Is it just me . . .

. . . or did this nest shrink overnight?



Today we started seeing little bobbly-headed birds poking up over the edges of the nest. This concerns me. Somebody could fall and get hurt!

Baby picture of the day

Four sweet little sleepy faces:

More than birds

I went to Louisville on Friday to make a trip to my favorite yarn store. I had finished my scarf (I need to take a picture to post!) and wanted to get a new project that I can work on over our 2 upcoming trips to Alabama. I wound up getting this green merino yarn:



to make this sweater:



Had I seen only the photo on the pattern, there is no way I would have chosen it. But they had a sample made up, and I got to try it on, and it is GORGEOUS! I don't know why the model feels compelled to stand with her elbow jutting out at that odd angle. Perhaps somebody put cement in her Secret? I promise never to stand like that once my sweater is done.

Speaking of sweaters, I wish I could knit some for these little guys:



They look cold.

All birds, all the time

"FEED me!!!" This was from yesterday:



Nap time today:

Spring fever

Spring is in the air! The flowers are hatching:



And the birds are blooming:

Real post tomorrow

Oh, don't you hate these cheater posts? I know I do. Today has totally gotten away from me though. I spent most of it running errands in Louisville. Then a meet-and-greet for the international club. Then supper. Then watching "Princess Diaries" with Annabelle. Then running up to the shopette for milk just a few minutes ago. All that and wham! the day is over. I'll try to do right by you tomorrow.

Ground breaking

Yesterday I went to the groundbreaking for the new Fort Knox High School. It's pretty exciting to think that if our evil plan to extend our stay here in Kentucky to 5 years works, both kids will get a chance to go to the new school!

First day of summer vacation

I just turned in my last paper for this semester, and I am now officially halfway through with my degree--6 classes to go. :::tosses confetti::: I've been taking 2 classes per semester for the past 3 semesters, but next fall I'm dropping back to just one class. I figure with Fred being gone, I need to be extra careful about overextending myself.

My goals for the summer are to get a lot of freelance work done to make the money to pay the tuition for the remaining 6 classes; finally get my office finished (which includes organizing all my photos and videos); and RELAX! Today though I think I'll catch up on some of the housework that has fallen by the wayside in the past couple of weeks. :::sweeps up confetti:::

Roll over, Beethoven

Mike's World History class is busy preparing for a special event in May. Each student has a historical figure he has been studying for most of the year, and the students are going to dress as their characters for what I can only think of as a historical petting zoo. I envision the spectators strolling about with paper cups of seed corn that they feed to the likes of Jane Austen and Benjamin Franklin. Anyway, tomorrow they have to take in pictures to prove that they have their costumes together. So, ladies and gentlemen, may I present . . . Beethoven!



Here's Beethoven doing a little composing:



And playing electric guitar:



Oh, dear, it seems that Beethoven has anger management problems:

Camera, interrupted

I started thinking how cool it would be if I could have a camera focused on the bird nest at all times, and the next thing I knew, I was at Best Buy standing in line with a wireless Internet camera in my hands. Setting it up last night though was a total pain. It involved 3 different calls to Linksys tech support, and I still wasn't done.

This morning I reevaluated whether this was really a road I wanted to go down. Mama Bird was off the nest for an awfully long time, and I kept going to the door to check and see if she had come back yet. Then I thought, yeah, I really don't need to feed this obsession.

So the camera is going back to Best Buy (but it's not because Annabelle was so bitter about my birdcam), and you will all have to make do with the occasional still shot.

Like this one! Look, it's Mama Bird:



Who, me? Obsessed?

Technical difficulties

Grrrrr . . . We have been having Internet problems for most of the past week, and it is starting to get OLD. The connection has been out for a couple of hours, so I am using Fred's Blackberry to post this. More tomorrow . . . I hope.

3 + 1 =

Dear National Auto Warranty Services,

You suck.

Love, Bonnie

They won't stop calling! One week after I blogged about how I called them and demanded (yet again) that they stop calling me, they called again. Yesterday the recorded message informed me that THIS WOULD BE THE LAST CALL I WOULD GET BUT MY AUTO WARRANTY WAS ABOUT TO EXPIRE AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T GO DRIVING AROUND WITHOUT A WARRANTY!!! Once again, I hit 1 to speak to an operator, confirmed that she was indeed with National Auto Warranty Services, and told her that this BETTER be the last call I get from them. Tonight . . . another call. Fred hung up on this one before I could verify that it was indeed the dreaded National Auto Warranty Services, but I know it was. I swear I am starting to recognize the ring.

I googled the number that called yesterday (626-259-5502) and found this, which I thought was interesting.

Oh, and here's something interesting (and kind of funny--at least to me): The other day I checked my stats and discovered that somebody had found my blog by googling "National Auto Warranty Services." You know who it was? National Auto Warranty Services! So they know I think they suck, and for some reason I find that comforting.

