jitterbug

Boy am I antsy today. Maybe it’s because I had two cups of coffee this morning. But they were small, and I made a point not to finish them. Who knows. Some days I just want to jump out of my skin when I’ve been sitting at a desk all day.

We weren’t made to sit at desks all day. Remember that article on sitting in my tips post? My body is reminding me of that today.

Wesley, you should not be sitting still today.

Wesley, let’s get up and go for a walk!

Wesley, don’t you have to go to the bathroom even though you just went to the bathroom a few minutes ago? I think we should go to the bathroom.

It’s only lunch time.

And guess where I am?

A coffee shop.

I didn’t get anything. But I did find it a bit ironic.

It could also be anticipation of changes that are happening and will happen soon in my life. I’ll tell you about them soon enough, don’t worry your little souls.

I don’t really have much else to say today. Just wanted to send a little nervous energy your way. No, just kidding, I wouldn’t do such a thing. It was just all I could think about as I was leaving for my lunch break today.

Hopefully your Wednesday knows more calm than mine.

love,

me

life in a post

Since I’m a human and not just a camera who can write, I thought I’d show you some pictures I’ve taken of my life with my phone over the past few weeks.

they’ll never find me here…

My kitty, Itty (full name Itty Bitty Kitty). He likes little places. And clothes.

sleepy

Can you tell who that is? It’s Ayda, my pup. She’s on her “bed,” the blanket next to our bed that she sleeps on. She’s being coy.

john mayer would love

My neon! Yeah, I’m on trend. I kind of love it. I’m so visible! From Gap, of all places!

i will not eat green eggs and ham

The absolute best breakfast on the face of this planet. Poached eggs, made in an actual egg poacher. I just purchased one for the first time (how??) since moving out of my parents’ house, and it’s like we never left each other.

love

The adorable baby I babysat for last week, chocolate mouth and all. And some more neon.

i can’t even describe.

….let’s see that again.

control yourself wesley.

Yes, that is a tiny, tiny, adorable bundle of kitten. I almost kept her. I love her.

If anyone wants to make my world, get me a kitten. Don’t run it by my husband first, I’m sure he won’t mind.

long live marmite

Brits are funny. They love royalty. And they put yeast product on their toast. Of course, my mom loves royalty almost more than they do. She scolded me when I didn’t know what the Diamond Jubilee was. Oh well.

ideal.

What does “ideal for the whole family” mean? Splenda, I think you’re being a bit hyperbolic here. Not to mention you’re evil! But that’s just my opinion. Either way, that slogan makes me giggle a little. Ideal.

mmm mmm good

Ahhh. The best way to start a Friday morning I could possibly imagine. My little prayer group makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And the coffee doesn’t hurt either.

So those are the things my phone and I thought were news-worthy this week. I hope they provide you with some entertainment. If the kitten doesn’t do it for you, well, I’m at a loss.

love,

me

a day of remembrance

I am thoroughly enjoying my three day weekend, and I hope you all are too. We’ve done a bit of yard work, a bit of barbecuing, and a bit of relaxing, a perfect Memorial Day weekend.

I can’t make it through this weekend, however, without stopping to remember why we have this holiday.

I believe that I live in the most amazing country in the world, and there are many people who work hard to make America the country that it is. Among the bravest of those are the soldiers who are fighting and who have fought for this country for hundreds of years.

It’s easy for me to forget that there are men and women risking their lives every day to fight for the freedoms that I so often take for granted. Even leading up to this weekend, I was merely excited for an extra day off from work. Today, I want to take a bit of time to remember our fellow citizens who have fought and died for us.

If you have a second while you are reading this, even if it’s no longer Memorial Day, take a moment to pray for the soldiers and families of the soldiers who have so humbly served our country.

love,

me

bird alert 2012

Alright guys, you’ve met my mother.

Now I want you to REALLY meet my mother.

There is a bird’s nest on top of a column on my parents’ side porch. It was there last year, and I don’t know if it is the same bird this year, but the nest is back in full force. I think my mom needs a twitter account, because right now she uses us, her family, as her sounding board and audience for all things Bitsy.

