Dang birds and their tra la la nature!

When you buy a house in the quasi-forrest area of MO, the birds come with the house.

Now, I will be the first to admit that I love birds, yes I do. But apparnetly, I have never had birds for neighbors, or shall I say sqautters

These sorry singers keep me up all day long when I'm trying to nap, then they have the nerve to wake me at the buttcrack of the morning.

This is God's way of getting my prayers answered. I made a simple request to get up earlier, but when I stay up too late reading or watching embarassing mind-numbing cable, I do not welcome the dawn with excitement and glee.

A genius would say "close your windows", but its much too hot to sleep and too refreshing to keep the windows open for that fresh clean air. What is worse is that all of my bedroom windows have tall trees starrng inside. Cursed birds with their loud sqauking and chirping. tra la la, oh look I'm a bird in your window, cheep hoot cheep! Mary Poppins can kiss my grits with her duet with the birds, she apparently is an early riser. And why is it the high pitched ones that perch their feathery butts up high on the trees to sing in my window.

CURSED BIRDS, Joe get the chain saw!

Awkward 101

It has actually happened folks!

I received a butt slap at work today. I'mm not sure what warrented it or how to explain it, except, I feel a bit dirty, way awkward!

The slap came from a 50 year old-menopausal fellow co-worker. We were just talking casual "co- worker talk", ya know "can't wait for the weekend", "Spring Break won't come soon enough", "I need to work out", "can't seem to shed the pounds..." I hand her a folder of a fun game I play with my kids to review vocab words, and she thanks me and as I turn to walk away, KAPOW, I recieve a butt slap, and the worst part is, it stung.

So I ask you, accident that I let go and just feel gross about? or Issue that needs to be address?

She is after all a close talker, merely inches from the ol eye balls.

Way friendly to everyone however, I don't get special attention.

I think I will wear a pillow in my pants tomorrow for the following reasons: A- so it doesn't sting if it happens again, b- so maybe I won't feel it at all if it happens again, as well as C- to commemorate JLo's birthday and attract more black men.

I'm going to shower now!

Aunty

This is a blog a long time comin but AUnty Jada came to see us. She had so much fun with us. It was like having a second me around, but this me talked A WHOLE HECK OF ALOT! Anywho, it was good times. We went to historical downtown Parkville and shopped, I watched her shop on a time limit.
We cooked almost everynight.

We watched the kids do cute kid stuff.

They went outside to play in the MO snow and warmth.

We had a blast.

Wrastlers

There must be a manual that all 4,5,6, year old boys get that instruct them on how to wrestle like the pros. These boys were getting tough with each other. I was surprised that they didn't try and pee on my chase lounge for territorial reasons.
I made them shake hands to prove that they were still buds, but then someone went for a choke hold. Momentary peace works for me!
I could only walk away and let the best boy win.

Mr. Hoppity

Just in time for Easter I have my very own Mr. Hoppity. He's not as quiet as a rabbit, and he certainly isn't as furry and cuddley and he eats a heck of a lot more than just lettuce. His real name is I-snapped-my-achilles-tendon-while-playing-flag-football, a.k.a Joe. He's not really a rabbit folks, he's my husband. His right butt cheek and thigh is super buff, and he's about as graceful as a skid loader on wet grass, but he's got the speed of a jaguar on one foot. Bless his little heart!