Update: More Baby Birds?

Per my previous post about the baby birds who hatched and flew the nest on my front door, we have some news!

I noticed an increase in bird poop around my door again, so we looked into the abandoned nest. There were eggs!!

It looks like the adult birds even rebuilt the nest a bit and cleaned things up, so that the new hatchlings won’t have to lie in the leftover filth of their older siblings.

I’ll bet these new babies will be just as messy though…

Baby Birds!!!

I discovered a nest on my front door wreath with baby birds in it!

I was super excited. I taped a piece of paper to the front door to remind everyone not to open it so we wouldn’t disturb the babies. (We usually go in and out through the garage anyways.)

The kids and I checked on them a few times (carefully, without touching them), and in less than two weeks they looked like this:

They were so adorable! Except, I wondered what all that black and white stuff was….

That would be bird poop.

The entire nest and the door behind it were completely covered in bird poop. Ewwww.

But still, they were awfully cute! And the next day when I looked, there was only one baby left. The others had all flown. I guess he was the slow one?

Later that day, the last baby flew away, leaving behind an empty nest… full of poop.

Just like kids, right? Leave that mess behind. Mom will clean it up…

What do my ancestors have to say?

I’ve seen this meme recently on facebook about cooking:

I don’t know about you, but my ancestors are quite silent about my cooking. I have never thought they took much of an interest in me in my kitchen.

Until I tried to throw away an empty Cool Whip container…..

Then I heard a decided opinion from the ancestors.

“Don’t throw that away! Wash it and use it for leftovers!”

So… I guess I’m Grandma now….

I didn’t wish for this

Wish.com likes to decorate my facebook wall with pictures of items they think I might want to order. Many, many, MANY pictures.

Now. to be fair, this is actually a great way to get money out of me, because I DO tend to order stuff from ads I while scrolling through facebook.

I bought a fake hair braid guaranteed to make me pretty! (I blogged about it last year.)

I bought those special sneaker laces from an ad that promised my kids would never have to tie their shoes again! (My kids broke them in less than a week.)

I bought a snazzy gift-wrap paper cutting tool that said it would both organize my Christmas paper and streamline the wrapping process! (It didn’t fit any of my actual rolls of paper.)

None of these things quite worked out as advertised, as you can see, but I remain a sucker. Hope springs eternal, after all. I read the ads and think to myself, Maybe THIS particular plastic item shipped from a sweatshop in Asia really WILL make me prettier/ happier/more organized. Maybe I really SHOULD buy the pee-proof underwear they keep showing me, and reminding me that it’s great for women of my age.

Yeah, maybe not.

But some of the stuff wish.com advertises really has me baffled. I can’t imagine why anyone would order these things.

Example #1:

In what universe would anyone wear this? Even young Julia Roberts in full Pretty Woman gear wore the same trashy stockings on BOTH LEGS.

Example #2:

What on EARTH could these be for? I don’t think they would fit in my actual mouth and operate as tooth substitutes. And even if they could, why would I need FOUR SETS AT A TIME? This baffles me.

And, finally… #3:

What IS this?!?! What is it FOR? I can’t even.

So, thanks to wish.com, but no thanks. I’ll pass.

Although, I’m still thinking about that pee-proof underwear….

How do I get home from here?

Every time I get in my car, my phone likes to tell me how close I am to my house.

I’m not sure why does this. I’m at the grocery store and I get in my car and look at the phone screen and it says helpfully, “12 minutes to get home; take Washington Road.”

Yeah I’m aware. I drove here myself. From my house. Less than an hour ago.

My 16-year-old daughter Boo has just started driving herself to school. She says her phone has decided that the high school is called “work.” And when she gets in her car in the morning, her phone says helpfully, “Would you like directions to work?”

No, I’m pretty clear on how to get there. I go there every day.

Honestly, I think my phone is just showing off at this point. It just wants me to know exactly how much it knows about me.

It’s got a slightly creepy vibe, like that old song by The Police.

