A whole bunch of stuff that doesn't go together

I have a feeling that this post is going to go all over the map.
Hang on...here we go:

In the car tonight, Isabelle started an interesting conversation:
Isabelle: Mommy, when I am a grown-up, I am going to have two sweet girls.
Me: I see. Do you have names picked out?
I: The first one will be called Madison.
Me: (thinking that isn't a very original name...) Okaaaay. What about the second?
I: She shall be called Twinkle.

After wiping my eyes and regaining control of the car, she continued:
I: Mommy, I think I will have five girls.
Me: Wow. That's a lot of kids.
I: Yes. I am going to live in a shoe.
*I once again almost lose control of the car*

Earlier, she had untied my shoelaces, and I slowly retied them. She said, "That's a fine bow, Mommy."
Who talks like that???

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There was an attempted child abduction less than a mile away yesterday. Oh. My. God.

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Junior News:
At our board meeting the other night, I discussed how Junior had become aggressive/horny.
While I made a good points, the board has decided to give him a few weeks of "tough love", i.e. waving the net at him, squirting him with a hose if he gets too close, etc. It came out in the meeting that he has landed on someone else, too. So Junior has two strikes against him.
I don't think anyone will hesitate about the next imprinted bird that comes in. They should have done this from the beginning. But what do I know?
(That came off way more sarcastic that I meant)

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Guess who this is!
I found this recently, in the hands of Isabelle and Lorelei, who were fighting about who got to hold it. I whisked it away, and decided to share it. Cuteness sure does fade...

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More gripes about Grand Valley (aka the gravel pits that the elitist village of Indian Hill says can't be enjoyed by us filthy commoners):
There are f**king boats on the water! You should have seen the coots panicking and flying away. I was sick to my stomach. I am really starting to hate the whole thing. They state that they "are concerned about the water supply" and "don't want the place overrun with people, because of the effects on the water fowl", yada yada yada.
Know what I say to that?
BULLSHIT.
You have to live in their zip code to get a permit for the place. They don't give a damn about the birds. It's all about "We have it, and you can't, because we live in Indian Hill". I wrote a very well-written letter to the City Manager, giving all the reasons that dogs and boats shouldn't be allowed, but birders should, and all I got was the reply, "thanks for your comments." Yeah, well, F**k you too, buddy.
Whew...I feel a little better.

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Mom and I invented a new word today:
I was on the phone with her, and I was trying to say, "Reasonable deniability", but all I could seem to get out was "reasonal". So that's our new word.
Geoff is a total word-snob (those picky writer types) and totally hates it. Tee hee.

I so wanted this to be a purple finch. The coloring was different, and I nearly broke my leg lunging for the camera.


I was alarmed the other day when I saw all this white stuff falling from the sky. I ran to tell Geoff that obviously a volcano had erupted nearby and we were being pelted with ash. He told me to calm down...he remembered hearing about something a long time ago, called snow. He said it was a natural occurrence and I shouldn't be scared. Wow...my husband is so smart. I had never heard of such a thing.
But he IS older than me...I forgot to post about it on Wednesday, but he is now 37. Old coot. He says I am his young, hot trophy wife. Oh, babe, tell me more sweet lies.


I so love this little dog. But he REALLY has to go. I have had some bites, but nothing definite yet.


Another shot of the purple finch wannabe.


And a pretty lass house finch. Who cares if they are "just brown". I think they are wonderful.
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What else...
I am going birding tomorrow, all by myself. Yippee!

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Geoff is finishing the copy-editing of his book tonight. I will be so glad when we have the real, bonafide book in our hands. The poor man has been thinking about this book for about 10 years, and has actually been writing it, at least in some form, for 2 years. I fully expect all of you to get a copy, too.

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I love Flickr. And I switched to Mozilla Firefox, and I love that, too.
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I think I am finished now.