Breaking the Silence

Well, well. It seems it might be time to dust my blog and clear up some misconception bunnies that have gathered under the bed. Wow. That may be a new low in stupid expression use.

First of all...you'll be happy to know that I did not waste my fortune on a nap decision. As it turns out, my mind is never made-the-heck-up. And, as per my jinx and Sir Lance's prediction, I did need to use it on an unforeseen and important decision. Can we all spit out a collective "phew"?

Secondly...au contraire mes frères...it is quite possible for me to resemble a dirty horse pooping, or any components thereof. As a matter of fact, I set about to prove this very point with a ridiculous photo of a chocolate-faced me enjoying a fudgesicle way too much, while sporting my "Single and Loving It" bib with a teddy bear on it. I regret to say that, in my pursuit, I stumbled upon some secret photos of myself that make dirty horses pooping look like a Niagara Falls postcard. Let me just say that the only person on the planet who was granted the privilege of seeing them had to sit down when the laughter and shock became too much. But enough about that...

Thirdly...where was I...Oh yes. Despite rumors to the contrary, I so did not eat that bird! I placed him safely back in his swimming hole. I may have had a few more bites, and yes, I may have caught a stray eye or two, but shucks if anyone can call that murder.

Okay...so that should do for now. So, Friday may be anti-dirty-horse-poo day, but summer Saturdays are all about the Outdoor Cinema. Hooray! It should not take you long to discover that this photo is not from our Outdoor Cinema, but from a showing of The Breakfast Club in a parking lot in Fremont, Seattle. The feature film was preceded by this little gem of an educational film, earnestly titled, How To Be Popular. Perhaps I should have taken notes.

Next week's Outdoor Cinema is going to be locally produced short films, which is conjuring up some beautiful images in my head right now. Has anyone else seen that Gilmore Girls? Anywho...Sorry, my dear friend B., but it simply has to be better than that lets-all-go-jump-off-the-nearest-bridge fest, Whale Rider.

Until next time, my friendlies...S., I love you too...and I'm so glad to see you here on blogger.

Silent Birds and Ancient Wisdom

Sleep is a lost cause these days. So is eating it seems. And, it follows, so is trying to look like anything that does not resemble poo, dirt, or a horse. If the week continues as it has begun, I shall be a dirty horse pooping by Friday. Just in time for the weekend fun.

In one of my heroic attempts at ingestion, I came across a little bird in my soup. He said nothing. My fortune, however, said that I could make a decision with confidence. Wonder of wonders! I stand at the sugary threshold of ancient wisdom and realize that, for perhaps the first time in my life, I have nary a weighty decision to make. Crap. I just jinxed myself. Okay, I am off to take a nap with confidence. Don't even try to talk me out of it. My mind is made-the heck-UP!