Life after 40

Very disurbing.

Cleaning the gutters. I noticed that all the baby robins were gone from the nest.

"That was fast" I thought. But figured I'd get rid of that timber in the corner and the nest before mommy Robin decided to use it again. (do they have more then one brood a year? I know nothing about these things)

Took the timber down, placed it on it's side to get the next off. Out popped yet one more baby robin, still in the nest.

Oh crap.

Mommy Robin is having a total melt down - as well she should be. Baby robin is freaking out, flapping all over the ground. I'm trying to pick it up, trying to remember if touching them is actually going to make the mother abandoned it, if it I read if that was an old wives tale. Didn't matter - it had to go back in the nest, none the less.

Put the timber back in the corner. Run down the flapping baby with nest in hand, and managed to scoop it up into the nest. Put the nest back on the timber.

Don't know if this is going to work or not. But we'll see. The only saving grace is that it's got to be ready to fly the coop. It's siblings have already....

I felt so bad. How did I miss that thing? I looked right in that nest to be sure it was empty! Then again, once it was on the ground I didn't realize just how deep it was.

Later it was perched on the side of the nest, like ti was thinking about making it's maiden voyage. I'll take another look tomorrow to see if it's gone.

Here's how fast they've grown...

April 29, 2007 - Noticed a new nest with eggs in it...



May 24, 2007 - babies are here. Probably a few days before, but this was the first time I noticed them...



May 28, 2007 - one month later. The last baby is ready to fly the coop. That was fast!

Instead of telling God how big my storm is, I choose to tell the storm just how BIG my GOD is!

You may have already seen it. The part where this particular picture came from got to me especially, probably because of Jamie...

( I'll put the picture and the link under a cut, because this is a pretty tender time of year anyway... )

Here's the link

http://www.blogsearchengine.com/

The teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with this see-through blouse on and no bra.

Her grandmother just pitched a fit, telling her not to dare go out like that!

The teenager tells her "Loosen up Grams. These are modern times. You gotta let your rose buds show!" and out she goes.

The next day the teenager comes down stairs, and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.

The teenager wants to die.

She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate...

The grandmother says, "Loosen up, Sweetie.

If you can show off your rose buds, then I can display my hanging baskets."

I have been looking high and low for a "letter from Jesus" that was directed towards single persons.

I finally found it. Perhaps it describes so well why it seems at times that everyone around us is falling in love, or in relationships, yet we are not.

So here it is. A letter from Jesus.

little_goot ( This is for you.... )

Heavenly Father,

Please protect our troops, and the innocent people of Iraq. They are all at the mercy of the orders of others. Help those that are in charge to do what YOU would have them do. And to have the wisdom to know what Your desires are.

Amen

It's so hard for Jamie to keep his eyes close during prayer time. He looks like it's a real struggle.

You are about two years old. We have a night time ritual. Your daddy give your a bath, an adventure that usually take about 30 minutes or so. I think daddy likes to use your bath time as a adult excuse for playing with your bath toys. *grin* After your bath, you come running out of the bathroom, shed the towel, and make a mad dash for the couch where I am usually waiting. We snuggle up under the covers for a few minutes. My pillow and blanket end up soaked in the meantime. Daddy puts your pj's on, then we go through the nighttime story, and usually watch a night time video.

You've taken to liking your daddy and me taking you to bed. We both go into the bedroom with you, when you are held by me. Mamaw and daddy say your goodnight prayers, and you've started to fold your hands with us and try to repeat the prayer as well. Sometimes you will try to pry our eyes open during the prayer to see what's going on under those closed lids. It's hard to no crack a smile when you're lifting our eye lids up.. but we manage.

These are moments that I will always treasure. I wish I could get a picture of your folded hands, and bowed head saying night time prayers. This is an image that will be forever engraved into my mind.

I thank our Heavenly Father for bringing you into my life. I am truly a blessed grandma.

An elderly woman and her little grandson, whose face was sprinkled with
bright freckles, spent the day at the zoo. Lots of children were waiting in
line to get their cheeks painted by a local artist who was decorating them
with tiger paws.

"You've got so many freckles, there's no place to paint!" a girl in the line
said to the little fella.

Embarrassed, the little boy dropped his head. His grandmother knelt down
next to him. "I love your freckles. When I was a little girl I always
wanted freckles, she said, while tracing her finger across the child's
cheek.

"Freckles are beautiful!"

The boy looked up, "Really?"

"Of course," said the grandmother. "Why, just name me one thing that's
prettier than freckles."

The little boy thought for a moment, peered intensely into his grandma's
face, and softly whispered,,,,,,, "Wrinkles."

