If you’re a Cheetos connoisseur– like Miss H and I are, then you know there are many ways to eat them that are considered “proper” depending on the circumstance you find yourself in.
For instance, there is the dainty “Nibble, nibble,” most often used to avoid embarrassment at large gatherings, where people insist on talking to you, even when your mouth is full.
Then, there is the the voracious “Starved Wolf,” made popular at family barbecues when the chips are out but the meat is still frozen.
And who can forget the Cheeto-fangs-beat-plastic-fangs “Vampire,” method seen at scout camps and sleepovers for the last four decades?
You’re on your own to visualize these particular techniques. Sorry.
One of my personal favorites, as our girl here is demonstrating, is the “Seagull” technique. You know, an actual Cheeto in one hand and the other–and entire ARM, if possible–securely poised in the bag, making it impossible for anyone to take what is rightfully yours. Somewhere off in the distance I hear those charming aquatic birds squawking, “Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine-minemineminemineminemine…”
Hey. A fresh bag of Cheetos can do that to a person.
I used to positively adore seeing Blue Jays. We never saw them when I was growing up in Los Angeles, and then very rarely ever saw them in Utah. So then when they started showing up–we all got really excited. They really are a beautiful bird to look at–until you get to know them.
What I didn’t know, was that they are not very friendly things and they don’t work and play well with others. In fact, when Blue Jays show up–most of the other birds leave. Not because they can’t share space and trees and food with the Blue Jays but because the Jays chase them off. They are a predatory bunch and will raid the nests of other birds and destroy the eggs or anything else they find to make the sparrows and robins pack up and go. Makes me really kinda mad, to be honest.
In fact, I’ve had the sweetest little sparrow family right under these eves that have built their nest in the framework for as long as I’ve been here. But see this little creep? He is trying to run them out.
I’ve banged on the window and hollered at him and he just looks at me like a naughty kid, saying “Whaaaat?”
So you know, right after I took this last picture I grabbed a broom and headed out to the porch.
I have a confession to make. Not a confession really, but more, an admission. I’m kind of a puzzle nut…freak, actually, if you must know.
I loved puzzles so much that I used to go to Hallmark every few weeks to see what new ones they had, and buy them. All of them. I had a cat puzzle, a King Tut puzzle, a Piata puzzle, and every Thomas Kincade puzzle you can think of. I had rainbow ones, candy ones, donut ones and every animal in the kingdom. Why, I even had a puzzle of a puzzle that I LOVED and put together a zillion times.
One year for Christmas, my cute little dad made a special board made that was light weight and thin, but sturdy enough to last for a million years. It was my special puzzle board. And I had it for about 20 years.
Some unsuspecting soul tossed it in one of our many moves a few years back and I was heart broken. Funny thing is that when I moved into this old, cute house while we were rummaging around in the back patio–there was a piece of the same kind of board–in nearly the same dimensions as the awesome one my father made all those years ago.
In fact, if I could pass on a love for something, to my grandkids, it would be the love of calming, soothing, lovely puzzles.
A new line of fabric from my favorite designer, April Rosenthal, called Mama’s Cottage, with a particularly personal touch. See the blue house, with the red roof? That’s my house–immortalized in fabric!! Hee, hee… So beautiful and of course, it just makes me sooo happy.
Then there’s this little sprig of joy. He’s such a little smiler, all the time. And don’t miss the matching church ties. So dang cute!
This little labor of love, for a sweet boy with a cold head–more on that later.
I may have made one in red…too. :]
Having a really smart daughter that knows how to put these ancient relics into a format that we can actually watch. What a blessing not to lose all those memories that we thought we’d never see again.
And finally, these little golden girlie curls. Yes, I know it’s blurry–but you can’t take a clear picture of a firefly.