Weird Day

Today was one of those days where I kept checking over my shoulder to see if I was on Candid Camera. Nothing extremely odd, but little quirky things happened all day long. There may be a full moon out, but I didn't notice that I was especially hairy this morning. Perhaps it was just karma paying me back for some forgotten transgression. Who knows? I'm just glad one more day is in the books.

Mother Nature needs to take a parenting class

Yesterday morning I was sitting on our front steps reading a book and enjoying the day. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small baby robin hopping around my feet. It was just a fledgling that had apparently fallen from it's nest. I realized the mother robin was chirping loudly and flying nervously from tree to tree. I felt her pain. There's been many a time that my child was in a situation where I couldn't help him as I would have wanted. A quick check of the internet and I realized there was nothing that I could do to help the baby robin and his very upset momma, other than chase away the neighbor's cat several times. It finally hit me that Mother Nature could use a parenting lesson. It seems so cruel to me that a baby and mother could be separated and it's all part of Nature's plan. I guess she takes a "hands off" approach to parenting and lots of tough love lessons. I prefer to take my child breakfast in bed and give him back rubs at bedtime to relieve the day's stress. Hopefully Father Time will agree to watch the kids so Mother Nature can sign up for a class at her local Y.

Weekend Round Up

Peppy loved flying. He even loved it when we flew through some pretty bumpy air. As adults around us were turning five shades of green, my champ was chillin' like a villain. The wedding was beautiful and the bride was stunning. The house in which we stayed was by far one of the coolest places I've laid my head. (pic below) Also, I've decided that St. Simons Island is now one of my top places to live. I loved the laid back attitude of the people and the beautiful live oaks dripping with Spanish Moss. Most of all, I enjoyed spending time with Solomwi, Peppy, and the in-laws. My husband's family is always so warm and welcoming and we got the exciting news that Molly's going to become an official part of the family.

We're gradually returning to normal around the house after our fun filled weekend. The goggies had a great time at the kennel and they came back smelling fresh and clean after their complementary baths. I even think the cat may have missed us...just a little.

Girl we're flyin on the G5 G5

Actually, I think we're taking a much smaller plane, but we're flying on something. It will be Peppy's first time in the air and he's pretty excited about the flight. I'm pretty excited about sharing this moment with him. There are so many firsts in a child's life and it's not always possible to be there for each one. I think it makes those firsts so much more special when I am there to witness them. I personally love to fly and I hope that Pep will share that sentiment as well. If not, I'll hold the barf bag for him and tell him it will all be over soon.

Lots of love,
'bug

Clothes shopping is UNFUN.

I don't like to buy clothes for myself. I could buy all day for other people, but I do not like to purchase clothes for myself. In fact, I'm not super comfortable purchasing anything that is solely for my own use. I did manage to find a nice outfit to wear to a wedding I'll be attending this weekend. I also found a tie for Peppy to wear to the same wedding. When I showed it to him, he looked at me as if I were holding out a hangman's noose covered in the blood of other victims. Of course, to an eleven year old, that's probably preferable to wearing the tie. At least you could brag to your friends about sporting a blood soaked hangman's noose. There's not much street cred being handed out on the playground for the kid that wore the tie. Of course, I wonder how much street cred is handed out on the playground in the first place, but that's really neither here nor there.

I'm also struggling to find a use for the brightly colored boiled eggs that are habitating in my fridge. Our big doggie is allergic to chicken and also suffers from the occasional bout of gas that can clear a room...fifteen miles a way. Our small doggie sleeps in my bed, so no boiled eggs for him either. If anyone has a suggestion for the eggs, please feel free to comment.

Really, just comment...period. The silence is deafening.

It's not Blogger's Block

I realize that I’ve had my blog for less than a week and I’ve already left my readers (all three of you) without entertainment for one night. It’s not bloggers block though. I’m never at a loss for words. I am, however, frequently at a loss for time. Last night was a whirlwind of cooking, cleaning, laundry, and shooting the breeze with my wonderful kid. I also played with the dogs and fed the kitty. I was almost a domestic goddess…almost.

Unfortunately, tonight is no different. Tonight Peppy and I are heading out to sit in too-cold-for-April-even-if-it-is-Birmingham weather and watch my adorable niece “Ghee” play softball.

