Day 5.

Spent yet another evening at our home away from home: The Virginia Beach Field House.

There I watched my son play a wicked game of indoor soccer... they beat the other team 14-0. I started to feel a little sorry for the boys on the other team. Another goal. Whoop dee doo.

But my boy scored one and made several assists when he wasn't playing defense. So, yes. Whoop dee doo.

And this was how he felt on our long (10 minute) drive home:

zzzzzzzzzzz.

Day 4.

It's been a while since I've been on a date. 

We discussed this recently, and decided that MAYBE it was about time.

Of course my spouse's ideal date includes putting his feet up, sipping beer and watching a movie without saying a word to me. This is what a 22 year old relationship brings you.

But I have ants in my pants these days and I don't want to sit on my butt watching an overpriced movie. So I protested the proposal.

So he got the hint and decided to take me to a "surprise destination."

And we arrived at our local rock climbing gym.

On his way to a nose bleed.

Rock climbing is extremely romantic when you know the premise behind it: he knows I want to develop my upper body strength so I can become a stronger swimmer for my half ironman.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww.

I knew I married well.

Day 3.

Do not, I repeat DO NOT, neglect your pet's toenails.

This is unacceptable and horrific.

And yes, the photo is horrific too. My cell phone wanted to focus on my hand and not the spirally, grotesque nails on this poor little Chihuahua.

But it's one to remember, anyway... so it's my photo of the day.

And yes. The nails are trimmed and the doggie can walk now.

Crisis alleviated.

Day 2.

This is Nanuk.

He's a humungous Malamute. 

He's old and arthritic, so we see him often for cold laser therapy.

He always seems to have a big ol' smile on his face.

365 Project '13; Day One

So here we go again with my next attempt at a 365 photo project.

Maybe if I'm okay using my cell phone it'll actually happen.

Day One:

Driving back from my New Year's Day bike ride, I saw a ramshackle house with a bunch of junk out on the front yard with a big "For Sale" sign in front.

And there was the pizza man. Leaning up against some India-style elephant planter, pizza tray absent from his very capable hand. In the cold January rain.

Got pizza? No.

I don't know why he caught my eye and I felt the urge to pull my car onto the roadside so I can capture his nonchalant smirk.

But I did.