Pigeon Power

I might be crazy, but how can you beat a story about money, pigeons, and a magical bush?

I need to admit that I Love Pigeons. I love them like Bert loved them. They excite me and I always take pictures of them. Even my brother takes pictures for me. Last year in California we went to see La Jolla Seal Beach. We parked in the wrong area and walked through the parking lot (even this is amazing in California). Can you tell where this is going?

I find a pigeon and follow it (the seals could wait!). I couldn’t convince the pigeon that it wanted a picture taken. It finally stops under a large bush. I look up, disappointed that I lost my photo opportunity, and see money! Granted it was $1 but still. On closer inspection it seemed purposeful that it was there. Unfolding it, I noticed an inscription “May the Goddess bring you health, wealth, and happiness in abundance”. Hippie blessed money! Hidden in a magical money bush! Discovered by following a sassy California pigeon! It made my day.

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Another One?

There comes a point in time when everyone around you is seemingly having babies. Obviously, the whole event is exciting. The news, details, and pictures are shared. Which brings me to my point. Are most newborns strange looking? It could be me. Maybe my fear comes to the surface. Strange new creature! Dependant on you! Run away! Or maybe, it’s the availability of pictures.

Facebook has allowed far too many pictures to be posted. I'm used to perfectly lit and posed baby pictures. Instead I’m seeing every day pictures full of snarling, drooling, crying babies. The easiest solution is to not look. However my Facebook feed taunts me like a car wreck. I think why not. Then, as I’m clicking through, I’m assaulted with baby spit up and parental nudity (I’m not old enough!). Suddenly I’m scarred for life.

I’m hoping when (and it is when) I have my own, I’m hit over the head with the SQUEES! You know, everything the baby does is delightful and amazing? If so, I hope I keep it unpublished.

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What's In Your Mystery Hole?

I’m easily amused especially by everyday things. Because of this I tend to wander around and take pictures. It could be a spelling mistake, a funny drawing, or my lunch. Need proof? Pictures from the past week include: lady’s shoes at the grocery store, Admirals’ mascot, pancakes, salad, Brobee, hand soap, tree, giant cookie, and metallic wolf. Ever since I got the SO’s discarded iPhone, I have been unstoppable. This unactivated iPhone is well loved. It’s fairly well known that I have a picture ready for everything.

I guess I like the ability to go back and have a visual history, even if the most exciting part of my day was a trip to Home Depot. (Where the featured picture is from, I saved it for this very update.)

My most criticized pictures are of food. Food is a mini work of art. Don’t forget delicious. Why would I not take a picture? I have many pictures that will probably never be shared online. Not because I wouldn't like to, but because I can’t release all my craziness to you.

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OMG! PICTAR! Plz?

Today someone in the shop collapsed. Emergencies services were called and rendered. As terrible as it sounds, it was the most exciting part of my day. I was disappointed the ambulance went to the CORRECT door. Had they came in the door near me, I could have taken pictures. Probably would have too. The fact this crossed my mind? Terrible. My dad says I should get a new job that “challenges and excites me”. My job isn’t the problem. It’s the fact we have no work. When we had work, I was entertained. This is hardly the time to jump ship for more excitement.

Regardless, it sounds like our dedicated employee will be fine. He’s being kept overnight for observation. Ironically, he moved to 1st shift today (originally on 2nd) after his 3-week layoff. The poor guy lasted through lunch before having a seizure. Everyone here is concerned about trauma to his head. Lately people with head injuries have not fared well. My new motto is don’t touch my head! (It used to be hair; I extended the area.)

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