Friday, October 1, 2010

Eagle Lake Tri

Alli has promised to recount all the blood, sweat and tears from the tri, but until then you can distract yourself with the video.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Slip 'N Slide

In any high stakes match up of competitive of slip 'n slide, style counts. You be the judge, the votes will be tallied...who should walk away the champion?

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Sandhill Cranes

Steve took this photo with his phone on HWY 8. He thinks they may be Sandhill cranes. You all can keep your eye out for them next time you're on that road. I (Angie) will be avoiding them due to my major fear of flying creatures. In any case, nice pic Dad!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Albert Flies

Probably shouldn't let Huck see this or we'll have to increase his Prozac.

Photo credit: The Incomparable Courtney Perry

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

This is a guest post by Courtney, the unofficial official member of the Jones clan. I mean, you've seen the wooden rings, right?

If you thought your dog was the one who had committed the most heinous offense at the cabin yet, let Bingo's roof hopping put you at ease. The first time it happened, Tony yelled, "Bingo's on the roof!" As a photojournalist, I was torn--do I run in and grab my camera because it's so darn cute/funny or do I rush to save my dog from falling 8 feet or more to her demise? It was a tough decision. We chose life.

Later, whilst sitting on the dock with Albert and calling Bingo's name to no avail, we suddenly heard the telltale pitter patter of tiny feet on roof. Luckily, we were camera-ready this time. Careful not to call her name from lakeside so she wouldn't launch herself off in that direction, we ran up to the opposite side and lured a freaked-out Bingo to the safe edge.

Thanks to Tony for the swift camera work. The cam certainly balanced the weight of the wine in his opposite hand.

Monday, June 21, 2010

On Behalf of Doug and the Fish Guts

First, some context. Sarah thought the best way to remember to bring home the fish guts was to place them in the recycling bin. Of course! Well, not really...on the way home she exclaimed, "Oh $hit! I forgot the fish guts!" The next weekend, as Ted was trying to show off the cabin to his California friends, he encountered a stench that sent him gagging, hunched over down the road (see below). It was only Doug who could handle the mess...

Actually, I'm the one who should blog about the fish guts because I'm the one who had to deal with it since Ted wimped out and walked away (talk about puke in the driveway!!)  Fortunately, Tony came up with the great idea of pouring chlorine bleach over it to kill the wigglies and the smell.  So I stopped on the way up, got some bleach and did that.  Only problem was, after letting it stand over night, I still had to get rid of the mess.  So I dug it out of the garbage can, carried it down across the creek and buried it where I hope the dogs won't find it and dig it up.

 Then I had to deal with the cans; I doubled bagged them and hauled them to the recycling center in Crosby.  Then I had to clean the garbage can which I did with more bleach and soap.  Whole thing shot a lot of the day - but its gone.  If anybody does that again, guess who is going to clean it up.

Medal of Honor (Eagle Lake style) for above and beyond would be appropriate!