Donuts and Uncooked Spaghetti

  Sometimes in the middle of the night Doodlebug comes looking for me. In the interest of getting as much sleep as possible, I stumble down the hall, flop into his bed next to him and swiftly fall asleep.

But on one particular night as I was snoozing peacefully, I heard something from the bed next me where Snickers was snoozing somewhat less peacefully. And what did I hear from my sweet, innocent, gentle little duckling?

I heard . . .

"What the fudge?!" {Actual text modified to protect the innocent. The word uttered was the real "F" word.}

said in a way that led me to believe he was dreaming of watching a sailboat on wheels crashing through the fence into the neighbors yard. And this boat was full of ducks in sweaters quacking riotously, throwing doughnuts overboard while dueling tigers with uncooked spaghetti. You know, one of those things that makes you say, What the Fudge?!

Yes, that's right. My little duckling uttered those verboten words, albeit in his sleep. I thought I was in the same room as a sailor! I sat up, asked him if he was OK and getting no reply, turned over and went back to sleep.
 
Quack!

Sometimes My Egg McMuffin Talks Back

  So, there I was, minding my own business and chatting with my breakfast when I was rudely accused of being weird. Me! Weird? Hah!

Could it be because not only was I talking to my homemade egg McMuffin as I assembled it, but that it was talking back? In a high squeaky, egg-and-cheesy voice? Can't be!

I remain firm - I am SO not weird. Really.


Quack!

Shopping For Heavy-Duty, Steel-Reinforced Work Boots

  Have you ever had someone run into the back of your foot with a shopping cart? Hurts, doesn't it?

Well, the other day, just as I finished saying, "Be careful. Don't run into me." Doodlebug smashed the grocery cart into my innocent, unprotected Achilles tendon as if the cart was a 2-ton boulder, rolling downhill and my ankle was a tender new flower shoot, just poking out of the ground in spring.

And as you can imagine (picture the boulder and the flower) my poor sweet foot sustained some damage.

But as soon as I was able to stop clutching the front of the cart and pull my teeth from my lip where they were locked in an effort to stifle the screams of pain, I moved to the side of the ice cream aisle, wiped up the blood and applied a band-aid. I was then able to finish my shopping with a minimum of limping and whimpering. And I only had to change the band-aid a few times to keep from dripping on the floor! Grocery shopping can be so much fun!

Now I'm off to buy some heavy duty work boots, steel reinforced, for next week's shopping trip.
 
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A Sparrow Necklace

Our House Cat:

 

Poor confined kitten
Staring forlornly outside
Why can't I go out?

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A line of sparrows
Along the edge of the roof
Like beads on a string
 

 Quack!

I Get Sick Just Watching

  Not too long ago we visited the State Fair. Lots to see and do. Here's a few of the things we saw:

Little sleeping chick

What better place for a nap

Than in a warm palm

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Twirling overhead

dizzying, spinning, circles

I'm sick just watching

Quack!

GIANT Milky Way!

  This is a cake I made recently for my Mom's birthday. Not only does it look like a Milky Way, but it has many Milky Way's melted into the cake batter. It's not quite as delicious as a real Milky Way, but hey. What is?

Giant Milky Way
My mouth waters just looking
Let me have a bite

Quack!

Fuzzy Puffy Pants

Funny little owl
In his puffy fuzzy pants
Needs a matching scarf

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Raucus shouts for food
Get out here now and feed us
Jays demand peanuts

Quack!

Tiny Suns

 

A light on the deck
Spiraling, spiking petals
Pots of tiny suns  

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Again With the Haiku?!?

  Here we go again! I have some photos to share, and nothing worthwhile to say. So, I wrote a few haiku. This is what you have to look forward to for the next few days. Lucky you!

 

State Fair attraction-
A pile of piggies snoozing.

Ears, hooves, snouts, oink, stink!

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Is that a poodle?
A giant, puff-headed dog?
Or just a llama?

(Just because I write haiku it doesn't mean they have to be good haiku!)
 
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I Ran. I Ran So Far Away.

  So, how many of you out there save up old stale cereal, cracker crumbs and cookie detritus and store it in your car? Come on! Someone? Anyone?

Well, I've been known to. No, it's not in case I drive my car into a ravine during a snow storm and want to have something to sustain me (although that could be a side benefit). If that were the case I'd pack granola bars, canned food, a can opener and jugs of water. It's for those days when I'm driving through a parking lot with the ducklings and we see a flock of seagulls (and I ran, I ran so far away) - standing on one leg, the other curled into their fuzzy under-feathers for warmth, shivering and looking downright miserable as the rain pelts their wings and they look at me with their sad little beady black eyes.

I know I'm not the only one who feeds them because as I carefully drive into their midst and lower my window, deliberately pushing scenes from the movie Birds out of my minds, they start to make noise and crowd around the car, leaving a safe 2 foot buffer. They know what's coming! And then we toss out handfuls of old stale cereal, broken cracker bits and crumbled cookies.

They make an unholy racket and gobble up all the bits and as we drive off some of them move in to get the stuff that blew under the car, and a few always follow the car for a bit. I expect they are saying thank you.

Quack!