Absurd Bird

There I was... driving down my street heading home. Ahead of me I see a large bird in the street and I think, "oh those people's rooster got out and is in the middle of the street." I think this because I can see the red comb on it's head. As I drive closer, I realize it's not a rooster, but this: I borrowed this image (I didn't have my camera handy.)

Now, some of you may not be impressed but I have only seen a turkey vulture in this city a few times and I really didn't expect to see one on my street! And I don't live in the rural 'burbs. I live 7 miles from down town Portland. I'm one mile from a MALL. I am CIVILIZED and URBAN. I was totally in awe from that ugly bird ripping away at the insides of a dead squirrel. Poor squirrelie. It was still cool.

Mantis Babes

Boys love bugs and rocks and slime and dirt. Yes, it may be a sweeping generalization, but there are reasons people stereotype. Hello, truth! We had a little brown poo-like egg sack sitting in a paper bag in my kitchen window, for about 8 weeks. Every day I was supposed to open the bag and see if the creepies hatched. Luckily, I has some warning and my parents' mantis hatched first and they gave me a head's up. Sure enough, when I opened up the bag there were 2 little mantids looking to escape. I let them go and the next day, look what was waiting for me.
Those are about 150 praying mantis babes. Wee little creepy-crawlies hatched in a paper bag in my kitchen. Mmmmm. That big brown thing is the egg. The boys thought they were awesome and my oldest let one crawl all over him before letting it go free in the roses.
Even though I've called my kids "bug" since the dawning of their existence, I'm not too keen on bugs. Or hatching them in my kitchen.

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awkward 1st entry

New Blogs. Like the world needs another blog on the precious things their kids did. Well, you need to know about my kids. They do weird things and funny things and creepy things.
Yeah, there's really no easy way to slip into a new blog with grace, so I'm just going to trounce in, like an elephant in high-heels, smiling and hoping I find one or two people to follow or even comment.
So, let's wrap up this awkward entry and move on to the good stuff, yo.


OK. I had trouble writing that "yo". it was for my kid and it was totally uncomfortable for me. Let's just pretend it didn't happen.