For instance, if I say, “Do you want Bacon?” Bella immediately appears from wherever she’s been hiding and starts licking her lips. If I say, “If you sit on the couch with me I will cover you in a blanket and snuggle with you.” She will jump onto the couch or run away depending on her mood. But if I say, “This isn’t a bubble gun, it is a milk frother.” She cocks her head to the side and stares at me and says, “You’re a moron who can’t work a bubble gun correctly.” in perfect French.
For anyone counting, this race was my 16th half marathon, and was unfortunately set to be the last runDisney Disneyland half marathon for the foreseeable future. We were planning to participate in the Avengers races for at a minimum of 5 years, or 6 to get all the infinity stone challenge medals (each year the challenge medal has a different…
Big deal races (and runDisney) require a POT (proof of time) if you want to be in a good corral (A or B, but really A) on race day, and not elbowing your way through the people who are here for the medal and a long ass walk. The last time I needed to sign up for a race solely for a POT was prior to my very first race, so, almost four years ago. Unfortunately for me, after taking almost a year off of running races because of my hip injury, and then returning to running about 30 seconds per mile slower, all I had were some disappointing (to me) race finish times to submit.
In the past, I flat out refused to submit any POT that was from a downhill race. This year, I was willing to bend the rules (my rules) a little with the Haunted Half being that it is half down emigration, half Salt Lake streets. Therefore, only half cheating…
Last summer, Chad and I tried coaxing hummingbirds, any hummingbirds, into our yard with no success. We were so unsuccessful that we forgot about the hummingbird feeder and left it out all winter. When I finally brought it inside, it was filled with black mold and nothing I did would get it clean. So I had to throw it away.
When we were out collecting bird feeders for our backyard bird diner, I stumbled upon a section of hummingbird feeders. There was one that just had a lid, a bottom, and a hook. It was perfect.
We bought a copper weather shield, so that they would have some shade and protection from the rain (because, you know, it rains SUPER often here) but also because supposedly hummingbirds like copper colored things. Then we started a very long game of musical feeder.
First it was attached to the bird diner, but we read that the hummingbirds might be a little too anxious to eat with all those other bigger birds swooping in and out. Then we moved the feeder by the water feature, but I think that was still too close to the bird diner that was getting more and more popular by the day. Finally, we bought some butterfly bushes and move the hummingbird feeder to it’s final home.
For many many days after we returned home, Chad kept talking about the bird feeder, and where we would put the bird feeder, and how many birds we might get to visit our new bird feeder. I quickly realized that Chad might be itching to get started on some long overdue yard projects. Memorial Day Weekend seemed like a good stretch of days to get started on such a project, so we made our first stop at Wild Birds Unlimited – sent by our good friend, The Crazy Asian Bird Lady (she gave herself that name, I just call her The Crazy Asian Lady). Wouldn’t you know it, they knew exactly who I was talking about.
I may have mentioned previously that the entry closet was near the kitchen in the original floor plan. There was some re-arranging on my part (I played Sims for the better part of the last 16 years, I am obviously very qualified to make these types of design changes) where the mud room and half bath switched places, and two feet of space was added to the entire width of the main floor to accommodate an entryway closet, adjacent to the entry door. You know, where Entryway Closets are SUPPOSED TO BE.