Chloe and her Gatorade mustache discover that her chicken finger looks a little too much like a seahorse and asks me to take a picture of it.
On Saturday morning I had the house to myself. I sat reading the news at my desk. To my left came the sound of a thud; the only sound in the house. I turned to see a stunned little bird on it’s back on the living room floor. It’s eyes were open and it was not moving after flying into the window.
I walked into the kitchen to get some paper towels to pick up the bird with. I felt a pang of sadness thinking that the bird had met it’s untimely end. As I approached it and bent down to pick it up it flew away, landing on the high window ledge. Whew! It was alive!
Then I was faced with trying to get the bird out of the house without it pooping on everything in sight. In it’s panic, it flew into a mirror and fell down again. That time I was able to scoop it up and set it outside the window. He calmly hung around on the deck for about 5 minutes and flew away.
I don’t know what type of bird it was but it was pretty cute.
My parents have always marched to their own drummer. It’s probably one of my favorite aspects of who they are as people. They aren’t afraid to just do their own thing.
While other families were having brunch and giving bouquets of flowers, my family again blazed their own trail. For Mother’s Day this year, my dad gave me a 7lb can of chocolate pudding.
7lbs… of pudding.
He said he tried to get me a can of vanilla too but they were all out. I love my family. 
If you’ve ever asked yourself, “Who would buy that?” The chances are pretty good that the answer is me.
Last night after dinner Kenny and I were out for a stroll and happened upon a piece of artwork that had my name all over it. It’s a rooster made of what appears to be recycled oil drums and sheet metal. His comb stands nearly as tall as me, at 5’7″. He’s got rebar feet and washer eyes. Just perfect.
It’s no secret that I can be an impulse buyer. But, I tried to keep myself in check and I didn’t buy the chicken last night. Instead I went home and ruminated on whether or not it was a good idea.
“What if he’s not there tomorrow?” I asked Kenny. He turned to me with a look that needed no words. He said, “who else would buy that?” with his eyes. I wasn’t so sure. I mean, look at it’s greatness!
I just couldn’t let this one slip away. This morning we went back and picked up our chicken. The young man who carried it out for me asked if he could take my picture and said something to the effect of , “Oh, you’re the person that would buy this, huh?” What is with everyone?
So, our giant chicken Roscoe is now grazing in our living room. I think he’s a perfect fit.
This morning we woke up to a snow covered yard under a bright blue sky. The snow closed school for the second day in a row.
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Over the last day and a half we’ve accumulated about 18 inches of snow. Our little world is again covered in a fluffy layer of powdered sugar. Chloe, Luna and I trudged out into the backyard to have a look around. Everything looked beautiful.
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Luna just loves bounding out into the snow. The old girl runs like a pup out there.
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Chloe has has a growing collection of vinyl character figurines. Every time that we go into New York City, we have to stop in to Kid Robot to see what’s new. Most of the figures that she likes are sold in blind boxes. That means you have no idea exactly which character is inside the box until you open it. It keeps things exciting, wondering what is inside the box.
Ugly Doll Vinyls
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This morning when I woke up I was surprised to see that more snow had fallen. The trees in our yard were wearing blankets of fluff. The world was quiet and peaceful.
Snowy Backyard
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Chloe was all ready to head out for her party at the aquarium tonight. Rather than dressing up in frills and sparkles, Chloe opted to of course be Chloe. A metallic pink leather jacket, mismatched socks and leather-like leggings were in order. I hope she continues to march to her own drummer throughout her life.
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