Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Just before I took this photo he said, You know
you don't have to be here any more, right? I know,
son, but we're Bonding... Now, just smile for me!
William with Mr. Stan Elrod, the Principal of Reagan high
school and pretty much all-around-Good guy!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tell me... how Fantastic is this photo? I think it's pretty Darn fantastic. In fact, I love it! Thanks, Leslie!
So now that you know that I am so NOT a Steeler's fan and that I would very Much ENJOY seeing the Cardinals win this Sunday, I'll tell you that Poor Leslie (and the rest of our Hanesbrands Bentonville team) is Freezing her buns off today following a rather Nasty ice storm that hit that area yesterday. Leslie feeds pancakes to the Birds that come to her backyard deck, another reason we are friends, and she said that when she saw this Fat little Cardinal she just had to take his picture for me!
Ice storms. Yuck! It's exactly the kind of Winter weather we usually get here too, and exactly why we Invested in three things immediately after we experiencing our first North Carolina ice storm... a Big chainsaw, a set of Gas logs for the den fireplace and a standby Generator, because four days without Power only happens to this California girl once!
Sending you Warm hugs in Bentonville, Leslie... And, please do keep the Photos coming!
You already know that I go out of my way every evening to Feed table scraps, leftovers and/or any culinary experiments that go awry, to the raccoon and Possum that live in our back yard... And, that we also run through fifty pound sacks of black oil sunflower seeds every couple of weeks because our Eight backyard bird feeders also serve as Grand buffets to more squirrels and Chipmunks than I could possibly count - but Love to watch! Indeed, nothing makes me Happier than to provide food and shelter and to be Surrounded by all the cute, furry and feathered Wildlife we have living here, out in the Country.
But now it seems there's Trouble... Because it seems that my Circle of furry friends is expanding without any deliberate Help from me. I mean, I don't do anything on purpose to Encourage the mouse population living on our property... It's not like I dump the boxes of old cereal outside for the Raccoon hoping that some of the cocoa-Puffs will be enjoyed by the mice too... Nevertheless, it seems the mice have been Helping themselves to the less obvious Foody things we have stored in the garage that is helping them live happily and Multiplying right under our noses. Yup! It's all that bird seed and Suet cakes we keep in the storage room off the garage... How do we know? Because we've recently been finding these tiny piles of empty sunflower seeds in the oddest places around the garage and well, Suet cakes don't unwrap themselves. Perhaps worse, we've found that old Stuffed animals, our ski pants, gloves and piles of knit Hats have also been chewed on by furries hunting for Cushy nesting material. Ut-Oh!
So last Saturday when I asked T to pull out our Luggage from the storage room in the garage and he discovered that his old Army field jacket was also claimed by a mouse, (or four?) for nesting Fluff, he said it was time to get Serious about wiping out this problem.
Wiping out, as in kill them? I asked... Yes! He said. But, don't they make those Live trap thingees that don't kill them? I wondered aloud... Rolling his eyes as he grabbed his truck keys, he answered, Yes, but then what do I do with them, Janet? Give them to You? Look! I'm not interested in starting a Mickey relocation program here, I want to Kill them! Hum... Obviously, someone was more attached to that Field jacket than he's admitting.
Then maybe he should have hung it Up in the hall closet! I'm just saying...
So fast Forward 48-hours after that conversation to Monday afternoon when William rushes out to the garage to put his Shoes on for work. Yup! You guess it... One of T's tiniest victims must have dined on a bit of killer-mouse-bait before crawling into William's shoe for what turned out to be an Eternal nap! Because that cute little Mickey up there is the one William shook out of his shoe. Kinda looks like he just went to sleep... with his eyes open. Poor thing.
Now, if you ask me I would rather discover little piles of empty Sunflower seeds than to find a deceased Mouse in my shoe. But that's just me! The man I love however, says that when they finish Munching through everything in the Garage they might just Move into the house. And, while I love all God's furry creatures and think mice are kinda Cute, I don't love them That much!
Now, we don't wear shoes in the house, and I keep mine in my Gym lockers out in the garage... But William fell victim to this Unfortunate incident because he Refuses to pick up his shoes and do the same. And, I know that as Icky as finding a dead mouse in his shoe was, I know it's not enough to make William pick up his shoes and put them into a locker! Maybe one day when he's buying his own shoes... But not today.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Finding his little letters in the Mailbox always makes my Heart sing, and I was sure Hoping for good things from this one... Thankfully, this letter was about Good things!
I'm lying... This letter was nothing short of a huge Gift! As you know, Brandon's last letter we received over the Weekend was almost too much. To hear him so down, discouraged and Missing us and home so much just devastated me. As a parent, you Wish for that day when your child admits you did a Good job... When he gets it. When he volunteers that the things you said and Taught him mean something to him, and that he appreciates you... But whatever happiness I might have felt hearing those precious things from our Brandon was wiped out by the pain and Loneliness he also expressed in that letter.
So I was down after that Letter this weekend (way down) and I guess it showed because someone Looked at me first this morning and asked if I took Blood pressure medication because she said it looked like I needed some. It's true that I was wound a little tight, and that I didn't have time to apply the spoons I keep in my bedroom refrigerator to de-Puff my eyes before I left the house... And, the fact that my nose was bleeding when she walked up to my desk, combined with all the other things, probably worked against me to give away my Broken heart. Plus, this lady knows about Brandon... And, on top of that, the grandson she and her husband raised joined the Air Force last year, so she knows.
So... Good news! This new letter today from Brandon was MUCH more positive and sounded much more like my sweet son... before the Army!