By the way...mmmm.....baseball bodies. As if on cue, they portrayed my handsome pitcher on the screen. Someday he will realize how much he wants me and when he does, his wife will be sent a nice care package to go with those walking papers.
So I'm a bit surprised! Probably within the last month I emailed my mother a link to watch baby red-tailed hawks hatching, along with the behavior of the parents throughout the raising cycle. This is all done at Cornell University and the camera is "hidden" so that the hawks are not intruded on. I didn't expect that she would watch any of it. And one day she mentioned them to me, along with what carcass they were eating just the day before (I'd seen it also so I knew she really did see it). It's become an online place that she enjoys visiting often. I was on the phone with her this weekend and she was watching the hawks, and then exclaimed to my step-dad, "Babe, look how big they got since I showed them to you last week!".
Even better, I'm fairly certain that my mother never knew what a hawk really looked like. We went to the Museum of Natural History and strolled past the stuffed birds. My mom pointed out the red tailed hawk to me. I know- I'm acting like a one year old identified a primary color. But this was exciting for me. My mother is particular about her interests, which usually involve crime, serial killers (to the discomfort of my step-father) and anything cry-worthy on the Lifetime channel.
Flip invited me to go for a hike today. I found out after further inquiry that it would be for about two hours. I had to decline. One, because it was too damn hot. Two, because I didn't want to leave the child here by herself. And three, because I was in fear that even if we put the relationship 'off limits' for conversation, it would happen anyway, because it does on a daily basis. (Follow the arrows on this chart...) Then the explanations, then blame, then the fighting, and the capitalized and bold font. I'm lucky he doesn't really employ the italics. I'd really be losing if that happened.
So I declined the offer to lock myself into a lover's spat up and down a mountain, huffing and puffing in the heat for two hours while I worry about my kid at home. Instead, I cleaned guinea pig cages. That's probably the best thing that anyone in this town has done today. I wanted to have the chance to put them in their new waterless pool so they could run around without poopin' up my floors.
Yep, that's the Yuki boy. He had his turn and was a severe pain in the ass trying to climb out while I had dirty cage hands. I hate touching stuff while I'm dealing with these guys and scrubbing poop out of their food bowls. I mean, why? Why in the food bowl? Come on guys...you've been around for three plus years now....
Kyyo is the complete opposite of Yuki. He was frozen to that spot the entire time. Probably with that expression. He's a love to the point that you could hand him to a two year old (and I have) but if you put him in the same space with Yuki, he will go after him and drain the blood from him. Bad Vampire Piggie!
Other than that, I needed a way to get those greens into my girl. So Kale chips it was again. Damn, they're good. I almost finished them tonight with this here beer. However, stopped myself so that she'd had have snack tomorrow. We heart the kale chips. Here below is the Before shot:
After the makeover, and two thousand degrees added to the small apartment from the oven being on, they emerged:
My 
Seriously. So crispy. So simple. There is not one reason to avoid making these unless you are allergic to tasty nutrition. My butt is falling asleep just sitting here writing how great these were.
I found a list today that seems sort of important and timely. But more on that tomorrow possibly. I woke up this morning having that memory...that weekend memory. The one where you stay in bed later. You caress, you give all, you wish it could last all day. Then there is coffee. But that's not how it is anymore. And honestly, that's probably the only good that was left, and it no longer exists. Someday it will be superseded, of that I have no doubt. But this is now, this is my latest memory and if that's the only loving act left, it's not reality. Because respect should exist outside of the boundaries of the bed.
My goodness can it be that late already? I must get out my airbed and get ready for sleep. A work day tomorrow awaits. Nighty night rabbits!
