Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Random reassurance?

Maybe if there was some sort of sign that things are going to be okay, the world wouldn't feel like such a crazy and scary place. How does that work though? I mean do we go out looking for signs, or sit quietly on the porch eating peanut m&m's to soothe ourselves while we wait? Hmm...maybe the trick is to just keep our eyes open and minds alert at all times so we don't miss anyth.......
OH SWEET CREEPY MONKEY!!! In real life!!! As in, I could have reached out to touch it, if I hadn't been so terrified. Jumping, singing AND on clearance (with a hefty price tag still, I must say). I know this was a sign, but have yet to determine the tone of the message. Seriously, don't look directly into his eyes.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Random rejects

Sometimes you just need a minute of peace. Just enough of a break in the day to take a few deep breaths...

Maybe this can be done while you wait to give your peg legged son a ride home from his friend's house...that is unless the calm is interrupted by a freaky feline pouncing on the hood of your car, scaring the bejeebers out of you. Peek-a-boo!
Maybe you can fill your lungs with a fresh breeze, you know, fling all of the windows open in the house and just close your eyes and inhale. You hear the words "there's a bird on the window" so very calmly uttered that you half expect to see one of Cinderella's sweet animated bluebirds looking to help with housework...that is until you wander over to take a photo of the spectacle and see that the bird is very real, very yellow, and wants in. Hello Goldfinch and slight hole you're working on!
Another gorgeous day without a speck of humidity in the air, and you may even forget the avian adventure from the day before. The tin foil on the front porch is holding its own, so what could there be to worry about. Cleansing breath in through the nose, out through the...what is that scratching sound? What. The. Hell. Hello greenish bird I am too lazy to look up in my bird book, or maybe I just don't really want to know who you are, because I don't think we need to be close first name basis friends.
Sure, the daily regiment of peanut m&m's helps maintain a balance for me, but sometimes it helps to have a more potent elixir on hand. I treated myself to one of the new core flavors from Ben and Jerry's. I was giddy, and salivating, with anticipation (deep breaths) as I saw my daughter open her carton of brownie core to reveal such a core-riffic splendor. Then I opened mine...
...um, hello? Where was my caramel core? Where was my moment of sanity? Are you freaking kidding me? I dug down a little bit to see if the salted caramel gooeyness was just shy...nope. Yes, of course I contacted Ben & Jerry's via their online comment link, letting them know I had been rattled to my core by a lack thereof. I considered opting for snail mail so I could include this sad photo, but the extra step of printing it might have put me right over the edge. (Hey, I wonder what would happen if you sent letters to companies you loved to praise them, or even let then know when issues were found?)

Desperate times call for desperate measures, right? How about an old standard?
As you can see, I did not lay out the big bucks for a full pint, as I was still feeling the scorn and longing for my missing salted caramel. I also thought an actual single serving size was a better idea than calling something much larger a single serving. Cute? Yes. Totally satisfying? Hmm...

Don't forget to breathe...in...and out!

Friday, July 15, 2016

Foz-zie-man Go!


Poke-who? You see a Bellsprout where? On my what? How do I get rid of it? This is ridiculous!

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Random test…(beeeeeeeeeeeeep)

This is only a test of the non-emergency broadcast system. Does this thing still work? Oh fine, since we're here, or at least I am, not sure if anyone else has stopped by, might as well shake off a little random…

I think I may have found my next DIY project, since I am pretty sure we still have some of our fabulous prehistoric play animals hanging around here somewhere. Of course there is plenty of paint. Now if I could only find the right person, at the proper moment, to appreciate such loveliness…

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

A bit randy

Well would you look at this, some photos just hanging around waiting for words to make them seem more post-like. This seems like a level of writing I can manage!

Things were pretty crazy around here (or so I thought). Despite my grandiose efforts to ward off the barn swallows to protect the robin's nest, team feathers had other issues. A mourning dove took over the nest, and...
...I was super excited, until three days later when the nest was completely empty. Egg nappers! Eek!

There was also a high level of concern inside the house as my husband's cereal inventory plummeted to a never before seen low!
If you've been hanging around here for any amount of time, you are certainly alarmed as well. If you are new here, this is not unusual...
Back to the other photo...Those crispy oats on the left are actually Fozzie's. The husband's  green candy bin looks a little sparse too, but I could have shared if necessary (per my own discretion as to how that would be defined...the "necessary" and the "sharing").

And then of course, I had this on my mind...
...Over qualified? Under qualified? References?

Friday, June 17, 2016

Fractured Friday


Bones, bones, bones! These people keep talking about bones. Do you think I am going to get a new bone? Wait, do you think this photo has anything to do with anything?
And what is this? Where has he been?
Sure, it may not look like he moves fast, but I am exhausted from watching him just the same.
I suppose I can let him hug me, if it will make him feel better. I am such a giver. I mean look at the sacrifice I am making.

**Thanks for letting Foz fill you in on our week, as he was more able to string sentences. I just had words like "ambulance", "surgery", "steel rod", "pain". There will eventually be a post with my own take on the ordeal.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Foiled again, Foz


So maybe she saw a barn swallow investigating our porch? Maybe. You understand, I am starting to wonder about these things she "sees". Plus, I do not feel safe, I feel humiliated. Cue the Sara McLachlan music, and somebody rescue me already!