Only in America....do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.

Only in America.....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries,
and a diet coke.

Only in America......do banks leave both doors open and then chain the
pens to the counters.

Only in America.....do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

Only in America......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.
Only in America......do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.

Only in America......do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille
lettering.

EVER WONDER ....

Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?

Why don't you ever see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?

Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

I got the email below tonight... which is fake, from someone wanting me to enter this info.

Quite interesting really. I've never gotten one of these before. I wonder how many people actually fill out these things and have all kinds of trouble with their accouts.

This was forwarded to the 'spoof' team at Ebay.

Update... It wasn't even three minutes later before I heard back from Ebay telling me that this letter WAS NOT from them. Now that's fast...

( Ebay email spoof... )

It's 4:20am. I'm up, barely awake, trying to get enough coffee in me to function and get ready for work.

Somewhere in the distance of my foggy mind I hear the phone ringing. The ringer volume is on low.

Is that the tv? Surely someone is not calling me at this hour.
If it's one of my son's friends.. I'm going to give them a rough time for calling so early. Oh wait... what if it's my mom or dad, and somethings wrong with one of them... (nothing like a thought of something bad happening to send a surge of adrenaline into your system to wake you up.) I begin my trip from the kitchen, with coffee in hand, making my way to the phone... still ringing.

Boy.. who ever is calling is persistent. Hard telling how long it was ringing on that low volume before I actually heard it... Nah, I doubt anything's happened to the folks. It's probably one of the boys friends. Or a prank phone call. Or... maybe it's work? Why would work call me two hours before I'm due to clock in. Maybe somethings happened and they are telling me I don't HAVE to come to work. Maybe we ran out of parts of something and the entire department is being sent home, with pay of course, until tomorrow. Oh Goody! Yes... that must be it! How will I ever spend this day?

Ok... I'm wide, and I mean wide awake by this time. Perhaps two seconds have passed since I first heard the ring, began this scenario of possibilities on why the phone was ringing, and reached my destination. I'm wide awake by now. Eager with anticipation of getting a day off work...

I reach for the cordless phone. My eyes somewhat blurry, (ok. I admit I need bifocals. But I'm stubborn. Sue me. *g*)
My eyes are squinting at the lit caller id box. "I'd better actually make sure of who it is before picking it up." I like to be prepared. How did I live without called id.

It says cell phone...

Cell phone? Why would the factory use a cell phone to call me and tell me not to come into work? Well, they wouldn't of course. (insert the sound of my disappointed heart sighing here) So then, who is it?

Check the number. Hum... my area code. that means it can't be my brother in Pennsylvania. My sister maybe? No, her prefix is different then this one. My folks don't have a cell phone. That prefix... it looks familiar. Yes... W's friends, several of them, have cell phones with that prefix... Wait until I get my hands on them..... they must be drunk to be calling at this hour.... Which one of those delinquents is it?..(check the last four numbers a little more closely)

Oh wait.... whatis going on here?

That MY CELL PHONE NUMBER ~ !

How can that be? I know no one has my cell phone. W is in his room sound asleep so he doesn't have it. He knows I'd shoot him anyway.... beside that... I just.... put...my...cell... phone...

in...

my....

purse....

Well. duh.

Walk to back to the kitchen... check my purse.

Sure enough, there is my cell phone. Calling my home phone. I must have inadvertently dialed myself when I put the phone back after charging through the night.

Am I OLD or what?

I saw it yesterday. I have no words.

Who was the lady who wiped Christ's face when he stumbled while carrying the cross, then offered him a drink?

I am looking for Biblical references to this particular scene, and don't remember any.

Can anyone help?

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I downloaded a toolbar from Google. It has an auto pop up blocker on it. But I've also noticed that it has a tab for Blogger.com. You can push the tab and make an entry into your blog account.. which I don't have.

I wonder why they chose Blogger and not LiveJournal?

I am having a problem with search engines lately.

For instance... I did a search on "Indiana" just for an example for this post.

This is what I got...
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Indiana University
Official Indiana University homepage. ... Indiana's population gains are slow and small,
but steady. Governing commonly shared resources can be done well after all. ...
www.indiana.edu/ - 17k - Cached - Similar pages

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But when I click on the heading to go the Indiana University, instead of it taking me to the url... www.indiana.edu. ... it will alternated between various other search engines that I have to again make a search choice from.

Once in a great while I will be able to actually *GO* to the link I am clicking.

I find this rather irritating. I've tried several search engines and had the same problem. If I choose Google... then I want Google to give me my results, not a bunch of other unknown search engines.

I am wondering if there is some setting in my browser that is causing this.

This does not make sense.....