And another interesting (and again kind of funny) thing: They are getting sued by the Missouri Attorney General. Maybe once I've finished my school projects and have some energy to direct in another direction, I'll start taking pictures of my caller ID and sending the photos to the Missouri AG.

I feel the earth move

We just had an EARTHQUAKE, people! At about 5:30 a.m., the house did some sort of wild dance, and I had no idea what was going on. Sometimes we hear the trains, but they don't shake the house. Sometimes we get a pretty good shock from a live fire exercise out on the range, but that is accompanied by a LOT of noise, and there was no noise to go along with this feeling. No, it was an earthquake--5.4 on the Richter scale, too, so while it wasn't a major catastrophe, it also wasn't one that's easily slept through.

School's out (kind of)

I just got done with my last class of the semester. That would normally be cause for great celebration but I still have a quiz to take, a cataloging project to finish, and a paper to write about take-down notices, YouTube, and the safe-harbor provision of the DMCA (don't ask--you don't want to know). I had really hoped to have it all wrapped up by today, but that didn't happen. So now I'm going to try to knock it all out this weekend. Wish me luck!

Navel gazing

I have added a new blog to my sidebar: Cathy Dobson's Planet Germany. While we were in Florida for spring break, I read Dobson's book of the same name, which follows her British family through a typical year of life in Germany. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and felt while I was reading it much like I did during our own final days in Germany--I loved every minute and dreaded the end. I hadn't expected, however, to gain any insight into my own psyche.

Dobson muses about raising her children in a foreign culture and how "British" or "German" each of them is. She says of her elder daughter:

I ask Erica one lunchtime whether she would like to live in England one day, especially as she is such an out-and-out Anglophile.

"Oh God, no," she says, "I don't really like it in England. I don't know how to behave over there. People expect me to know things, like how the buses work, or what to ask for in shops. But I don't because I've always lived in Germany. Living here, it's OK if I get things wrong, because I'm a foreigner anyway. Being English is only fun if you're somewhere else. Actually, I'd be happy to live anywhere . . . France, Italy, Spain. Just not somewhere where I'm supposed to fit in."

That is so totally me! The happiest times of my life have been in Hawaii and Germany, both places where I am an outright foreigner. The places where I'm SUPPOSED to fit in though, I always feel vaguely uncomfortable and like I'm doing things not quite right.

Mangia!

I didn't think to take any pictures, but we had an especially yummy supper Sunday night. I made the calzones that are featured in the current issue of Fine Cooking, and they turned out surprisingly well given my long history of screwing up bread products.

The dough was super easy to make. You need to really plan ahead though, as it has to chill for 8 hours and then spend another couple of hours coming back to room temperature.

The no-cook sauce came out really well also. I sauteed some chopped garlic to put in mine, as we all love garlic around here.

We used mozzarella cheese, ham, sauteed mushrooms, and sauteed onion and pepper for our fillings. This video will tell you all you need to know about assembling the calzones.

Go ahead! Try them, you will like them! I'm already planning ahead for the next round.

On my back porch

This better have a happy ending:

Spring broke

The whole time we were on our Florida trip, I hardly had time to post a photo, let alone edit one. So I've gone a little crazy pimping the pictures that I hadn't already shared. Feel free to click to enlarge.

We have scenes from the road:



A stairstep shot of Mike, Fred, and Fred's dad (note the t-shirts from the 10-miler Fred and Mike did that morning):



Jenny and Jeff goofing around:



Fred working by lantern light a la Abe Lincoln the night the power went out:



Stetson's class of 1983 at the post-party party:



And the many moods of Willis:



The middle mood seems to be the dominant personality. If you don't believe that, just watch how he treats my mother:



Sigh . . . it's time to stop playing This Time Last Week We Were ___ and start playing This Time 2 Weeks Ago We Were ___.

He iz watching me procrastinate

My list of Stuff to Get Done:

-turn in Gold Rush after action report (due last Thursday--whoops!)
-pay the taxes on my indexing empire (due Tuesday, 4/15)
-edit my Autocat paper for my Cataloging class (due Wednesday, 4/16)
-do my Classification assignment for same Cataloging class (due Wednesday, 4/23, but wow, wouldn't it be great to have it done by Thursday, 4/17?)
-write my Issue Brief for my Information Policy class (due Thursday, 4/24, but again, I would love to turn that bad boy in by Thursday, 4/17, and be done, done, DONE with this semester!)
-get ready for school board meeting (Thursday, 4/17)
-finish up some SCC committee work (due Saturday, 4/19)
-work on indexing project that is due . . . hmmmm, when IS that thing due anyway?
-find out due date for indexing project

This doesn't include other stuff like getting kids to their various activities, cooking a semi-healthy meal once every couple of days, vacuuming up the black cat hair that is covering our living room furniture, etc., etc., etc.

So naturally I spent some time this afternoon making my very own ceiling cat:



If you don't know who Ceiling Cat is, then you probably should go spend some time looking around here. All will be revealed.