you know those days...

...when you get up, look at your hair in the mirror, and think, "i think i can make this work with out washing it."

then you get in your car, look in the rearview and think, "what they hell was i thinking?! this is NOT the same hair that i had in the bathroom 15 minutes ago."




today was one of those days.

...and the cycle of life continues.

I don't know if you remember the 'bird debacle' from about a month ago... if not, you can read about it here and here.

oh myyy, the love birds have been busy. we're already on round 2.

And let me just say the debacle continues...

this little guy fell/jumped out thursday night. luckily joe was here to put him back in the nest. I actually took this picture last night because I thought he was about to kamikaze down AGAIN. Luckily he hasn't just yet, but I feel like it's only a matter of time. This morning there were TWO. ugh. 

doesn't he just look like he's getting ready to plummet to his death?

I had an out of body experience...

I was talking to a lovely lady, with an English accent.

By the end of the conversation I realized I was getting a stronger accent the more I spoke.

Then I thought, "Shite, I can't believe I'm talking this..."

Yes, I said shite in my head, to myself.

The end result was me saying thank you, good bye in a ridiculously Texan voice.

I just can't win.

Bird update.

Well, the last baby bird Charlie attacked, or tried to attack, lived. It can't fly though.

There were three birdies in all. One died Monday, and one fell out but survived on Tuesday. We didn't put him** back in the nest because we didn't know exactly how the Mama and Daddy bird would react, so my mom has been trying to take care of it, aka keep Charlie away from it. After talking to Joe we all decided to just try to put him back in the nest anyway.

Mom put him up there, and literally, 45 seconds later he fell out again, with his brother. So now there are two baby birds, that can't fly, just chillin on the back porch.

Yall, they are so cute. Seriously, ridiculously cute, but it is creating a serious problem with Charlie. We can't just let her out. We also are not sure if the birds are ever going to fly. With that being said, obviously me and my mom are both already attached, and can't just let nature run it's course, so we're going to allow ourselves to be inconvenienced a little longer. Mark my words, if they die, tears will be shed by me and my mom.

**I'm assuming they are both males because obviously, only men would jump out of nest thinking they can fly when they really can't.

previous post concerning the birds.

"You're a monster." That should be read in the Gingerbread Man's voice from Shrek. Just so you know.
This line just keeps playing in my head...

Charlie has killed two birds in two days, she's out of control.
We've had a Mud Martin nest on our back porch since the beginning of the summer. The husband and wife, yes that's what I call them because they look like love birds, have been buidling their nest and (supposedly) making some babies.. Well, they had three a few weeks ago, and seriously, these little birds are adorable. And I don't even like birds.

Monday evening I had let Charlie out to pee... and while I waas watching TV I noticed she was barking. ALOT. So I went to investigate and realized that she had a baby bird... playing with it. I finally got her away, but the bird didn't make it. The worst part: I had to dispose of the dead birdie. Birds are gross. I know I said they're cute, but that doesn't mean I want to touch them or even be nearer to them than about 10 feet.

Last night, the same thing happened. Except Mama bird was flying around Charlie and baby bird was trying to fly/run away. So I ran out and grabbed Charlie, put her inside, and realized that baby was still alive.
Well, I sure wasn't going to touch it. I waited til my mom got home and she put near the nest, hoping Mama can nurse it back to health, or feed it, or whatever. I hate to be the pessimist, but there's no way in hell that baby is surviving...

Charlie: Seven pounds of pure baby killing terror. be afraid.

if you are not a girl, I suggest you stop reading this post now.

I was in Target on the aisle with necessities that every pre menopausal woman needs once a month, contemplating what exactly I needed, when I look out of the corner of my eye and see a male employee, probably 20-25 years old coming my way.

I think to myself, "this is odd, why are you approaching me?"

He then says to me, "Hi, are you finding everything ok, do you need some help?"
Complete with a smirk.

/blushing uncontrollably
/blank stare

I attempt to recover and say, "Um... no I think I've got it covered, thanks."


Seriously?? Sorry, dude, this only one of many decisions in my life that I don't need a man to help me make....

The only thing worse than a papercut...

is a paper cut with a manila folder... or should I say Manila Folder cut?

@#!$*@&*%!#$%&

Call the ER, Christina is can't pick up a folder without hurting herself.

The dangers of having an office job are endless.