Happy Autumn

Happy Monday, and Happy Autumn!

When I left home this morning, I could have sworn I saw blue skies, but as soon as I got to work, damn---it all vanished!  It's cold, foggy and just plain "blah" looking.  Oh well, it's Monday-it might as well look yucky today.  I'm going to be stuck in this ugly building at work for most of the day, so let it rain even! 

I'm hoping this week is better than the last-it was a very forgetful week, full of weird and silly things.  Remember the dead frog?  Well it seems that Lizzy did not run over it after all.  It seems like it was actually "planted" there.  Tania remembers seeing the bloody mess on the driveway before Lizzy actually came home from work.  It's a miracle that she didn't run it over when she did come to work.  Liz has seen these dead frogs before in front of people's homes.  Apparently this is a group of younger people in the neighborhood that have a thing for frogs--they enjoy killing them for fun.  They are Frog haters.  Do they know that Lizzy is a Frog lover, or did someone just randomly leave the dead frog on our driveway?  Anyway, Liz is grateful that she wasn't the one who ran the poor creature over.  By the time I got home, what was left of the frog was gone.  I'm guessing a cat or those big black crows that like to poop on my car took it away-you know the circle of life thing. 

The animals around the neighborhood have been doing weird things lately.  Yesterday we saw a squirrel run around in the backyard with a bone in his mouth.  I'm hoping it was a chicken bone it found somewhere, and not something else.  I've never seen a squirrel with a bone in it's mouth.  Anyway, it saw me peering at him through my kitchen window, and then leaped onto one of the cypress trees like a flying squirrel.  And then there are the black crows.  I cannot stand those things.  They are scary looking, and they enjoying nothing more than poop all over my car.  They sit on the branches of the tree in the front yard, and I swear to you one day they actually followed me to my mother's house.  I never used to see black crows in my mom's neighborhood before--never--even as a child, and there they were one morning on the street in front of my mother's home, just squaking at me as if they were mocking me. 

"Hey mom, those birds!  I've never seen them around here before!" exclaimed Andrew.

"They are after me Andrew.  They enjoying pooping on my car."

Isn't there some ole' wive's tale out there that says if a bird poops on your car you are supposed to have tremendous amounts of good luck?  Well, that is what prompted me to buy that lottery ticket.  Well, I didn't win.  (You probably guessed that already.)  I didn't even get one number.  Instead, the next day I left my purse at home and had to beg for money from my son for gas in my car, and had to spend the whole day without a purse-not fun. 

In other news---I'm going to try and get a table at the Christmas Boutique at my church in November.  It's going to be an Avon information booth, and I'll have a basket to raffle out, and sell some gift baskets that I'm going to fix up.  You probably don't know this, but doing gift baskets for sale has always been an idea I've had for a very long time, so I'm actually a little excited about it.  My sister-inlaw may be coming down, and she is going to help me "recruit" some new Avon ladies, or men..  Yes, there are men out there that sell Avon.  Avon Men.  Weird, I know.

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