Tri-Colored Treat

It's the middle of the work day and I've just eaten lunch. While I was standing there watching the kids, I got a big bag of the best tri-colored treat there is: Candy Corn!

I love candy corn. I had prohibited my sister from buying this delicious treat until October. Well, my brother beat her to it. Oh goodness.

Heavy Clouds

Looks like rain...

Late Night Stroll

I see the strangest things.

The other night I was on my way to pick my dog up from the vet. I reached the light and waited for it to change. I looked over to the other side of the avenue and saw this older lady on one of those electric scooter chairs. Nothing wrong there. BUT, she was taking a stroll on the street! She had a huge bag of dog food with her while she drove her chair on the street.

People are weird.

Kids And Their Teeth

I hate it when the kids show me they have a loose tooth! Ok, "hate" might be too strong a word. I don't hate it, I just don't like it. It completely grosses me out. I don't know when this started to bother me. I'm certainly not a squimish person, but loose teeth. No.

Today a kid comes up to me and says "Missy, I have a loose tooth, look!" He proceeds to show me a dangling molar. They're obsessed with showing me their falling teeth! I just closed my eyes and said something like "ok...that's nice, thank you".

I can't deal. Maybe it has to do with my hatred of the falling teeth dream. Everyone's had that dream before so you know what I'm talking about. Well, I don't know if everyone FEELS it as much as I do, but my dreams are very vivid and with that comes loads of feelings. So anytime I have a loss of teeth dream, I feel every moment they fall out and the pain. At times it's so intense my teeth will hurt and be sensitive the next day...and no I don't grind my teeth.

So I guess I have a bad association. I can't help it. I get completely grossed out when a kid shows me their loose tooth.

My Life Is...

My life is....what is my life? crazy maybe? unusual.

I got home from work. Picked up the recycling bins because they were blocking a parking space. As I'm taking them to the back, I guess I scared the chickens a bit too much. The little chick somehow flew over the cement fence and landed in my neighbor's yard. Awesome!

So I trespass (there was no one home) and try to get the chick. Picture me, running around my neighbor's backyard with a fishing net trying to catch a c.h.i.c.k.e.n to my mother's voice saying "No lo pises!" I finally grabbed him and look at the pool. There was a bird in the pool. I first thought it was swimming, but I got closer and saw that it was a baby Changa drowning. Grabbed that bird and got out of my neighbor's house.

In my backyard I let the chick go because mother hen was going to attack me. And the baby changa didn't want to let go! I think it drank too much chlorine because other baby changas that I've tried to help just run-bounce-fly away....this one had a good hold around my fingers. I put it on a fallen branch, went inside, started to change into exercise clothes and I managed to put my pants on, backwards.

Backwards! Not inside out...backwards.