For the Birds

A strange thing happened on my way to work yesterday. Well, strange to me and my son, for the bird, not so much. Have you ever accidentally (or intentionally) left your car windows down at night? I made that mistake Wednesday night. My car became a moth HOTEL virtually overnight.

Ewwww...yeah, yeah, my dad would probably say Cowboy Up..but they are kinda freaky when they all fly at you.

Now, I don't mind the occasional moth in the house, it tends to become an entertaining snack for the cat. But...when 10 or more (or less, I don't know, it was a lot) moths fly out of the vent it is kind of gross. Anyways, by the end of the block all except one or two stragglers were gone. 

We came to a stoplight in a fairly busy part of town when I heard an excited half screech/half gasp from my son and a THUD....

What in the world??????

In a car, a thud, or thunk, or thwap, or any other kind of collision sound of any sort is typically a bad thing. Not this time thank goodness. A bird.... (A BIRD!) somehow saw that last straggling moth and flew into my car and grabbed it and flew back out.

Of course, Daniel was all excited and is still talking about it this morning. Hopefully when we leave there will be no more moth hotel in my car because I rolled up the windows.

At least I think I did.

Cowboy Ted

Cowboy Ted wouldn't let a few moths get to him.


Happy Friday!!

Truth

Whew...it has been a rough day. I have never been so happy to walk through my door and know I didn't have to go back out it for the rest of the day. Sure, there have been rough days, days that you just want to curl up in bed and eat peanut butter with a spoon and watch musicals all day. Ok, maybe that is just me, I don't know.

Yeah, one of THOSE days...

What's worse, there was absolutely nothing wrong with my day. It was what was going to happen tomorrow...and the next day.  Who has two thumbs and flips out over things that haven't happened yet?? This girl.

Yeah, it's corny, I know.    

Maybe I just have a case of the Monday's. 

What does that even MEAN? If I have a case of something I don't want I just slap return postage on that puppy and send it back from whence it came. 

Ok, enough about me, urm, about my weird pre-flip out flipping out. If there is anything that can put a smile on my face, it is Ted. He is after all the perfect guy. He is even green which just makes him all the more loveable. The perfect green guy. 


Yeah....don't ponder that too hard.

Floatie Ted

What do you mean it's only February???

This is how half of my winter was spent... in a floatie waiting for the pool in my daydreams to open. Sigh..I do way too much daydreaming. Wait...wha????

Happy belated Easter to you all, if in fact Eater can be belated. 

And of course...

Happy Monday!

                                                              

Italian Roast

I feel the need to say I get up waaaaaay to early. It's 5:45 am, laundry is going, I am showered and it is no small miracle that I am dressed already. Someone once told me that I would get used to the early morning thing . Wrong again whoever you were. I have been getting up at 5 am for nearly a YEAR and still don't like it. Ok, moot point, I will make it a good morning if it kills me.

Yeah, it's pouring rain.

And... I had to retype those four words three times to get out all the spelling errors. 

We all have those mornings, you know, the ones that just go sideways for no apparent reason. They just do.

Coffee...where is my coffee??? Oh that's right, I didn't make any this morning.

I have a particularly special Ted for mornings like this, 

  

Bed Head Ted

Again, ignore the eraser marks because after all, he is a work in progress. And I have been lazy about finding an amazing photo editing software, if that is ever what I need. 

I don't know what I need, but when do I ever?   

Maybe I do know what I need. I need a sunny beach with the sound of the ocean lapping at the shore and the sound of my children playing happily in the sand. I need a sound effect here. No, not of the ocean, the sound of a car accident. You know, the metal-grinding, tire-squealing, explosion-sounding, from all the good action movies kind of sound effect. 

Because my children don't play together happily in the sand. Not even in my daydreams. My three year old is all bug-playing, gas-passing, sand castle-mashing BOY and my eight year old is all, well, eight year old GIRL. It isn't very pretty some days. I need a hero...

 

Super Hero Ted

"The job description never said anything about a speeding bullet."

It isn't what I had in mind, but I guess he will do. 

It's time to go wake the kids, and if I don't do it now my sideways morning will land on it's head. So with that I bid you a good morning. 

Happy Tuesday!