And, the link.

Here.

You people are STUPID BEYOND BELIEF

Up front, let me say that if any comments come in claiming to take offense at the title, the only thing I'll be surprised about is the fact that any comments come in at all, such a rare occurance that it has yet to happen once. And I won't apologize. Because it's true.

While perusing Yahoo!'s most viewed photos (most of which were amazingly dull, for being the most viewed photos and all) I came upon a photo which was so dull that I wondered what it was doing there. Twas a picture of a ketchup bottle. Then I noticed something funny about it: The big 'W' on it, so I clicked on it to see a bigger picture.

I'm almost sorry I did.

Apparently, some freedom-fry-enjoying people were upset at the prospect of dipping their fries into ketchup connected with Kerry's wife, Teresa Heinz-Kerry. Hmm...Heinz...sound familiar? So they created a new ketchup, manufactured entirely in the US, called W. Yes, W, which they claim stands for Washington, as in George, whose picture adorns the front of the bottle.

"You don't support Democrats. Why should your ketchup?" Says the website for W ketchup.

It took me about half of the article to be able to believe it wasn't actually a farce. Had I wondered onto The Onion by accident? Sadly, no. Although by the time I got to the end, I was wavering again, when I read about another company launched last year to provide a conservative alternative food-wise, this one for ice cream. It's called Star Spangled Ice Cream. Among their flavors: "I Hate the French Vanilla (Real American Vanilla, NOT the French Vanilla)".

I hate it when people do things so stupid I can actually feel my brain shriveling up when I hear about it.

Well, there goes my first politically themed post which may cause some people to curse me. Chances are slim, as hardly anyone reads this blog, and the ones I know who do are probably in as much awe as I am. For once, I ain't gonna be politically correct. This is my place to say what I feel.

Something I never thought I'd see

Rasputin's preserved penis.

I gotta say, that's one funky lookin' cock.

And a haiku for the birds.

Birds have flown the coop,
ungrateful buggers. Where ya
gonna land now, huh?

The birds have flown

Haven't seen them in several days now. Suspect they have all learned to fly and have gone off to bigger and better things.

What, may I ask, can be bigger and better than a dinky little birdhouse covered with possibly toxic immitation-paper, that twists around in the breeze on its string so that you have to wait for it to face you before you can fly into it, next to the "night light" that comes on every time the annoying, loud humans want to come out and smoke their foul cigarettes, often saturated by the evil deadly smoke from said cigarettes?

What, I ask you??

You know you're in love when...

You're sharing a snack with your little one and just after you put the last bite into your mouth they ask for more, and you take out half your mouthful and give it to them.

(No, it wasn't apple or coffe cake. It was tuna casserole, which provides an even more interesting mental image to accompany this story.)

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

You know that line of commercials for Life cereal, the one where kids surprise you by bypassing yummy treats such as donuts and cinnamon rolls in favor of the cereal?

Well Milo just reinvented it on all how own without knowing it ever existed.

I had a piece of coffee cake that we had been snacking on, and an apple. He was requesting more, so I started to break him off a piece of the cake (I'm not a bad parent, I swear!) and he said "No! No! No! Apple!"

What an angel :)

In the interest of full disclosure, I feel obligated to mention that he had been snacking off and on on said coffee cake for awhile now, and is covered in chocolate from the chocolate chips that serve as a topping.

*love sigh*

You know those birdies I mentioned?

Today I was reading on the couch and out of my eye I saw a movement that I knew was a bird flying, only in an odd direction--specifically, straight down to the ground, from the vague area of our birdhouse.

Could it be? I thought to myself. Have I just witnessed a baby bird taking his first plunge in the lesson of flight?

I have! I have!

Mom and Dad Bird were there, keeping watch and possibly giving instructions and encouragement. That's it, there you go! You can do it! Just flap your wings like this...no, not like...yes, there you go! Oh! Well, don't worry, you'll get it...yes, that's it!

It was hard to tell cause I can't see inside the birdhouse, and it's positioned so that they (being the quick little things they are) could fly in and out without me noticing (especially with my attention riveted to the baby bird on the ground), but I saw for certain the one baby venturing out, and two parent birds watching, and POSSIBLY one or maybe even two more baby birds waiting in the birdhouse! They were tweet tweet tweeting away and in swooped Mom (or Dad) with something in its mouth and suddenly they were TWEET!TWEET!TWEET!ing with anticipation of the tasty morsel.

Anyway, it was just a darn heartwarming thing to see.

Here is a record of the first part of New Birdie's (presumably) first flight: Birdy plumets to the ground and lands safely within the patio enclosure. Mom and Dad peer down from either side on the railings, encouraging action! Finally in a gallant spurt of energy Birdy flutters up to the top of the chair the humans had so graciously provided! From there, a skittering bumpy partial landing and take off from the rail. There was also some desperate wall clinging as Birdie learned how to grip the textured wall with its feet.

*sighhhhhhhh*

The most beautiful thing

At our wedding shower, one of my husband's aunts gave us this birdhouse. It was kinda pretty, being painted all pretty blue and stuff, although the funky green shredded paper stuff on top was a little weird.

Somehow we never got around to hanging it up all these years, and finally did when we moved into our latest apartment. I had been wanting to buy some bird feed for it since it seemed kind of useless.

Apparently, the birdies think otherwise!

For awhile now, we've been watching the movements of a bird (two?) who has been flying in and out of it with what is presumably the makings of a nest in his mouth.

Today while DH and I were out there stinking up the air and poluting the little birdies' lungs, we heard a strange little peeping sound. And lo, it was coming from our own ramshackle birdhouse! Peering up, we were treated to the view of a baby mouth, wide open, poking out of the bottom hole, waiting for mommy/daddy to bring home the grub.

I don't know how many there are--so far, we have only seen one. And what a cute one it is!

As we were getting up to go back inside, Parent Bird showed back up with some sort of green bug jammed in its mouth.

Makes muh heart sing, I tell yers.