My phone just wants to say, “I know where you live. I know where you work. I know where you are at all times.

“Every breath you take, I’ll be watching you.”

A Marketing Fail

So I got this in the mail. It is addressed to me personally.

It is a beautiful glossy 50 page catalog dedicated exclusively to the Chevrolet Corvette.


I don’t know who is in charge of choosing the marketing demographic for people they send this mailing to, but they need to be fired immediately.

Anyone who thinks that I can afford a vehicle of this kind or who thinks that I’m even interested in looking at 50 pages of pictures of a vehicle of this kind is wrong.

Check your marketing research, Chevrolet. You just wasted your money.

It finally got a little cold in Georgia

I just put on the heat for the first time this year yesterday.

When I did I smelled that weird burned smell that it makes when you first turn on the heater after it has been off all summer.

Do you know that smell? I recognized it immediately, actually. I don’t know if it’s only in the South that it happens, but I remember it from my childhood on.

But yesterday was the first time in about ten years I have smelled that, I realized.

The last time I smelled it was in Maryland in fall of 2008; after that we spent six years in Hawaii (where we never turned the heat on) and three years in Alaska (where we never turned the heat off.)

You know… military life can be really weird.

I’m trying to look pretty

I kept seeing these ads on Facebook for headbands that look like they are made out of your real hair. Have you guys seen this?

There was a video of this pretty girl doing her hair and I was fascinated by it.

I’m a real sucker for those videos where they speed up boring stuff like cooking or primping and then show you the fabulous results of their fast-forwarded work. Here’s one:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-mEsogGodM

Anyways, I watched the video like three times and then talked myself into buying the thing.

When it came in the mail I tried it on and I thought it looked pretty good.

I went and asked my husband what he thought.

He scrutinized my head carefully. “You mean, does it look like your real hair?” he said, finally.

I frowned. This was not the reaction I’d wanted.

“Sure,” he decided.

So…. I’ve got a new headband that can PROBABLY pass as my real hair.

I guess.

What do you think?

What’s your (un)favorite animal?

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https://laughingsquid.com/dog-person-vs-cat-person/

I like animals.

Or, more accurately, I like the IDEA of animals.

I don’t really like the trouble of taking care of, or the mess of cleaning up after, actual, real animals.

Particularly dogs.

I’m not what you might call a “dog person.”

And NO, that does not make me EVIL.

I don’t understand why it’s perfectly acceptable for people to say, “I hate cats,” but if you say you don’t like dogs, you’re suddenly a serial killer.

I like cats. I have a cat. He has dignity. He’s clean. He allows me to feed him, and to pet him if he’s in the mood to be petted, but he doesn’t slavishly follow me about. He doesn’t meet me at the door when I come home; he calmly waits for me to enter the room where he is, and then lifts his head in offhand greeting. “Oh, it’s you again,” he seems to say.  “Perhaps if I feel like it you can pet me later.”

Now, I realize some people prefer a dog who will run to meet them with abject joy, seeming to say, “Oh hooray! It’s you! I’ve waited all day to see you! Oh please please please please PLEASE pet me now!” Well, I just don’t care for that sort of an indecent display in my home.

But I wouldn’t say dogs are my LEAST favorite animal. Dogs are okay, in their own way.

I really hate llamas. They are just rude animals. I had one spit in my face when I was feeding him a carrot once. REALLY. Just rude.

My oldest daughter (a true animal lover, unlike her mother) recently bought this picture for her college apartment:

I told her I could not believe she had gotten a picture of my arch-enemy animal to hang on her wall. She KNOWS I hate llamas.

But, she explained, it was an ALPACA.

I said, that’s the same thing as a llama.

But, my daughter is a biology major. She’s planning to go to veterinary college. She knows the difference.

She kindly sent me a helpful chart to distinguish between the two animals.

Now, if that isn’t scientific, I don’t know what is!

How about you? What animals do you (not) love?