They're here! They're HERE!

The bird eggs in my husband's motorcycle helmet have HATCHED!!!!! FIVE baby birds! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! I want to take a pic of them, but momma bird looks like she could whoop my butt 9 ways to Sunday. And my husband ain't getting near it. Momma bird laid down the law to him too. So we're still trying to find somebody brave enough to get the picture without disturbing the nest.

My best friend Tammy. Yeah. That's the ticket. If I promise to make her a big pan of rice pudding, she'll defy death. So, I'll give her a call this afternoon.

Momma bird may end up putting Tammy in traction, but we'll have a pic the next time I post.

Oh mah gawd! Tidy Cats!

The new Tidy Cat's commercial is hilarious! The one with the woman who talks baby talk to her three little felines and they are trying to figure out what the heck she is saying? That one? Have ya seen it? No? Here ya go:



Ya know? I had to wonder. What is my cat Sharkbait thinking whenever one of us starts acting the fool? So...just for fun, my daughter Gabby and I tried this little experiment:



Okay, so it was embellished a bit. I'm sure if this was for real, we'd need a 10 second delay for Sharkbait. She'd probably make Ron White blush.

That was my fun for today. Until next time.

(No cats were harmed physically in the making of this video. However, she may need therapy now.)

How you know your bike has been in the garage too long!

Well, spring has sprung. Unfortunately, my husband and I have had way too many rainy days to take the Harleys out for a spin. Plus, whenever there has been a good day thrown in the mix, one of us is at the job.

Anyhoo, here it is a beautiful Sunday. We're both off, and my best friend and her husband are ready to ride too.

My husband has pulled both of the bikes out of the garage to give them a nice little cleaning.

It's going to be a good day, right?

Well, just one small little hitch....

My husband grabbed his helmet and got a little surprise....

That's right ladies and gentlemen...a bird had set up housekeeping! And she's expecting too!

That's his FAVORITE HELMET!!!!!

What to do, WHAT TO DO! Well I told him he couldn't disturb the little family so he'll just have to wear another helmet.

Sad face.

"Well, you can't just kick her out, honey!"

He gave me that look like he was smellin' bad cheese. "It wouldn't be so funny if it were YOUR helmet."

"Nope." I said. That's why I keep MINE in the house!

Doofus.

I'll let you know when the babies are born.

TAGGED! You learn something new everyday.

Today I checked my favorite messageboard "Gumbo Ya-Ya" to see if I had any shout outs. I don't usually get a whole lot of them, but today I got one from one of my favoritest posters "Cabana Boy."

He said, "I have tagged your blog for a meme. This is new stuff for me, so feel free to ignore it if you wish... but thought you ought to know so it isn't a surprise."

Well, the first thing I thought when I saw the word "tagged" was, "Tagged? What's that mean? Did I do something wrong? Did I write something obscene or something???" So I read through my thoughts again and saw that I had indeed written something obscene. "Wheatgrass juice!" That's right. The stuff that the Backstreet Boys claim is good for you. Then I thought, "Oh...mah...gawd! I'm going to blogger hell for that."

Seriously, I didn't know what being "tagged for a meme" meant and I wasn't going to come right out and ask Cabana because I didn't want him to think I was a dork. So I looked it up. It's actually something GOOD. Whew. I dodged a bullet.

So, in short, being tagged for a meme means: somebody likes your blog. COOL!

So it's my turn to tag those I blogs I love!

And here's how we say thank you for the honor:

1. Link back to the person who tagged you.
2. Post these rules on your blog.
3. Share six unimportant things about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your entry.

Well, I've done the first two already...so here's the unimportant stuffs about me:

1. I'm a packrat when it comes to memories. I save little things that remind me of good times. Like a receipt, a letter, a card, etc. And I put them in pretty little boxes. If I have a particularly sad day, I pull a box out of the closet and look through all of the memories.

2. Every time I color my hair, it comes out some shade of red. Doesn't matter what color I use. Doesn't matter if I strip it and start from scratch...it's always some shade of red. It's my destiny to be a redhead.

3. I'm addicted to Tru-TV. (formerly Court TV). Love Forensic Files, The Investigators, and the Case Files of Dale Hinman.

4. I can't even go to the bathroom without all of the pets following me! Seriously. They're spoiled rotten. They think I'm going to go somewhere without them.

5. If I knew he could win, I'd vote for Earl Hickey for President.




6. The big question going through my mind right now is this: "What the heck happened to Victoria Principal's face???"


Now, it's time to tag my faves!

DixiePeach She brings up some notalgia that triggers some happy thoughts!
Midlife Ramblings, Sanity Optional I can identify!
Adventures of the Coconuter He has been places I've only dreamed of going.
Because I Said So! The funniest mommy blog I ever read in my life!
Olga, The Traveling Bra Very uplifting.
Thoughts From The Corner Office My boss. He hasn't written much, but he's got good stuff! I look forward to his new posts. I know, I know...y'all think I'm kissin' butt. Normally, that would be true...but since he's my boss and has known me for years, the old kissin' butt thing don't work with him. Anyway, I have to give him even more kudos because his blog doesn't have any typos. You should read his memos, though. Those are murder!

