls in a vise.
Homeland Security is watching your town.

They know when you've been sleeping,
They know when you're awake,
They stop you when you're traveling
and touch your junk, for goodness sake!

OH, you better not sass,
You better not scowl,
You better not wrap your head in a towel,
Homeland Security is watching your town.

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Change of Address.

Last week, we moved into our new apartment. We thought we would wait until we could afford a place big enough to house all our stuff, but John had a small one-bedroom unit come available in a building he manages downtown, and the location and the price were right.

It's an upstairs, end unit, so when there's sun, it's sunny.

The view from our front window. Small world: the building in the
foreground was Emily's father's first office.

Our living room/office/dining room/media center.

Kitchen and a bit of the bedroom.

Kitchen and living room.

It's compact, but cute, and we are enjoying having our own space with at least a bit of our artwork and kitchen implements. It's amazing how much you can miss a good set of knives.

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300.

Acknowledging our 300th post since this adventure began.

Living Winter.

As Californians, we've never really experienced the day-to-day reality of winter.

So when we woke up on the second day of the great Boise snowstorm

of 2010, we realized that we had to learn a new way of living.

Starting with digging out the car.

So we have to learn how to walk and drive on ice and put up
with bundling and unbundling several times a day,
but there are compensations.

It isn't really bliss, but it is incredibly beautiful.

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More Frozen Turkeys. Parade Edition.

We all decided it would be fun to go to the annual downtown Boise Christmas Parade.

Unfortunately, it was the beginning of the worst snowstorm Boise
has had in quite a few years. Emily managed to get us there intact.

Conditions were sketchy to say the least, but we were all game.

The crowds were sparse, but everyone seemed determined to have a good time.

There were patriotic equestrian displays.

Unicycles with snow tires.

Happy hippies.

A few holiday-addled vatos.

A big skunk.

And, of course, Shriners!
What's a parade without Shriners?

But it wasn't until we saw the reindeer that we really began
to feel the Christmas spirit.

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