* I am not even attempting a wordless Wednesday …
Holy cow batman there is a robin bird on my bog. ok, sorry I couldn’t resist the humor in that statement. So what’s up with the bird up there? See what happens when I go to work? When I left for work, there were angels on here, if you missed them, they closely resembled me and Cathy … in fact, I feel pretty sure that is exactly what we really look & act like. shut shut shut it … right now, shut sshhhh shut it cause you are not thinking nice peep things, shame on your little peep selves. Go ahead & say your sorry for the rolling of the eyes, for calling me a “BFL” & doubting our angel like qualities, go on, you’ll feel much better. Finished now? ok, we can move along …
Do you know what is the funniest part of that bird being up there? Your fearless blog leader is deathly afraid of birds. Yep, I freely admit it, I am a big ole fraidy pants bird hater. Do you want to know why I hate birds? Well I’m gonna tell you either way … they tried to kill me! I do not mean they merely tried to peck, mame or pluck out my eye, they (a delinquent flock of pigeons) tried to kill me. Well not just me, Amy M. & Emily were with me. And what did we do to deserve said bird flogging? n-o-t-h-i-n-g … thats right peeps, nothing. We were attending college, well we were enrolled in college, & one day we decided to take our selves on a pic a nic boo boo. We cruised right on down to the beach with a bucket of KFC in tow & proceeded to plant ourselves in the warm sand & eat our chicken. And then, low & behold like a flash of lightening, the skies burst open & 72 bazillion pigeons descended upon our pic a nic. They were like a buch a starving cannibal birds munching down on some original recipe with 3 college chicks as their side items. Scared the ever livin’ crap outta me. I’m serious, stop laughing at me. To this day, many a year later, I am still scared of birds. I might also add, that my afore mentioned angel cohort takes immense pleasure in saving bread scraps when we go to the beach so she can lure the birds in around me while I lounge in my portable beach sofa, simply for her own amusement.
Now at this point a smart peep is probably wondering “if she hates birds, then why is that Great Big Funny Looking Bird up there?” I dunno, I liked it at say oh 10 am this morning, it has kind of grown on me. Will I like it in an hour? I’ll get back to ya on that. Maybe it will be good therapy for me in my effort to come to grips with my hatred of flying, feathery things. Or maybe not & it will be something different in the very near future. How many times do y’all think Thad is obligated to come to my rescue?
So I have a project for you little peepers … if you were picking a blog theme for me, what would it be (be nice) how do you perceive me? Cause unless you can get a picture of my mini, my camper, a can of sundrop, a doughnut, some squeeze cheese & a pack of menthol’s up there, I’m not sure what really fits me. Just call my Cybil. (if you don’t know why that’s funny, look it up)
ps: had I attempted wordless Wednesday, the following would’ve been my pictures:
how beautiful is she???? I have got to be the luckiest aunt in the entire universe!
me.
OK I confess I do save those bread crumbs. When we go to the beach Melinda takes her beach sofa and often falls asleep face down on her sofa. While she is asleep I put bread crumbs around her chair and then get the birds attention, then the fun part…I wake up Melinda. I know you may not think that is funny, but if you were there you would roll in the sand with me. Also I like to give the kids a bag of bread crumbs while sitting on the hotel porch then call Melinda out of her room to help feed the birds. So far she has never wanted to help. That is the devil that sometimes takes over.
Your comment on my tantrum post was brilliantly executed. Well done. Thank you for sharing. My eyes are still watering…
and yet another reason to add to the long list of reasons of why I like my “front porch friends” so much better than my real friends.
i see emma joy finally decided to sit on dora instead of just looking at her on the chair.
she is too adorable
I realized after reading this blog that I did know the bird story and the reason Melinda hates birds but oh how funny to read it again! Gave me a good funny visual. Cat spreading bread crumbs at the beach might just be one good example of why I was real sure the two of them together could in no way resemble an angel. Melinda keep blogging away. It is great regardless of the page layout.
HOw did you expect them to respond while you ate their brothers and sisters in front of them. Most people really believe its chicken. Ha!
I did not know the bird story until now…that’s funny!! I think we all should go to the beach together sometime, cuz I know Rodney and Dave would get a kick out of luring the birds into attack you.. =]
Love ya!
that sounds like a great idea amy! we should take the campers down this summer