The first we heard of the nest was when we went over for dinner one night, she told us all about it, and of course we saw the nest. We left knowing all of the intimate details of the mama bird and her comings and goings, obviously thirsty for more information.

Marshall and I got married only a few months ago, so this is really his first taste of what it is like to be Bitsy Hughes’ child. His reactions are often the best, as her biological children have become a bit numbed to the hilarity of many of her conquests.

With that introduction, I give you Bird Alert 2012, starring none other than my mother, Bitsy Hughes.

Email #1: The baby birds are now chirping, and last night we watched one of them stretching his wings and moving around a lot. He looked like he was going to fall out of the nest so we put down a comforter with newspaper on top in case they fall out.  Looks pretty tacky.  Now have to watch Queenie.  They are kind of big for that tiny nest! Still not sure how many…thinking two since one egg crashed to the ground early on.  No way more than three birds could fit in a nest!

Queenie is our cat.

and that’s Zeus behind her. best. cat. ever. RIP.

My husband’s response to this email: Alright I forwarded this to Fox News, and they are in…O’Reilly said he personally wanted to cover it so he is flying down as we speak!

he created this at work. tough job, eh.

Two days later from Mom: Progress…birds are getting too big for the nest…leaving any day now.

Now, I know what you must be thinking. This woman has too much time on her hands. Well, I’m obligated to say that is DEFINITELY not the case. No further comments.

Two days later (in the subject of the email, nothing in the body. Only to my sister and me. I think everyone else had unsubscribed): Now it’s chirping. And his brother/ sister may be dead. Haven’t seen it in days.

Same day, second email, still to just my sister and me (subject: Scary): Can you imagine how scary it must be to learn to fly!  This bird is standing on the edge of the nest and it’s been standing there all day yesterday and today. Right now it’s as high up as it’s ever been. He must be trying to get up his nerve. Fascinating.

How long each day, you ask, does she watch these birds? It is a question I have asked myself many times. Some things are just better left unanswered.

I must say this next chain may be my favorite. This email was sent the same day as the last two, only it was sent to everyone, my brother, my dad, my sister, Marshall, and me. Must have been important.

Subject: Bird Report.

The baby has flown!  It was standing in the nest this morning and when I came home around 1:30 it was even higher on the ledge of the nest, chirping…obviously scared to jump!! Duh!!  I kept watching and all of a sudden IT FLEW!!! to the plant on the wall.  It fluttered and couldn’t fly. Then someone came to the house and I had to take her in the back because the bird had fallen to the floor and was right in front of the door. I tried to catch Queenie, but she wouldn’t come in.  Now it’s gone!  Didn’t get to see if it could fly, but the mom was hanging around.  Am thinking the other baby is DEAD. The mama keeps coming to the nest…probably eating dead baby…oh well. The end.