So, there are my 6 for good readin'!

Thank you for the honor Cabanaboy I enjoy your Michael stories! Keep 'em comin'!

Stuffs

First of all, I want to go on record and say that I am glad that stupid April Fool's Day is OVER. I got punked twice. Was caught off guard both times...and was very busy both times so I was not prepared. Anyhoo, next year, I'm going into seclusion for a day!

I feel better now.

Now...Trace Adkins on Celebrity Apprentice. Even though Piers won (because he raised more money), Trace was the most entertaining on the finale in my opinion. And maaaaaaaaaaaan, was he calm with those Backstreet Boys. If I were in his shoes, I would have handled them a LOT differently. "Wheatgrass juice? To clean you out? HERE, drink this prune juice and LIKE it, k? Nobody gets special treatment around here!" You can tell I'm somebody's mom. LOL.

And black nail polish? I would have just gone through my make-up basket and offered them a pretty pink. "Here...wear this and LIKE it. Nobody gets special treatment, 'round here...ya hear?"

And then I'd take away their computers and Ipods and TV privileges. Okay, they are not my kids...but like what Trace says, "They still callin' themselves BOYS?" Yeah, they'd be grounded.

Here's the best highlight from the finale. I just had to include it here. TRACE, YOU ROCK!

Root for Trace TONIGHT!!!!!

Check out the two hour finale of "Celebrity Apprentice" tonight on NBC starting at 8 pm. It's down to the final two! Our cowboy Trace Atkins and Simon Cowell wannabe Piers Morgan!

The winner will receive a $250,000 check for his favorite charity.

Trace's charity is FAAN (Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network).

The Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network (FAAN) was established in 1991. FAAN's membership now stands at close to 30,000 worldwide and includes families, dietitians, nurses, physicians, school staff, and representatives from government agencies and the food and pharmaceutical industries. FAAN serves as the communication link between the allergic patient and others. The Food Allergy & Anaphylaxis Network (FAAN) is the largest charity in the U.S. dedicated to helping and advocating for the 12 million Americans with food allergy. Trace's 6-year old daughter had a severe, life-threatening reaction to peanut butter when she was just 9 months old, an experience Trace called "terrifying." FAAN has played an instrumental role in the lives of families like Trace's and thousands more across the US.


GO TRACE!!!!!

Pics from my vacation to Ocracoke Island, NC!

Granted, they're kinda crummy cuz I forgot my REAL camera and used my camera phone. But my camera-phone pics aren't near as stinky as John Shomby's. Here's yer proof right here! At least you can make out what I was attempting to capture! Anyhoo, here ya go!

From our visit to the Blackbeard Museum. The wax big dummy is almost handsome like Johnny Depp's Capt. Jack Sparrow. Unfortunately, that can't be said for the real Blackbeard. All accounts say that he was a yukky stinky smelly kind of guy and folks often begged him to bathe if he was gonna hang out on the island. But he wouldn't. Would take away from his pirate mystique, ya know. He probably stunk so bad that folks willingly handed over their booty just to get the boy to move upwind. And we hear that his breath could kill seagrass forever. Too bad there weren't Tic-Tacs in those days. ARRRRRRRRRRRG!!! Yeah, okay...moving on.

Here are some beautiful pics of the marina just before a big thunderstorm was supposed to roll through. BIG emphasis on the word "supposed", okay? The wind kicked up, the sky looked threatening and we ran like mad women back to the room before we could get our hair wet. And all we got were two drops. All that exercise for nothing??? What a tease.

If you look closely, you can see the lighthouse at sunset. This was the view from our deck. Actually, it was MUCH closer and prettier than the pic shows. But once again, ahhh the woes of a camera-phone. Still, my pic doesn't suck like John Shomby's.

My daughter Laura asked why I kept taking pictures of this cat. I told her I've been coming to Ocracoke for over 10 years and I have enough pics of that danged lighthouse. So, meet Zack the Ocracat. Legend says that the first Ocracat came over on Blackbeard's pirate ship and all of the cats who run free on the island are decendents of that cat.
Anyhow, Zack "works" at the hotel where we stayed. He is "Guest Greeter" as you can see here. He may be pirate cat decendent, but his breath ain't kickin' like Blackbeard's.

This is my daughter Laura trying on a sweet hat at "The Pirate's Chest." I think she looks fabulous in it and I don't know why she wouldn't let me buy it for her. Oh well, just for THAT, I'm going to tell you a funny story about her.
This happened on the day we were coming back from Ocracoke. Anyway, we were in line waiting for the next ferry. Laura decided to take a potty break before the ferry arrived. As she got out of the car, she quickly realized that she had forgotten to WEAR HER BELT because when she stood up, her pants dropped to her knees and there she stood, wearing a pair of red boxer shorts with hearts all over them. The lady behind us laughed so hard, I thought she was gonna fall out of her van. Of course I had to call my best friend to share this little gem!!! Too bad I didn't have the camera-phone ready to roll when this happened because you KNOW I would have posted it.

Laura now thinks that maybe she should have let mom buy her that goofy hat.