100 Happy Days #17
Miss Chompy came up the other day and asked if I would take care of her birds for a while…cause she had “stuff to do.” I said, “Sure, kiddo.” She emptied her pocket and these are the little friends she left with me. So we have a tipsy crow, a blown glass purple bird, a tiny guy missing his tail and his mom who appears to have no tail or wings. Needless to say, it was an easy tending job and not one birdy soul was inclined or capable of flying off. Pretty happy about that.
My favorite tending jobs are the kind you can do while taking a nap.
100 Happy Days #16
Long, long ago, when I had a house full of youngsters, and I had a Costco card of my very own and enough money and inclination to shop for my voracious children–I would often buy that big industrial size bag of Trail Mix. It would seriously last about two days–and that’s if I hid it.
I haven’t actually brought one of those bags home in a long time because our numbers have dwindled and it wasn’t exactly cheap. So I got to thinking the other day, “just how hard could it possibly be to make my own trail mix?” I mean, really–it has like three ingredients and from what I could tell, somebody just dumped them in the bag together, and shook them around. Heck, I can do that.
So, the Bald Guy and I went to Winco and zipped over to the bulk section. Here’s where it got fun because…well, I had no idea there were so many different kinds of raisins–never mind all the other dried stuff. I got a bit carried away. As I bagged up the regular raisins, then golden raisins, then ruby raisins and moved quickly to currents and dried cranberries I heard my cute boy saying, “Ahhhh, mom–those are some big bags.” I ignored him. It was for the best.
Next came salted peanuts–a busload, and one measly bag of M&Ms. What we ended up hauling out to the car was quite laughable, really. Especially when you think that the reason I didn’t buy the Costco kind was because the bag was too big and it cost too much. Yeeehaaa. We won’t talk about what all that cost, but I”ll tell you this-
it took two of my dad’s BIG (not kidding here) bowls to mix it up and nine gallon Ziploc bags to store it. It was lovely stuff. And it made me dang happy.
And fear not…I shared…with a boatload of fine people.
Partly because I’m very kind and generous….
but mostly because I wanted the world to think I made that much on purpose.
:} Heh, heh.
100 Happy Days #15
Perhaps it’s cheating to have my “happy days” photo be from a few months back–but I’ll defend myself by saying that I found these pictures today–and I smiled because they were just so much fun. Here’s the deal~
I came upstairs one morning a while back and found that Miss Chompy had lined up every pony, every Strawberry Shortcake person, every Carebear and well…every single mythical, magical creature that she could get her hands on…
not just on the banister, but on the chairs and across the floor. I took as many pictures as I could, but the best shots that explain it all–didn’t turn out. (My camera skills are somewhat lacking…still)
When I asked the girlie what was up with all her critter friends she looked at me like I had a blue face and said,
“Wellllll, Grammy–they’re in a big long line…
to see Princess Celestia.
And they’re going to have to wait a long, long time…
because she talks a lot.”
My kinda gal.
100 Happy Days #14
Our littles are really enjoying the Curious George cartoons that are on Netflix these days. It is a soft, gentle, sometimes even a bit mushy show and I like it much more than I thought I would. But I confess–I love Miss Chompy’s picture of little George even more. A ton more, in fact.
Tell me, if you can, that this doesn’t make you happy too?
100 Happy Days #13
This is Peaches. Isn’t she just beautiful? She is lucky enough to belong to my sweet little daughter in law who has always wanted her very own parrot. One day–two of them showed up at the animal shelter looking for just the right kind of home. Our sweet little Kortney just happened to be at the right place at the right time and Daney-boy said, “We’ll take them.”
Lucky little birdies.
This is Peaches’ husband–Avocado or “Avo” for short. You should see these cute things–they dance and play with Dane and hang all over Kortney like she’s Dr. Dolittle. The Bald guy even walked around with them on his shoulders for a couple hours.
I didn’t actually hold them myself. Too big of a chicken, I guess.
But it was fun to watch.
Seeing animals who are loved makes me very happy.