Oh but don’t worry, that’s not the end. She must have thought it was. No no, it wasn’t. My response to her email was probably the same thing that you were thinking, which is, “what a horrible way to end a kind of cute story.” Her response: “well I’m not a writer and I tell it like it is.” I think that was a dig at me.
Marshall’s response: That’s life…you get your shot, and if you don’t make it, your mom eats you.
My mom: Or cleans up your mess!
Obviously my mom thinks that even eating your children is helping them, cleaning up their “mess.” She’s been a mom for too long.
Three days later: The mama bird is back!! Sitting on her nest!!  I don’t know what’s going on!
I think perhaps my “get a job” response to that email kept her quiet for a while, or it may have been that the eggs weren’t doing much and there wasn’t much to tell. But don’t worry, she kept us up to date every single time she saw us, or spoke with us.
So a few days ago, my mom called me while I was at work and said “I can’t put this in a report (a bird report, she means. Probably because I told her I didn’t want anymore depressing reports.), but the mama bird is gone. She is usually so faithful, particularly at night, and I haven’t seen her at all since last night. And the worst thing is, there were two feathers on the ground on the porch this morning. I don’t know what to do, I can’t take them to the wild animal center — (me: wait, why not? are you too…busy?…), I guess Wearen (my dad) could do it, but that wouldn’t be until Saturday, and they’ll be dead by then!” I told her to start finding some worms to feed them. She said there was no way she would chew up worms. I told her she didn’t have to chew them, and she said “that’s what birds do! They chew up the worms for their babies!” I decided not to get into other possible ways to mash up worms, as she seemed pretty adamant that they needed to be chewed to be sufficient baby bird food.
When we got off the phone, I looked up what to do with baby birds you’ve found, and I ran across the fact that they must be fed every 15 to 20 minutes. Well, that for some reason sent me over the edge, and I just started cracking up thinking of my mother getting up on a little step ladder with her chewed up worms to feed the birds every 15 minutes.
Next email from mom, same day as the call: I have figured out why the mother isn’t coming around…..the birds are huge.  Didn’t realize.  They can really squnch (?) down in that nest.  One was on the edge a minute ago.
Phone call later that day: “They came in the house! The baby birds came in the house! One of them was sitting on top of the nest all morning and I could tell he was going to fly anytime, so I went and got a sandwich and came back and he was still up there. So David came over to give me my frames, and when I opened the door one bird fell to the ground on the porch and the other one flew right past David’s head INTO THE HOUSE! Fanny immediately went outside and got one of the birds in her mouth, so we had to go outside and save that one” (pause for visuals)

from mom: that was in fanny’s mouth

“…and then we had to go inside and get the other two dogs away from the bird that was in the house! So we had to  find that bird, who was in the front hall, and then we had to shoo him out the front door while we were keeping the dogs away from it! This is too much!”

the second culprit. and the arm of my mom’s frame guy. email subject: that was in the HOUSE

the dogs. i imagine they were looking just as longingly at the baby birds.

So the phone call was followed up by the two emails to our entire family with the two bird pictures above, as well as one final email.

Subject: The nest

Rest of email: Has got to go. I’m done. Too much drama.

Well, I went by their house the other day, and sure enough, the nest was gone. In a way I hate to see it go. It sure does make for a good blog post. And my mom knows it’s entertaining for us, she acts like she is mad when we make fun of her, but I know she loves it. And I’m sure she’ll get mad at me about this blog post, but I bet she’ll also laugh about it, because she knows she’s funny.

But for now, the nest is gone, and I believe that will be the end of Bird Alert 2012. I’m hoping they’ll be back next year.

love,

me

photography: givin’ it a shot

Alright guys, so I got this super snazzy camera for my wedding, and I feel so unworthy to use it. I haven’t had a camera for years, so I’m a little out of practice in the photography area. But I like photography, and I like pretty pictures, so I might as well put my wedding present to good use.

…not this wedding present. but i was trying to be artsy with this picture.

So I’ve decided that I’m going to try to learn some mad photog skills and show y’all what I learn. It always seems so easy until I actually try to take a picture, and then I feel like a five year old and my picture ends up looking like I accidentally clicked the button while I was holding the camera down at my side.

Things aren’t as easy as they seem.

Do y’all have any handy dandy photography tips for me? I literally know nothing but point and shoot, so anything past that would be much appreciated and likely helpful.

I ran across a cool photography website, but I haven’t had a chance to explore it yet. And I’m going to get my coworker who is a photographer to help me with my camera settings. And I’m just going to start taking pictures of things. I’ll probably feel like an idiot at first, but I’ve realized, a bit to my chagrin (I like to always feel like I’m on top of everything), that sometimes it’s necessary to feel like an idiot in order to get good at something. I think I’ve probably missed out on a lot of things because I didn’t want to be bad at them, and I’m trying to be more open to failure. I don’t want to fail at things, but I also don’t want to live my life never trying anything new and only doing things I know I’m good at (sorry dad. didn’t want to figure out how to not end that sentence with a preposition).

So y’all may get to watch me try and probably fail at a lot of things. I’m sure it will at least be entertaining.

love,

me