Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Since the weather is still too chilly for babies to be hatching and no Mama birds were fluttering around this small creature, I assumed this wasn't a baby. Instead, I found a mature female gold finch. She let me pick her up without much drama. On her back, I could see a puncture, probably from one of the hawks nesting in the back yard. She happily snuggled into the nest I made with my hand and chest, tucked her head into her feathers and went to sleep.
Since I so thoughtlessly sold the cage Skippy lived in at a yard sale last weekend, I had nowhere to put this poor little creature. Neighbor Terri fished out a crab pot that has lots of holes and a lid. This would do until I could grab a small cage from Pet Smart.
Back in her pot, I left her in the kitchen while I ran to find her a more comfy home. When I returned two hours later, the poor girl was dead. Nature truly sucks sometimes!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
I think Dog On It is one in a series of Chet and Bernie Mysteries. The unique thing about this book is that it's written in the voice of the dog, Chet. Chet flunked out of police K-9 School when his last test was infiltrated by a cat and he chose to chase the cat instead of the job. Now he works with Bernie, a divorced father of one, a sometimes heavy drinker, and in debt up to his eyeballs Private Investigator.
They set out to investigate a missing teenager but wind up tangling with the Russian mob in the desert of New Mexico. From the perspective of a dog, the story is very entertaining.
I think I'll check to see if the library has more Chet and Bernie Mysteries. I'd like to hear all of the details of flunking out of K-9 school!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Whenever the ball went out of bounds, Riley Dog would retrieve it and return it covered in dog slobber. We would wipe it down and continue to play.
Unfortunately, the Dorks beat the Slammers 16 to 21.
There's always tomorrow!
"Oh my God, she caught him! RUN!"
Thanks Susie and Jenny for the chicken mask! My children didn't even notice it was me in the yard! Amazing, huh?
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Apparently, we found the ugliest blue paint in the world. After one coat (we kept hoping it would look better when the whole room was done), we decided paint the color of Superman's tights just wouldn't work for us!
After a trip to Home Depot and advice from the paint guy, we added two cans of pure white to the UGLY blue that was left in the gallon can. Still no good! Fortunately, we figured this out BEFORE we put the paint on the wall.
After one more trip out (Kohl's, not Home Depot), a bathmat and shower curtain finish off the bathroom. The boys are no longer embarrassed to let their friends relieve themselves in the upstairs bathroom with the lights on!
My only dilemma now...Does the shower curtain look better in...
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
In their recent newsletter, they plugged the Purple Elephant. No, they hadn't been doing Jello shots while writing their newsletter! The Purple Elephant Computer Factory for Kids is the perfect spot to take old computers to be cleaned up, revamped and fitted with internet software. They are then sold at a discount to disadvantaged families, kids with military parents, etc. Donors get the rush of recycling an item that is shunned at the dump and a tax write-off for their next communication with the IRS.
You can find these very helpful folks near the intersecion of Hwy. 70 and Millbrook Road in Raleigh at 6808 Davis Circle. If you have questions, give them a call at 788-7740 or visit their website at http://www.purpleelephant.org.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
After ordering my cappuccino, I went to stand with all of the others who were waiting for their concoctions to be placed on the counter and their requirements hollered out. I wound up standing next to the bearded man. Not being a shy wall-flower, I asked him how come folks were hugging him and buying him caffeine. "It's the beard," he said and introduced himself as Dominick.
An hour later, I was sitting in my husband's office waiting for him to call our bank to transfer some money. He has a particular lady at the bank who recognizes his Australian accent and agrees to transfer money from one account to another whenever he makes a telephone request. She won't do this for others because she may not recognize their voices.
So, that was two people in one morning who told me about people doing things for them because of physical attributes. I have been trying to figure out if I have any of these attributes that make me stand out among others. Unless being short, chatty, wearing glasses and cowboy boots and possibly having chicken poop running down the back of my shirt makes me memorable, I don't have "A THING."