Our herpetological weekend

4Aug2008 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

Ahh, summer in Georgia. The birds are singing, bees are humming, and my back yard abounds with reptilian and amphibian life. Thankfully, no snakes have been sighted yet, but we had two little visitors this weekend. First, let me introduce Tom Jones Slimy Allen, Jr. (Yup, there’s a story there…)

This little guy’s shell was less than two inches long. Poor thing was crawling around the patio but when it saw us, it cowered in the corner. After much pleading and begging to keep him, I made Zach come in and read online WHY it’s never a good idea to keep a wild turtle as a pet. So Zach reluctantly relocated TJSA Jr. to a safe area in our front yard.

I knew from experience that it was better to just let little turtles run free. When I was about Eli’s age, we found a small turtle in our backyard. Mom let us keep him in an outdoor planter box. I named him Tom Jones (after a favorite singer) Slimy (because he was a reptile, ya know?) Allen (our last name). Poor TJSA Sr. died…probably of shock, or perhaps because Al Gore hadn’t yet invented that miracle called the internet where one could find out exactly how to care for a little turtle. Anyway, the boys love hearing that story and they said that maybe this turtle was a distant cousin to his namesake. LOL! Maybe…you never know.

Anyway, that was the reptile part of the weekend. Last night, we drained our kiddy pool and when Donnie went out to scrub it this morning, he found this fat boy lounging in the few remaining inches of water.

Isn’t the pattern on his back pretty?

Anyhow, Donnie had to fish him out of the water. Froggie did not want to leave the water, but eventually he hopped out. This joker was as big around as my palm. Then I enjoyed witnessing a pure redneck moment as my three guys tried to catch him. Poor frog ended up hopping through the fence, but then the crazy thing came back for more. He was like, “Oh yeah, I’m the man, you can’t catch me!” Eventually I made everyone come inside and scrub their hands. Don’t want frog cooties all over the house, ya know?

Crazy Little Man

1Aug2008 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

Oh dear…my little goofball is wearing his “earring” again today. I don’t think Donnie has noticed yet, because if he had, chances are it would be “Bye bye bling!”

Eli’s bling-bling

31Jul2008 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

Today we visited our new friends, Lori, John and Alana. (Hi guys!) Lori and I are both teaching art at our homeschool group this year, and we needed to do some serious planning and supply shopping for the year ahead. Our kids got along wonderfully, and Alana gave Eli some stick-on gems…little sparkly bits that girls wear as earrings or fingernail accessories. Eli insisted on wearing a blue one on one earlobe, like an earring.

That would’ve never happened if his father was with us at the time, but personally, I’m just not going to make a big deal out of stuff like that. So we went grocery shopping afterward, and Zach was just MORTIFIED that I let his brother go into the store like that. I had to threaten Zach with the loss of his Xbox to get him to stop moaning on and ON about how embarrassed he was. For Pete’s sake, the gem was small and Eli’s hair kind of curls around his ears. I didn’t think anyone would notice it.

Well, there were a couple of younger men working there, from another ethnic group, who had rather large “diamond” studs in their ears. And they thought Eli was the coolest thing ever. We kept running into them and they were calling him “Little Man” and complimenting his earring. Eli was all puffed up with this “Oh yeah, I’m so cool!” air about him while Zach just walked around with his jaw agape, not believing that his brother was getting positive attention for having stuck a little girl’s gemstone sticker on his earlobe.

Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was hilarious!

Of course, later in the car, when Eli asked when he could get a REAL earring, I told him that when he’s 21 and/or no longer living in our house, it would be his choice. Until then…I don’t think so!

Wake-up Call

30Jul2008 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

I’m a night owl. So I’d only been asleep a few hours when today started off with a bang. I was dozing happily in La-La land when Donnie burst into the bedroom, threw my cell phone at me and said that my grandmother’s emergency response thing had called him. (You know, the “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” pendant you see on commercials.)

She lives across the street from us, and my husband was out of the house before my feet hit the floor. I sat there a minute, heart pounding, queasy with fear, wondering if I should follow him over there or stay here with the kids (who were still sleeping). I held the phone, poised to call 911, all the while praying that she was OK.

And….she was. Donnie was back in a few minutes to say that she’d accidentally hit the button.  Praise the Lord that’s all it was, and that Donnie was teleworking today so he was home. But wow…not the best way to wake up in the morning!

I was pumping too much adrenaline to fall back to sleep, so I got up to write. Later on, I took a two hour nap! :lol:

Wanna rate your doctor?

29Jul2008 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

Today, I’m working on two articles, both due Friday. When I’m writing, I always have a window open with something to putz around on when writer’s block hits (which is often, and fierce!). Usually, I have a game of Bookworm going over at www.popcap.com (fun site!). Today, I’m at  www.ratemds.com, a site where you can read reviews on doctors and leave your own comments. I just left a glowing one for my rheumatologist and can’t wait to leave less-than-stellar ones for other doctors who have been unprofessional with me in the past. (I am EEEEVIL!) :twisted:

I also found that this site is better than the phone book for finding names for fictional writing. How would you like to visit Dr. Bizzaro? I just have to write something where I’ve put Dr. Leakey, Dr. Dickensheets and Dr. Mahboob in the same practice. You just can’t make this stuff up!