I'm gettin' a little T-ed off'
Okay - so I've been wallowing around in Picasa and Hello and all these programs that are supposed to help you post pictures to your blog and I'm getting a little put out. For those of you who regularly stop by you might be thinking, 'Geez Am, you sure like to see your picture posted...' but that's not the case, exactly. My friend John emailed me with directions to add the photo to my profile, which begins with... 'post your photo as a blog,' so that's why it's on here again. The frustrating thing is that when I look in my profile, there it is! When I go back to the homepage, it's nowhere to be seen. I guess my next plan of implementing the photo is checking other templates. Maybe this one just doesn't show it on the main page?? Thoughts are welcome. (In the meantime, if you see 6 blogs that are pictures only, just shrug it off... it's me attempting to make it work. Didn't I write a blog about how much I love technology once?? I was having a momentary lapse of sanity. My apologies).
It seems that spring has slipped, yet again, from my desperate clutches. It's okay, I can put up with X-number of remaining weeks of winter - since it really all depends on a simple shadow made by a common woodland rodent. He misses it sometimes... can't blame him for it.
Speaking of forest animals...
Since I am presently car-less I get a lovely ride to work from my Dad every morning. This generally consists of me putting on make up, fighting with him about needing more heat, listening to him tell stories about something he saw on the news, some old family tale (remember Snorkel?), how slick the roads are, what he's got planned for the day, what Olivia is up to... so on. This morning we were turning the first familiar bend of road on our way into town and we were greeted by a flock of turkeys crossing the road.
According to Dad the guy that lives there feeds them during the winter, so they go there most mornings. We see them at least 3 times a week. I always tease about how I want to speed up and hit one because they are so undecided about which direction to run when they see the car. They just sit there frozen - like a turkey in headlights. This morning, dad saw them, made some comment about 'good eatin' and started to speed up. Needless to say, I realized that all that talk really was in fact, just talk. Even as I shut my eyes and braced myself for the 'thud' I thought - "Oh my gosh, if this really happened, I don't know if I could handle it" as I fought back an urge to gag. Thanks for relenting Dad.
This of course launched him into a story about how his uncle Ed owned some property out on Lotan Road when my dad was little ('Don't really know why he had it, didn't hunt' since that's the only logical reason to have property). Apparently Ed told my dad and Grandpa that he'd seen some wild turkeys out on his property and that they'd never heard of such a thing. I guess turkeys weren't always native to Michigan? That thought is crazy to me, I can't imagine that really being true. That's like saying that deer aren't native to Michigan, or peanut butter isn't from nuts... It just doesn't add up.
I wondered aloud how that could be true and Dad said 'I think the DNR introduced them to the state as chicks and didn't tell anyone.' Basically, it boils down to this bit of Doug Miller wisdom -- Turkeys in Michigan are a conspiracy and anyone else who tells you otherwise should be dragged out into Uncle Ed's Non-Hunting property and shot... or hit with my dad's car.
In the meantime, I'm seriously curious about this whole picture fiasco. If anyone has input, please don't keep it yourself... my sanity depends on it.
It seems that spring has slipped, yet again, from my desperate clutches. It's okay, I can put up with X-number of remaining weeks of winter - since it really all depends on a simple shadow made by a common woodland rodent. He misses it sometimes... can't blame him for it.
Speaking of forest animals...
Since I am presently car-less I get a lovely ride to work from my Dad every morning. This generally consists of me putting on make up, fighting with him about needing more heat, listening to him tell stories about something he saw on the news, some old family tale (remember Snorkel?), how slick the roads are, what he's got planned for the day, what Olivia is up to... so on. This morning we were turning the first familiar bend of road on our way into town and we were greeted by a flock of turkeys crossing the road.
According to Dad the guy that lives there feeds them during the winter, so they go there most mornings. We see them at least 3 times a week. I always tease about how I want to speed up and hit one because they are so undecided about which direction to run when they see the car. They just sit there frozen - like a turkey in headlights. This morning, dad saw them, made some comment about 'good eatin' and started to speed up. Needless to say, I realized that all that talk really was in fact, just talk. Even as I shut my eyes and braced myself for the 'thud' I thought - "Oh my gosh, if this really happened, I don't know if I could handle it" as I fought back an urge to gag. Thanks for relenting Dad.
This of course launched him into a story about how his uncle Ed owned some property out on Lotan Road when my dad was little ('Don't really know why he had it, didn't hunt' since that's the only logical reason to have property). Apparently Ed told my dad and Grandpa that he'd seen some wild turkeys out on his property and that they'd never heard of such a thing. I guess turkeys weren't always native to Michigan? That thought is crazy to me, I can't imagine that really being true. That's like saying that deer aren't native to Michigan, or peanut butter isn't from nuts... It just doesn't add up.
I wondered aloud how that could be true and Dad said 'I think the DNR introduced them to the state as chicks and didn't tell anyone.' Basically, it boils down to this bit of Doug Miller wisdom -- Turkeys in Michigan are a conspiracy and anyone else who tells you otherwise should be dragged out into Uncle Ed's Non-Hunting property and shot... or hit with my dad's car.
In the meantime, I'm seriously curious about this whole picture fiasco. If anyone has input, please don't keep it yourself... my sanity depends on it.
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