Monthly Archives: April 2012

He Can Flutter, But He Can’t Fly

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A while back we had a lot of big, fat caterpillars sitting in my mom’s butterfly weed. They kind of remind me of The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. I loved that book so much. My mom put a snake in the bush hoping to deter any birds from making a snack of one of them.

(i-phone pic)

Yesterday, as I was eating dinner someone pointed out the most extraordinary butterfly on the patio. His colors were brilliant. He had to be a new butterfly. I guess some of those caterpillars survived the birds.

It didn’t take to long to realize the poor beauty couldn’t fly! My mom suggested it might be because his wings are still drying. So we took him and set him in a potted plant. It took quite a while because he was trying really hard to fly.

This morning I went out there and the poor guy is still sitting in the pot trying to fly. He sure isn’t giving up. After all, I’m sure it’s hard to be stuck on the ground when God made you to fly. But who knows? Maybe he’ll go to butterfly heaven.

Ready? Set. Wait!

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Waiting isn’t my favorite thing on the planet. I mean who really likes to wait? Unless of course you’re waiting to get dental work done, in that case my dentist can run as late as she wants.

But lately I’ve been waiting. Waiting for that post I promised to write to decide to format my pictures properly. Waiting for my throat to become normal again. Waiting, this morning, for day light because I couldn’t sleep. Or what about the biggest one?

I’m waiting for a meeting on Friday to find out if I have a job or not. I hope the answer is yes, but who knows? So, I have to wait. And when I have to wait all of a sudden I become a seven year old riding all the way to Florida in the back of a hot white suburban wondering if we are EVER going to get to Disney World.

Waiting is worth it though! Once I get to where I’m going I always forget the wait. I forget the crying in the airport because I’m lost or the nausea brought on by spending two days in a car. While I’m waiting, I will just go to my happy place and remember one day soon I’ll wish I had this much free time.

(My happy place at the beach in California.)

A Few of My Least Favorite Things: Animal Edition

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In honor of the post I am hoping to write tomorrow, I would like to take a moment to detail my least favorite animals on the planet. This is no beauty contest and needless to say will NOT include pictures as I am terrified of the following animals.

10. Turtles. Yes turtles. Not sea turtles, but small turtles. Why you ask? Well if you don’t look at their shell, they have the head of a snake. I know it’s not a snake, but sometimes I can’t get over it.  Plus some of them bite.

9. Cockroaches. These insects are the scum of the earth and they crunch when you kill them.

8. Flying cockroaches. You’re coming in late and trying to find your keys while standing on the front porch. All of a sudden you hear something buzzing. Oh it’s probably just a cute, innocent June Bug you think. No, it’s not. It’s a FLYING COCKROACH in your hair! Why God, why?

7. Tarantulas. Long fuzzy legs. I cannot talk about this anymore.

6. Alligators. When I was little we used to go to Brazos Bend State Park and bike the path to a look out tower. That path went along a swamp that contained alligators. I still remember to this day sitting in my bike seat on the back of my dad’s bike crying. Getting eating by an alligator would be a tragic way to die.

5. Crocodiles. These animals are said to be vicious. Thank God they stay away from Texas. Minus the guy who has his own crocodile farm.

4. Sharks. You will never catch me swimming in open, deep water. I’m always convinced there’s one secretly hiding in the deep end of pools.

3. Bears. Bears are worse than alligators, crocodiles, and sharks. They don’t stay near water, they just wander out in the open ready to eat a delicious looking hiker.

2. Non-poisonous snakes. Yes this even includes the garden variety.

1. Snakes. All snakes, yes I’m even including the previously mentioned non-poisonous snakes. All snakes must die. I, unfortunately, will not be the one killing them. I will be running away screaming bloody murder. Satan was a snake. Need I say more?

Unemployment

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Currently I am in the state of (not) freaking out over being unemployed. Oh you didn’t know I’m unemployed? Last you heard was about a shiny new car? Whoops.

Well I quit my job to pursue a life long dream of having a career in real estate. I just finished week two of unemployment. Have I ever mentioned how bad I am at not working? I pictured getting my life together while I wasn’t working. I was going to clean and get organized, but instead I have successfully caught up on all tv watching. Everyday ends the same: I tell myself tomorrow is going to be different.

On my behalf I would like to say I did clean my car and my bathroom. But my closet? I’m pretty sure there’s a monster living in there. His name is Chachi. While I am sleeping he likes to throw all of my clothes (clean and dirty alike) on my floor and mix them all together. In my desk lives Chachi’s cousin Enrique who likes to bring me mail I don’t want and set it on my desk. (I’m not sure why my monsters are Hispanic, but I bet it has something to do with chupacabra.)

But I did get a lot of shopping done! And one very promising interview. If I get the job I’m thinking of taking a random trip to San Francisco before I start working again. I just can’t get enough of California.