Saturday, May 18, 2013

Disgruntled from a long day of hunting mice, Rags turns to his vices...


Sheep Butt.

I try to let go of things that I can't control. I make an effort not to have any regrets. You gotta learn from your mistakes. Everything happens for a reason. But, I can't get past the fact that I did not stop my car to take a picture of a glorious sheep butt this past week.

 So, there is a very excellent flock that live on my street. They're often grazing, bah-ing, being cool, rockin' their woolly selves, doing the great stuff you would expect. But, the other day, I legit saw a sheep standing on his hind legs, his front legs grabbing onto a bush infront of him, his head full in it. So much sheep butt going on. I really dig how this fellow defied his usual stance and just went for what he waned, no qualms about showing off his fine rump for the rest of the flock. And here I am, an idiot in the car, too caught up in watching that I didn't even think to pull over to take a picture to capture the moment. I guess this is a prime example of life just happening before your eyes and truly being caught up in the moment.

Thankfully, I did at least capture some cats straight chillen. I take a lot of "I Spy" photos. There are four cats in this picture. Squint and you shall see.


Speaking of animals, man gets swallowed by a hippo and lives to talk about it?! Are you dead serious?! Best line ever: "Time passes very slowly when you're in a hippo's mouth."

Passing Notes.

More tales from the dramas of school!!

Lunch this week was spent listening to a teacher read notes that she had confiscated from her fourth grade students. Classic to say the least.

The first note was from one girl to another and it described their to-do list for an upcoming sleepover party. The list went something like this:

  1. Spa Treatment
  2. Prank call the boys
  3. Go to Orange Leaf
  4. Work on dance moves
  5. Work on tan
  6. Think of what to say to the boys
  7. Watch a movie
One of the girls also confessed to having a huge crush on one of the boys in the class. She plans to tell him on Carnival Day. She's so nervous! He's so cute! She is going to work on her tan as a means to prepare for the big revelation.

Another note was from one boy to another. This note had absolutely nothing to do with girls. It was really sweet an innocent. It went something like this:

Dear John,

How are you? You're my best friend. I know you have a lot of other friends but I think you're my best friend. We should hang out soon. I played a great game of tetherball yesterday. Do you like tetherball?
                                       
-Zack


Zack, 

Tetherball is awesome! Let's play! We should hang out soon. We would have to tell our moms though because they would need to know what we are doing. Do you know what extreme couponing is? My aunt is an extreme couponer. She has coupons everywhere! Anyway, let's hang out.

-John

These notes are an excellent example of how girls' minds work and how boys' minds work. While girls are worrying themselves about professing their feelings, the guys are obliviously thinking about tetherball. Ladies of all ages, while you're sitting at home wondering if you should text blah blah blah and wondering why blah blah blah isn't texting you, remember it ISN'T you! He is just thinking about tetherball or something of equal importance.

Anyway, so Carnival was great because I learned that I am really excellent at obstacle courses. There were four blow-up bouncy obstacle course stations set up. And I ran around barefoot with the kids, telling them that they were in fact, "going down" and then proceeded to dive head first into inflatable barrels and climb a wall and slide down with much vigor! The bruises on my leg were definitely worth the glory of it all.