wee sleekit beasties an' haggis

robert burns is scotland's most famous poet; a prolific man of the people, embraced by the common man, mouse, and woman (he had 9 children and 4 wives before he died at age 37). angie (fellow scot, distant cousin) and charles joined me for the 107th annual 'rabbie burns supper'. you may know rabbie best for writing 'auld lang syne' sung at hogmanay (last day of the year). personally i like his poem written to a mouse that he inadvertently disturbed with his plough.

the man

the haggis (och!)

the drums and pipers

the dinner companions, angie and charles

the Poem
to a mouse
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! ....

Ok so I won't post the whole thing, it's long and very Scottish. But I do like the first line. It is also where the Boise pipe band gets their name, the "Sleekit Beasties".

done deal

friday two-fer; abbie and i treated ken to a birthday lunch, then between falafal and baklava, ken signed ab and steve's marriage certificate!

sacrilegious in plaid

for the 7th year, a (very large) group of friends take a twisted field trip in an event called the naughty schoolgirl rampage. it was started by two birthday girls in need of a novel way to gather. it has since catapulted into a pointless-to-defend rowdy foyer into the realm of "you did what?" we know we should be grownups, but continue to pray that costumes will prevent future identification.

we all lost money on this one

saints and sinners

pillow fighting with the birthday girl at the balcony, ref included

she's mighty mighty, lettin' it all hang out

my old house is built of lath and plaster, (more like cement, actually), with square nails, knob and tube, and plenty of coal dust just to make things annoying. my light switches (one which turned on when off, and off when on) finally gave up the ghost. i bought the goods to fix it myself, but once i started, it was clearly a professional's job. now i have someone to blame for the crooked switches and the giant hole in the wall.

how could so much stuff fit behind that switch? it's an electrical miracle. see the virgin mary in that hunk of plaster?

austin in boise

our friend harlan visited from austin

harlan (left) and the gang tried the new indian restaurant

holiday in mccall

a few of us rented a cabin in mccall to ring in the new year



two snow movers at the gas station, only in idaho

bill gave henry a plate for christmas.