Root, root, root for the spiiiiiiiider - Play by play

I am sitting in an office adjacent from my own since Jamie is on the computer critiquing my recent work.
I came into this office to work on the next purchase order for Phoenix. This office isn't used very often - as the lady who used to "own it" decided to quite her job after having a heart attack (brought on by her job).

I sit down at the computer and hear a fly at the window, on the inside. Bzzz bzzz - I'm not surprised, as this office is pretty dingy. But then the buzzing doesn't stop - so I look over to find the location of the sound. Whoa, it's stuck in a spider web!!!
So, apparently I have never seen this sight before. Usually the fly is already dead and the spider about to munch down.

I put my glasses on for a better look and open the blinds. The spider is inches away, just waiting for the fly the stop struggling. One wing stuck to the web, the other frantically trying to free itself. Yeah little dude, that's just going to make it worse. Stop struggling and become comfortably numb.

The spider take a few stops closer once the fly settles down. Bzzz, back he goes again. It's almost like the spider is tickling the fly. This is so amusing to me! The spider waits for the fly to quiet down again and takes a few steps closer. Bzzz bzzz bzzz...
"Forget it" - (I'm pretending to be inside the spider's head). "I'll just go about my business and finish working on my web."

Fly (now a proper noun) is about twice the size of Spider. The web, about as long as my finger tips to elbow, using a dead parade rose plant to help secure the ends (and I'm sure to draw the attraction of unsuspecting flies).

25 minutes have now passed of bzzzing and non-bzzzing. One wing going strong. Spider tickling Fly, back and forth, back and forth.

I'm being quite productive with my purchase order. One item located on the internet (instant snow - yeah, I'm testing to see what we can get away with). I don't feel bad, taking the time to watch nature. I'm staying late today, since my first piano lesson doesn't start until 5... just saying, for those wondering how I can get away with such nonsense.

Ahhh, silence. I take a peek between writing sentences. Fly is motionless, Spider on his head. Maybe sucking some bloo-bzzzzzzzz. Nope, still alive and kicking. Spider braces himself on his web.

35 minutes passed and Fly is getting tuckered out. He's only moving his legs as he's probably given up the wing technique. Bzzz. Oh but has he? He's doing the bzzz-wiggle-wiggle now. A lil bzzz a lil wiggle wiggle. Spider just chillin' on Fly's head. Fly starts to buzz again while Spider is holding his hand. We'll call this the Bzzwaltz.

45 minutes.
Hmmm, spider looks a little plump. Fly is no longer moving.
I think we can all guess where it goes from here.

Yes, that's right. Leslie gets back to work and leaves Spider and Fly to privacy.

I think I should publish children's books.

Feel the Music - Readers be warned: The content below may BLOW YOUR MIND!

Okay, I'm a strict believer of music motivating, healing, soothing, inspiring the mind, body and soul. Heck, I'm a Music Therapist.
What does "feel the music" mean to you?


I saw an ad for the following in an Oprah magazine while chatting it up with some ladies in my Phoenix group. Awkward? Yes.

OhMiBod = Oh My Goodness - is this really necessary? Especially the video???

What really kinda disgusts me (amongst the spelling of accessories) is that OhMiBod's abbreviation is OMB - which to me means my always awesome One Minute Bible bible study.

One Minute Bible - The first socially acceptable vibrator.

I think not.

My favorite tiny things

Niall at 6 months. I love his bright blue eyes and his already receding hairline (he inherited from Brian) He is doing extremely well and down to only 1 breathing treatment a day.

Meet Watson and Ginny - 5 weeks old

It appears that Watson, too, has blue eyes. They match his chewy bone

Ginny's first steps at her new home

The bat came back...

Saturday night I retreated from the attic, ready for bed, to find Ben standing in the stairwell moving his head as if watching a tennis match.

"What are you doing" - I ask?

"There's a ba - WATCH OUT! - bat in Erik's room." Ben replies.

"Ewww, really? I wanna see!" - I exclaim, excitedly! But then I realize, I'm only excited to see a bat up close, but not necessarily living in our house.

I knock on Rich's door to inform him of our new house guest. He proceeds out, in his undies, to take a gander. Rich and I stand in the hallway watching the bat fly around Erik's room, ducking every so often as the bat changes course towards our faces. Ben is in the bathroom removing the window for easy escaping.

Finally, Rich leads the bat into the bathroom and we shut the door. In the morning, no more bat.


Last night, I was startled awake to a scratching. I think to myself, "Ohh the mice are back... " and drift back to off to sleep.

A few moments later I wake up again to feel a breeze not coming from the window fan and hear a "ting" of wing against metal (the lamp above my head).

ACK!!!! The bat came back! And it's in MY room!!!

Frozen in my bed, I pull the blankets up over my head. After my heart settles down, I turn on the light so that I may pin point the location of the creeper.

Stupid.

Bats fly - it's EVERYWHERE! It does a couple laps around the room, then lands on my window treatment. I get a good look at the bugger and shimmy down even more into bed. He takes off again and I position myself under the blankets, but still able to see him in the mirror, flying around my bedroom.

Think. Think. I don't want to get out of bed. Think. What if he has rabies? Think. What if he poops on me? Think. Think.

I feel comforted by seeing him fly around through the mirror. It's when he lands out of sight that I get more freaked out. After a few more laps I decide to make a move the next time he lands.

Finally, the sound of flapping wings stops. I slowly gather my comforter up off my bed, still keeping it above my head. I tip toe out of bed - keeping my arms up and protecting - whole body completely draped in my comforter. I find the location of the bat - on my quilt hanging. I move to the door, open it and back away.

The bat takes flight, making several more laps before landing again. Damn! Get out get out get out!!! This time he's on my dresser, scurrying about blindly. Stupid animal. I hope you get a good meal with all those daddy longlegs up there.

Another flight and out he goes. Woo! I shut the door, shake my nerves and hop into bed. I'll let Rich and Erik handle the bat now.

I take one last look around the room and turned out the light.


So... we have bat problems. Anyone wanna stop by around sunset time and keep a watch for bats flying about?

Bike haiku

I bike home from work
No worries of speed limits
I love my blue bike

From here and to there
A lowered car insurance
More cash and fresh air

Feist Counts to 4

Sometimes I wish I were still a wee little one so I that could stay home and watch cool television programs with awesome musicians.

T-Shirt Bag: Demonstrated

This is what you'll need:

1 t-shirt
1 pair of scissors
1 saftey pin

Step 1: Lay shirt on flat surface and cut a straight line just below the armpits.



Step 2: Measure two-fingers-width at the top of the cut t-shirt. Cut that width all the way across your t-shirt. This will become your thread - Set aside.



Step 3: Turn your t-shirt upside down, so that the edge you just cut is facing you. Cut "piano keys" all along the bottom, creating fringe.

Once cut, tie the matching front and back "keys" together and double knot.

Step 4: Cut a diagonal line (or triangle) in the hem of your t-shirt on both sides


Cut your thread to make one long piece. Attach your safety pin to one end of the thread.

Work the safety pin through the entire hem of your shirt.

Tie the two ends into a knot.

The finished product:

Or if you don't fancy the fringe, turn it inside out for a hobo effect: