Rebellion

I doubt that I am what anyone would call..... rebellious.
But lately I've found it oddly entertaining to sit in the coffee shop with my little laptop, sipping my overpriced frilly coffee, grading papers with my little red pen, acting all teacher-y ... but secretly I'm listening to gangsta rap very loudly on my headphones.
Caffine and Jay-Z is my new breakfast of champions.

That "Thing" we've got going

Recently, when I mentioned to someone that we had added chickens to the family, they said "well, that makes sense, considering the whole thing you've got going on."
It left me kind of wondering, what does she mean by thing?
Did she mean the circus we've started that combines dancing chickens with a fork yielding toddler? No?

Did she mean the research lab that examines how long you can survive on popcorn alone and if the duration is the same for chickens? No?
So I'm not exactly sure what she meant, but I bet it's cool.
And by cool I mean totally sweet.

Bird is the word

Now Everybody's heard about the word, bird, bird, bird, bird is the word.
It's official, we've made a couple of additions to our family. After multiple chick crisisies (or is that crisis's...crisisi...what is the plural for crisis? Answer: If you are having more than one crisis at a time, you are to busy to care about correct plurals. The end.)... ok, after a series of crisisies....M, Grandma Nancy, Kathy and I were able to finally procure 2 chicks.
At the store there were all kinds of breeds but most breeds only had roosters left. We still had a few choices though, and after consulting Mr. Zimny via phone, we chose a Silver Lace Wyandotte and a Danish Brown Leghorn.
When they are grown, they will hopefully look like these:

(Silver lace Wyandotte) (Danish Brown Leghorn)

But right now, they just look like this:












See the resemblance?














The dogs didn't notice them until we pointed them out and Miss M just wants to kiss them (and poke at their eyes). Mostly they just peep around do chicken stuff like peck at things. They are as yet unnamed. Suggestions have been made, and right now it stands between the Omlet and Over-easy camp and the Terry Hatcher and Deborah Winger camp, although I like BZ's Captian Cluckles..... we'll see.

Spring Break 2009

Miss M and I spent last week at the cabin with Grandpa R.L. and great-grandpa Porter. The whole week was nice and relaxing, filled with rain, popcorn, fires, and long walks.
M liked all the attention and getting hauled around town on grandpa R.L.'s shoulders. We also took a couple of morning walks in Armstrong woods. M got to hear a real cow moo for the first time and made friends with all the town cats. She also fell a couple of times and got a goose egg and a shiner... but um, er, did I mention that she got to eat her weight in popcorn and that she met some cats? 'Cause she did, and it was way cute and way more important than those bruises....really, it was.

We went to the beach where M got to try out her sandcastle skills. Let's just say she is much better at the "take a whack at the tower and then stomp on it when it falls over" skill than she is at the "build a tower" skill. We were able to see Grandpa R.L. surfing and he tried to explain some techniques to M.




















It was a great week and something that we all decided should happen more often. But

On second thought.

I took some cute video of M playing outside during our most recent warm spell. My plan was to post it here on the web, so that all the whole human race could witness her extremely wonderful ridiculously cute-ness......but, um, let's just say that said baby is, er...sans pants... in the video, and this seems like one of those situations that you thought would be ok, but then you totally weren't accounting for the weirdos. So instead of splashin' her cute junk all over the net, I'll invite you to email me if you'd like to see it. I recommend that you do so... there is dancing involved. 'Nuff said.

Is there anything better?

Is there possibly anything better than easter themed circus peanuts? The answer is yes, a baby who likes eating easter themed circus peanuts.
The only problem is trying to get her to take bites, as opposed to just trying to stuff the whole thing in. We might have to make another trip to the store.....

Girlz night out.

We're not big on V-day around here (and Mr. Zimny was gone anyways) so Miss M and I decided to have a little girls night out.
We ended up eating a dinner of hot wings at Hooters with two lesbians because "no one should be alone on Valentine's Day, especially a SINGLE MOTHER".
Seriously. A direct quote.
Just that part of the story alone deserves a post,
but it's not really going to get one.
After dinner we went home, got into pajamas and moved straight
to the hard core eating of peanut butter cups in bed.
Miss M was nice (read:sleepy) enough to let me paint her toes, although she wasn't willing to reciprocate. We'll work on that for next time.