2007 is inching closer to us. 3 more days until the new year. Now call me crazy (ok, you didn't all have to shout at once!) but I have a thing about odd and even numbers. I seem to have better years on the even numbers. Given all of the upheaval in my life of late, the number 2007 is making me leery. I am concerned about starting a new job, since I have loved my job for the last 6 years. I am concerned about my husband not starting a new job...hopefully odd numbers work better for him and the phone starts ringing for some interviews. I am concerned that I am turning 33 this year and we still can't make up our minds about having children. I guess I just have to keep plugging along see how everything falls into place.
Funny Christmas story:
My mother called me in a panic Saturday night. "I am FREAKING out," she cried into the phone. "Get over here now!" My mother can be dramatic, but this was even over the top for her. Husband and I quickly gathered our dogs and went to her house.
She was carrying groceries into her house and had the front door open. Suddenly two birds flew into her house and went right for her Christmas tree. They perched up there nervously and wouldn't budge.
I found my mother pacing in her driveway. She wouldn't go in until we got the offending feathered cretins out of her house. She has a fear of birds, to put it mildly. Husband and I sprang into action. He grabbed a trash bag and I grabbed the broom. Once we went for them they started flying all around from the living room to the kitchen, back and forth. My mother was really hysterical at this point. Husband and I were peeing ourselves with laughter. We were like the Three Stooges trying to catch these damn birds.
After trying relentlessly to trap them into the trash bag by swiping at them with the broom, we geniuses finally decided to try to catch them in a blanket and carry them outside. My mother wouldn't let us open any doors into the rest of her house. We couldn't retrieve a blanket so we had to improvise. We swiped the Christmas tree skirt and started a slow and steady approach towards the birds. After about 15 minutes Husband managed to snatch one of them and get it outside. When we tried to retrieve the second bird we couldn't find it. After thorough searching, we figured the other bird had flown out on its own.
I promised my mother I would bring her back some dinner after her harrowing experience. We ran back to our house and upon our return, my mother's front door was locked. I knocked and knocked and she didn't answer. I was a little peeved thinking, "what part about 'I'll be back in 5 minutes' didn't you understand?"
I then walked over to her kitchen window and peered in...at that moment a bird goes flying across my plane of view. I didn't see my mother anywhere. I rush to dig out my keys to her house and get the door open. When we enter the house, I find my mother in the fetal position in her kitchen. This really sent me over the edge into laughter.
Husband ended up trapping the second bird in a utility closet and then swaddling it in the Christmas tree skirt. This was definitely one of the funniest things I have experienced in a while. If we had only remembered the video camera!
Another side note:
I'm sure you've all seen the Justin Timberlake SNL skit by now (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dmVU08zVpA ) Christmas morning we couldn't stop singing this song and saying to each other, "thank you for my dick in a box! I love it!"
Happy New Year's everyone!
Peace, love and all that other bullshit,
Liss
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