However, in an effort to not leave you hanging…again…I have asked a guest blogger to fill in for me. Please welcome Cinco, our moderately obese kitty, as he blogs about his day.

I woke up this morning to the sound of the female human slave’s alarm. She allowed it to ring repeatedly, so I decided to punish her by marching across her face. She finally woke up and I tried once again to make her fall down the stairs while she was carrying the small red dog slave. I have nothing against the female human slave, but the small red dog slave continues to make unappreciated sexual advances towards me. I watched from the safety of the dryer as the big dumb dog slave was released from her cage. The female human slave fed them first…I remembered to puke up a hairball on the kitchen floor, while she was at work, as punishment for this error. After enjoying a hearty breakfast I snuggled with the human child slave while he ate his breakfast in bed. I have still been unable to train the female human slave to bring ME breakfast in bed, but I’m patient. After the human slaves locked the dog slaves in their crates and left for the day, I decided to bathe myself in front of the crates. I always enjoy sending the inferior animals a reminder that I am not incarcerated during the day. Later, I decided to curl up on a clean pile of laundry and sleep for a few hours. I left a surprise in the litter box and then slept for a few more hours. The excitement of leaving the hairy punishment on the kitchen floor wiped me out, so I again powernapped until the human slaves arrived again. I’ve decided to let them live another 24 hours, but that’s mainly because I haven’t learned to open the cat food can by myself.

Disdainfully yours,
Cinco

The Legend of the Easter Bunnies & The Spring Chickens...or reason #7 that my son may one day need therapy

There are highs and lows to having a smart child. One of the lows of raising my smart child came when he was four years old and wanted to know the background of the Easter Bunny. It was bedtime on Easter night and he was a little hyped up on too much sugar and chocolate. I was exhausted from hiding plastic eggs eleventy billion times and just a little loopy. That combination resulted in The Legend of the Easter Bunnies and the Spring Chickens. It went something like this:

Peppy: Mom how does the Easter Bunny get to everybody’s house in one night?
Me: There’s more than one Easter Bunny and they each hit a few houses.
Peppy: How many Easter Bunnies are there?
Me: Millions. Bunnies have lots of babies.
Peppy: Do the Easter Bunnies hide if you wake up during the night and catch them in your house?
Me: No. Do you know the chocolate bunnies they sell?
Peppy: Yes.
Me: Well if you wake up and catch one of the Easter Bunnies they turn into chocolate bunnies.
Preston: Really?
Me: Yes. That’s how they keep the Easter Bunny population under control.
Peppy: Where do the Easter Bunnies live?
Me: There’s a hole in the ground that leads to a huge cave. They live there.
Peppy: Do they live alone?
Me: No, the Spring Chickens live there too.
Peppy: Who are the Spring Chickens?
Me: You know the plastic eggs?
Peppy: Yep
Me: They lay the plastic eggs and the Easter Bunnies ship them out to all the stores.
Peppy: What keeps people from getting into the cave and turning all the Easter Bunnies into chocolate bunnies?
Me: They have a guard dog.
Peppy: What kind of guard dog?
Me: A chocolate lab.
Peppy: What’s the dog’s name?
Me: Hershey
Peppy: Mom, how do you know all this stuff?
Me: A fairy told me. Now, please go to sleep.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter!

First Crushes and First Blogs

My first love was Dale Murphy. He was a baseball player for the Atlanta Braves and he always looked so handsome in his baby blue uniform. He made my 8 year old heart skip a beat when he stepped to the plate. I thought I would grow up and one day marry Dale Murphy. Then my older brother pointed out that Dale Murphy was already married and...just like that my 8 year old heart was shattered into tiny skittle sized pieces. However, it started a trend of my developing crushes on athletes in blue uniforms that continued until the day that I married my dear husband. Although it's been over fifteen years since he wore his blue football jersey, I've seen the pictures and they too made my heart skip a beat.

Now I've created my first blog, and I have that same giddy sense of excitement that I had when I was crushing on The Murph. Everything feels new and exciting. I'm all warm and tingly. My head is spinning and I feel like giggling. While I'm pretty certain it's the blog, it could also be the glass of wine I was sipping earlier. Anywho, I look forward to this post being the first of many that will keep people entertained and coming back for more.

Much love always,
ladibug