Monthly Archives: July 2007

potternut? potterNot

Sorry, just not into this deal, the Potter deal. I know, I know, everyone, young and old, just cannot WAIT to read it and find out what happens. Tons of bloggers are either writing about the book or not writing because they are (gulp) reading. I kind of wish I knew a spoiler just to piss someone off by slipping it in here. Drat.

Just another group I am not a part of. Yes, I read one of them, the first one, I think. Um. It was OK. I saw a movie or two, but I think I fell asleep in the second one. Raise your hand if you’re with me on this one. Anyone? Anyone?

It’s deja vu all over again. Take 1: grow up in Texas, sports capital of the U.S. world, not caring about sports. Sure, it’s fun to socialize, go to a game (I’ve even gone to a GOLF tournament and had fun; I’m easy that way), have a beer, talk to people, but pay attention to the action? Nah. It kind of interrupts the fun.

Take 2: Potter.

Now, I just feel ill thinking about how rich Rowling and those three kid actors are! They hit the jackpot.

(read in whiny voice) I wanna hit the jackpot.

Note to self:
1. write runaway hit book;
2. option rights to movies and merchandising;
3. retire.

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the bird report from here

Sentinel 1 reporting (me): Lots of baby birds around here, chickadees, downy woodpeckers, junkos, robins, and flickers. The chickadee baby I saw with its mom (or dad?) reminded me of Laurel and Hardy. The baby was twice as big, round, chirping, inches away from the food. Skinny little Mom (dad?) was on the feeder eating and then gathering food to feed baby.

One young chickadee on the end of a wispy maple tree branch teetered back and forth, bouncing. As the branch bent over from his rotund heft, he hung upside down for a moment, clearly unintentionally, before he dismounted and hopped to another branch, wobbling. Chirp, gee, I hope no one saw that, chirp. They’re the smallest of bird brains, DH would say in a loving tone.

img_3039.jpgI got these shots of the flickers. Not so great but you get the idea. Hey, they don’t call them “flickers” for nothin’. Baby is on the left, getting fed. I saw the same scene with downy woodpeckers, but my camera was too far away so you’ll just have to trust me on that one.

img_3041.jpgJust wait ’til my new camera comes. Maybe then…..I’ll have no excuse for crappy snaps. Hm.

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Tiny dog saves. . .

baby from rattlesnake!!

MASONVILLE, Colo. — Zoey is a Chihuahua, but when a rattlesnake lunged at her owners’ 1-year-old grandson, she was a real bulldog.

Booker West was splashing his hands in a birdbath in his grandparents’ northern Colorado back yard when the snake slithered up to the toddler, rattled and struck. Five-pound Zoey jumped in the way and took the bites. . . .

“These little bitty dogs, they just don’t really get credit,” Booker’s grandma Denise Long told the Loveland Daily Reporter-Herald.

Chihuahua hero! Go Zoey! Grandma is right. Those little bitty dogs don’t get credit. They usually get eaten. Or stepped on.

See, apparently you can put them down on the ground, people.

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We’re all free!

img_3115.jpg“That? Oh, it’s free.”

We were in the crafts tent during the second annual Bainbridge Bluegrass Festival (I’m not sure when pouring colored sugar into a tube became a craft, but there it was). Crafts. No music listening, just crafts. Kid was coloring her second tambourine. The craft tent had more of an REI feel to it than a traveling carnival show feel, but it was dry-ish inside, unlike outside. The kind woman working the tent was answering another child’s question about certain aspects of the voluminous crafting opportunities, sugar-based and otherwise, while both she and Kid worked on tambourines.

“I’m free, too!” Kid said excitedly.

“You are? Yea, I’m free! You’re free! We’re all free!” said the woman cheerfully.

“And next month, on my birthday, I’m gonna be four!” said Kid.

I saw the light go on in the woman’s eyes. Then all three of us laughed, each for a different reason.

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I feel itchy, oh so itchy

This just makes me itch. Even as I write, my fingers itch. This guy had larvae removed from underneath the skin on his head. If I knew about this before I went to Belize for my wedding/honeymoon a few years back, I would have gone to Canada!

Ewwww……they were moving under there, too.

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