Tidbits for the day

Some good news first as I’ve still not finished my triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mocha with whip and bad news would just make the tumbly rumbly.

(I miss Winnie the Pooh.  And Tigger too.  At 7 1/2 years, my darling daughter is now into dragons and witches and wizards.  The passing of time…bittersweet I say, bittersweet.)

But, back to warm fuzziness for the morning:

*Fort Collins, Colorado is the place to be when it comes to car crashes I guess.  Number one in the country as far as the least number of automobile annihilations (how’s that for some alliteration??) per person.  I think the cheery radio host said something like every 14 people has a bummer of an incident with a vehicle.  Compared to Boston where it was about every other person I think.  So–moral of the story?  Move to Fort Collins?  HOWEVER, we go there all the time and I’d have to say that as soon as I get close to the vicinity of Fort Collins I start to get nervous at the sheer volume of vehicles now hurling down the interstate and careening down College Avenue.

Perhaps I should get ahold of this cheery radio person and query their research?

Maybe not.  So many other worthwhile things to do today.  Take it with a lump of sugar then.  And drive at your own risk.

*The inimitable man of the house spotted blackbirds yesterday, which means we have approximately two (yes, that’s 2) weeks until the first snowfall.  I have no idea where this piece of insight germinated from.  Ancient folklore?  Common wisdom among the bird world?  The Farmer’s Almanac?  Not sure.  And frankly, I don’t think it matters.  Because, and do not, I repeat, do not, tell him I said this.  But I think he could be right on this one.

On second thought, this in no way should go under the heading of “warm fuzzy things” as the thought of snow in two weeks sort of, not to be trite, chills me to the bone.  (Not enough java juicing through my system to be creative.)

I think he could be right because it is cold here.  And very, very wet.  And the leaves on the aspens here are now changing…not just the ones up higher than us.  And we’re fairly high as it is.  The hummingbirds have slowed down on their insane ingestion of the sugar water.  We’re closing in on 100 lbs of sugar!!!  Insane I tell you, insane.  The chickadees (mountain) are back and eating out of my hand again.  I definitely need to take a camera out again so I can get digital proof of this.  So cool.  The other beasts of the yard are consuming everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, in sight.   I’m surprised they can walk forward without falling onto their engorged faces as their center of gravity must be seriously challenged with the disgusting amount of food being stuffed into their cheeks.  And my flowers.  Oh my precious flowers.  They’ve taken to eating them as well.  What’s left of them from last year’s little bastards.

Wow, and with that I’ve moved right away from warm fuzziness.

So how about that little girl yesterday who shot the gun instructor with an Uzi?  And killed him dead.  What, she was about 10 or 11?

Because every 10 or 11 year old child needs to learn how to handle an Uzi.  Yep.  Absolutely.

Just one question good ol’ Wayne La Pierre:  good guy or bad guy?  Yeah, I thought so.

Ain’t simply no way to portray this any other way than sheer and utter asinine idiocy.

And now a child will be scarred for life.  Way to go America.  We’re really taking care of our children well.

Whew.  On that note, I better go get some lovin’ from the chickadees out front.

Hug your child today, if you have one.  And if you don’t, maybe find one to hug.  We have got to stop this insanity.

 

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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