QUOTE (JanxAngel @ May 8 2008, 12:13 PM)

The bees are in the tree again today.
I swear that tree grew more leaves overnight too. This is one of few reasons I really like it here. Life is literally bursting from everywhere. Dave Barry once said that if you leave a toaster on the lawn overnight down here, it will come alive and start preying on smaller appliances.
After a nice rain, the next morning you'll find whole flocks of Ibises prowling the grass for food.
Here's a picture of one, but the flocks are anywhere from 4 to 40 birds in size wandering over the lawns.

I just had a very visual image of a shiny chrome toaster, silently slinking through the as-yet unmown grass, stalking a misplaced childs hotwheels car...
And again, keep the bees outside...I mowed tonight, changed my birdfeeders to the "summer" spots and put out my hummingbird feeders...came in the house, took a showerand as I walked by the sliding door to get my pj's - there was already a hummingbird feeding! Its cold here at night still, so I hope it will be okay.
QUOTE (ciaddict @ May 8 2008, 01:39 PM)

OK, I wasn't going to share this because I know I tell long stories. If you want to make a short story long, just have me tell it.
But it is so rare that one of my plans works out so perfectly that I just can't resist.
My daughter will be 16 next month and puberty has hit her HARD! And it doesn't help that her mother is the most ignorant, clueless person in the whole world. Anyway, almost 2 years ago I asked a coworker (former coworker now, thank goodness) who has horses about riding lessons for my daughter. She said she would give her lessons and my daughter could work to pay for them. Great deal. And at first it was great. My daughter (not to brag) is a natural and it is really a beautiful sight to see her on a horse. BUT this coworker--I'll call her R--and my daughter became very close very fast.
I just deleted a bunch because it was a VERY long story. So about a year ago, things got out of hand when R didn't bring my daughter home when she was supposed to, she would take her to her house without permission, and then she called the school to excuse an absence. So I decided my daughter couldn't go out there anymore. When I told R, things got ugly. Her husband and son-in-law even threatened my son-in-law when we went to get my daughter's things that she had left there. And R refused to give me the saddle that I bought for my daughter for Christmas. But finally it was over, I thought (silly me).
I knew my daughter was talking to her on the phone, because R supposedly "gave" my daughter one of the horses and my daughter just had to keep track of her, especially since R bred her and she was ready to foal anytime. I have suspected for a while that my daughter was sneaking out there, but didn't have any proof. The horse foaled last week and on Tuesday I found a letter my daughter wrote to R's son that confirmed to me that she had been out there. I thought she might go out there that day after school. One of my coworker's just happens to have binoculars, so she and her boyfriend drove me out there after work and we spied on the ranch. Sure enough, there was my daughter! We went to the cross street so they wouldn't see us and called the Sheriff's dept. and a deputy came out. And I have to throw in that this deputy is BIG--think VDO big, and bald, and was wearing cool sunglasses. I think I'm in love, but he's about 15 years too young and probably married.
While I was standing in the road, talking to the deputy, R and my daughter drove up to the intersection--I guess she was taking her home. My daughter got out and came over to where I was, looking at me totally innocently like "What are you doing?" The deputy went over to talk to R and told her that she is contributing to the delinquency of a minor and that if they get another call from me about any inappropriate contact, she will be arrested. I was really not expecting that! R left and when the deputy told me what he had said to her, my daughter got mad and stomped off down the road. He just looked at her, then at me, and said, "Want me to take her?" He said he would meet us back where I had left my truck, and it took a while--she evidently gave him some attitude. But he said he didn't have to "put" her in the car, he talked her into getting in. Then when she got out of his car, he saw that she had a pack of cigarettes in her backpack (her friend's, she said--I actually believe this story), and made her give them to him--then threw them away. Was she MAD!
Of course that night was a lot of fun as she raged about how I hate her and I'm taking away the only thing that means anything to her and I had no right to read her private mail and as soon as she turns 16 she is getting emancipated (I told her "Good luck with that"). I didn't yell, I didn't argue, I just let her go until she ran out of steam. Then last night when I got home, she had done all her chores and wanted to go to a youth group meeting (she knows I'm a sucker for church things).
Teenagers are so FUN! And yes, this was a long story--sorry. Well it sounds like R is out of line...and you wound like a great mom to me, so she is totally stepping out of her place...but as for the daughter being attached to the horse, I can see that very well. When I was at my mom's visiting, they had a dog that I loved. It was one of those things I guess. I couldnt talk to anyone, not anyone that I thought was safe to talk to or anyone who would understand...so I spent hours in the garage with that dog. It let me talk, cry into it fur and never said a discouraging word or judged me in any way. I got the love and comfort that I needed, that I didnt think I could get anywhere else...so to hear about your girl getting hooked on the animal is completely understood to me(especially a girl and a horse). I just hope she soon realizes that she has a great mom and how much you care about her and want to keep her safe. Hang in there...they grow up fast and this will be over before you know it.
QUOTE (hotaru @ May 8 2008, 04:32 PM)

o.o
ack! i thought i was done with my paper writing days for a while! ^__^() lol! but i could start my thesis on the proud culture of non shipping ^__~
Now that is a great thesis idea!!!
QUOTE (hotaru @ May 8 2008, 04:40 PM)

that whole story sounded like a tv drama! but teenagers are hard work and theatrical. i hope things work out.
also, its very easy for anyone to get attached to animals. its like having another member of the family. just last week my dog got hit by a car. i was still in school and my mom called me crying. luckly the dog is fine. no broken bones or anything, just road rash. but people can get very attached to animals and its hard to see them in a difficult situation.
ITA
QUOTE (HelloBobby @ May 8 2008, 07:29 PM)

I receivced the following in an e-mail today. Some of you younger gals won't understand, but for others around my age (40+), it is hysterical. I spent the whole day laughing to myself at my desk.
ISN'T
THIS THE TRUTH??????
you may need to stop at the women's restroom . . . be prepared!
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of
women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn,
you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has
been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the
modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but
empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but
there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,
(Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on theFLOOR!), yank down
your pants, and assume " The Stance."
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.
You'd
love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat
or lay toilet
paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can
hear
your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat,
you would haveKNOWNthere was no toilet
paper!" Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the
one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck,
that now,
you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).
That
would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's
still
smaller than your thumbnail
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door
hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your
chest, and
you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your
footing
altogether, and slide down directly onto theTOILET SEAT. It is wet of
course.
You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom
has
made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered
seat
because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even
if you
had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly
appalled if
she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public
toilet
seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don'tKNOWwhat kind of diseases
you could get."
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so
confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose
against
the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your
butt
and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks
everything
down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser
for
fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the
wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper
you found
in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic
sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk
past
the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the
very
end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your
shoe.
(Where was that when youNEEDEDit??) You yank the paper from
your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you
just might need this."
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and
left the men's restroom. Annoyed,
he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around
your
neck?"
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms
(rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men
what
really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked
questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other
gal
can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the
door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so
accurately!
Hahhah...and worse yet...airport ladies rooms...omg, its like a medievil torture chamber!