Blood Donors

This afternoon Norm and I donated blood at the church! (and neither one passed out).

Last time I donated blood I was in college and passed out in the middle of class (actually in the bathroom though) and my friend had to drive me home. So with that in mind I was a tiny bit hesitant about donating today... only side effect: a little light headed-ness and a little soreness.

I think I just might be a regular blood donor (whenever possible) moving forward!

Strange Creature

I think it started a few weeks ago - or at least that's when I noticed it. One of Pellet and Cali's mini routines is the night routine. They go outside to pee, then they come inside. Pellet goes over to Norm's side and Cali lays on her bed by my side (sometimes she eats dirt off the bathroom plant, sometimes she lays on my bed, but whatever, that's besides the point).

I started noticing that Pellet would come over to Norm's side and stick his head under the bed. Yes, you read that right, he sticks his head under the bed.

What does this look like under the bed?

In case you are wondering, all the above pictures were taken on different nights.

He's so strange!

A Full Rainbow

This evening, the storm left a full bright rainbow over our house! Neither Norm or I had ever seen a full rainbow. I don't know what the chances are of full rainbows showing up, all I know is that I thought I had seen it all (when it comes to rainbows) last year when we saw the double rainbow.

 

Cicadas

We are going on about a week now since the cicada buzz started. Last Saturday I woke up to a distant siren-like noise. Quickly I found out that different people throughout the lake could also hear this same noise. Taking advantage of technology I posed a question on Facebook to see if any of my local friends knew what this noise was. In a matter of minutes I found out that the noise was the cicadas.

Since, I have learned that these insects come every 13 years and could potentially stay through the Summer... At first I thought it would be annoying, but surprisingly enough I have become rather used to this loud buzz and am pretty sure the dogs are enjoying it too because they are spending unbelievable amounts of time outside, on their own, relaxing.

How loud could it really be? Turn up the volume of your computer and listen to this video that I took this morning in my backyard (please excuse the panting of the dogs at the beginning):

Here are some interesting facts:

* The periodical cicadas, which live on a 13-year cycle, are smaller than the so-called "dog day" cicadas that emerge every summer. But their numbers make them seem louder.
* Periodical cicadas emerge in the spring, have black bodies, bright red eyes and orange-veined wings.
* Cicada nymphs emerge from the ground, crawl up trees, shed their skins, and fly to the treetops from which the males call for mates. Females reply with wing clicks to lure in the males.
* Only male cicadas sing, and they sing only during the day.
* Cicadas are not pests, so there is no reason for alarm.
* Cicadas are not locusts: Locusts eat all plants -- cicadas sip plant sap and don't damage plants.
* Female cicadas lay their eggs in slits in twig tips; this can cause the end of the branch to die and fall off
* This year's periodical cicadas come from eggs laid in 1998 -- when this year's high school graduating class was in kindergarten. [this one is scary!]

Source: www.11alive.com; Macon, GA

Wildlife Greetings

In our house, as you're coming down the first part of the hallway you look straight out the window of the den. The window faces one side of the fence and then out into the woods. The other day I was coming down the hallway, I looked up and saw this:

Isn't it neat?

I suppose it's neat as long as he's eating the trees in the woods and not my hydrangeas...

Royal Wedding

With the Royal Wedding taking place yesterday (if you don't know what I'm talking about, please get out from underneath your rock and google "royal wedding", thanks) I can't help but think about Kate constantly.

Last night as we were putting food on the table I thought "I wonder if Kate will get to cook again in her life... or go to the grocery store... or do dishes..."

Then this morning as I'm changing the sheets on my bed I thought "I wonder if Kate will ever have to make her bed, or change the sheets, or do laundry"

I'm pretty sure the answers to my wondering thoughts are for the most part a big, fat no. But what if she actually wants to go to the grocery store? what if she wants to make her bed? Will she be allowed?

What if she's weird like me and enjoys (for the most part) doing house chores such as cleaning mirrors...

I Might be Losing My Touch

This morning, as I switched the date in my kitchen calendar I realized today was April 26. I knew it was an important date for sure - but couldn't quite figure out what the importance was.

So I texted Pablo
F: is today anniversary of Opa [my dad's dad] passing away? 4/26
P: no. today is 20 yrs we got here
F: oooooo. ok.

For the most part I'm rather good at remembering birthdays, anniversaries, significant dates, etc. But it looks like I might be losing my touch... could it be that my brain is getting old? or could it be that as life goes on my brain retains more information and therefore getting overloaded?

No telling. Either way, 20 years is quite a long time.

The awesome part (one of the awesome parts) about keeping a blog is that you can go back and read old posts and keep yourself entertained. Here are the links to what I wrote on April 26 in 2010 [click here] and in 2009 [click here]. And just in case you are wondering what Pablo has to say about today's significance... you can read by clicking this link.