Yes! I Got Him!

For weeks I have been trying to capture him.

He is fast!

But I got him today!

Camouflaged as he may be

and a second one on another branch...

See her now?

She sat and watched as the gentleman primped and fluffled

I have never seen a hummingbird sit this long, let alone cleaning his feathers

As soon as he finished she dashed around and they resumed a game of tag they had been playing.

Wordless Wednesday: Savannah Imports and Exports Alive and Well

Older Than I Feel

I don't feel any older than I did 5 years ago. I might feel a little older than I did 10 years ago. But even at that, I still feel as if I am in my 20's.

But as I sat watching the nightly news, I noticed a message being sent in the commercials filling the breaks:

• Laxatives
• Heartburn
• Teeth

Apparently, demographics show the marketing groups that an older, no wait, a more mature crowd, with a little more worn bodies, watches the nightly news, than lets say the fresher, perkier more energenic crowd.

I must be following the wrong crowd - might want to switch up.

Smiles!

I am 16 Going on 17 . . .

My oldest is now 17.

I am now a mother of "high schoolers."  The second week of school coming to an end for my freshman and my junior.

I say we all take off our watches, flip the clocks over, maybe ban time - it is going by sooooo fast!

Worlds Colliding

I find it interesting. I find it exasperating. The world of (some) young adults, and our world of parents, home owners, responsible contributing individuals...

We have many battles of expectations and requests and slow responses or sporadic conformity in our home.

Case in point:

We are a smoke free home. We do not smoke.  A couple of the offspring do.  Our rule is no smoking in the house and throw away your butts. There have been several instances of this being ignored in various forms.

When Traveler first moved back over a year ago, she tried to sneak past that rule, but the screen sorta fell off its perch as she opened it and the cigarette landed on the back step beneath the window. Caught! Addressed.
Moved on.

Last night Ocho's bedroom light was on and I thought he was at work, so I went to turn it off. Surprise! He had come home early and I had missed him coming in. I was so shocked, baffled, embarrassed to barge in that I did not mention how strong the cigarette smell was in his room. Very strong and it seemed that there was a haze.

I started to go back and ask, but hubs is out of state and I did not feel like a confrontation with stepson right before bed, so I sorta shrugged it off as he had been around a bunch of smokers and it was lingering in his clothes and on his body.

I stepped outside this morning to check out the ginger plant that is blooming, and as I walked back to the house, I glanced up and what should I spy?

The screen on his window cocked out of place!  And what was below the window to the side of the step? A cigarette butt!

For awhile, hubs and my lunch routine included watching Judge Judy. On several occasions she would ask a parent if they knew how to tell if a teenager was lying. The answer? The lips were moving. Now Ocho is not a teenager anymore, but I do know that if I say something about it, it will be denied. And for that reason I can't decide if I regret not saying something or not. Probably would not matter, it would amount to just words. I wonder if I nailed the window shut it any sort of message would sink in ...



Why must there be so many ongoing challenges?

But my first ginger bloom of the season is in, can't wait for a few more and the wonderful smell that will waft through the yard!

Tator Tots By The Dashboard Light

Ok, well, in the light, on the dashboard, but as were driving home and The Man lined them up to "warm them up" on the scorching  100 degree day, Meatloaf's song for some reason came to mind.  I do love tator tots, and they were on the dashboard... so paradise.

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I started off today early with a trip to Sam's and Publix. On my list to make today was Beef Burgundy, and so I needed some Burgundy wine. I grabbed the bottle at Sam's, along with the rest of my list, and headed to check out and make my way to the next stop.

As the cashier rang up my items, the register sounded and would not let her continue.  I don't know if this is a National law, a Sam's rule, a Georgia law, a Dougherty County law, but I could not buy the wine - it was before 8:00 in the morning. 7:33 a.m. to be exact. No alcohol can be sold before 8 a.m.

Luckily by the time I finished at Publix, it was 8:05 and I could make the purchase there.  I don't have a bone to pick in the "fight," I am just curious what the idea is behind the rule. I can't actually wrap my brain around that one. I wonder why not before 8, but you can buy it the rest of the day?

I did check out the list of dumb laws, and in Athens Georgia, if you want to read your favorite book in public to your friends, you have to do it before 2:45 a.m. Another one of those time things...

Of course I can't figure out for the life of me, this one either: In Georgia, it is illegal to carry an ice cream cone in your back pocket on Sunday.




Things that make you go hmmm......

Wordless Wednesday: Blue Springs State Park Alabama