The World of the Not Shocking
I know this will come as NO shock to you, but Duke was on a sugar high yesterday. A sugar high that found him unable to stop spinning for HOURS.
So, in the morning, I declared, “Everyone up and dressed we are going outside to enjoy this beautiful day.” Prince determined this meant “Let’s pull weeds in the backyard.” Duke thought this meant, “Oh good, I get to wear my boots and ride my bike.” I had thought it meant, “Let’s go to the park so Duke can run his butt off and I can sit on the bench and do nothing.” Alas, we communicate SO well.
I’ve had a “cricket” in my neck for three days. I know I just slept wrong and keep making it worse by, I don’t know, moving. On Saturday, I was in near tears all day long. Sunday I was a little better, until the weed pulling fun. This morning, I’m still sore, but believe this has to end SOON.
So we head outside. Duke talks a mile a minute, doesn’t want to play with his new sidewalk chalk, rides his bike and chases the dog. I start pulling weeds. Prince starts pulling weeds. Slowly we make headway. We are outside for a bit and I hear my neighbors talking and then we hear their chicken. Prince gets Duke to watch for the chicken.
There’s a bit of a blur but at some point, I wander over and chat with my neighbor over the fence. I inquire about their dog to find out he died (in OCTOBER!! How is it that I’ve not noticed the lack of a basset hound in their front yard for SIX months) and a chicken who also past. (Bonus points for the clueless.) My neighbor in her goodness offers up two eggs from one of her LIVING chickens. The eggs are blue. No seriously, they are blue. She tells me the chicken is laying an egg a day right now and they are the best tasting ever. I can’t wait to taste them — Duke can’t wait to “smash ‘em.”
The outdoors and fresh air did nothing to control the sugar high. I tried some protein lunch, nothing. Seriously, I didn’t give him much sugar at all. Even Prince commented, “I can’t believe how much he’s pinging, it isn’t like he ate a whole chocolate bunny or anything.” I respond, “Well, when you have the Peep before breakfast, really can it go anywhere other than this?”
March 24th, 2008 at 10:14 am
The blue eggs — are they from araucana chickens? I haven’t seen them in years. They’re pastel blue, right?
March 24th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Um, not when Peeps are eaten before breakfast.
Thanks for the computer advice.
Ah, I thought I was the only one that go those neck cricks from sleeping weird. Thankfully, we have a chair massage guy at work so…..sometimes he is here on the day I need him!
March 25th, 2008 at 7:23 am
We have that problem with neighbors – we don’t know when their dogs have died, when babies have been born, when children have left for college, or even when the neighbors themselves have died. Apparently we don’t ever go out of the house. I can tell you that the neighbor on one side leaves very early every morning, and comes home at 10:30 every night, and leaves his car running for 10 minutes or so. Outside our bedroom window. We’re not sure why, but don’t want to go over there to ask.
Peeps for breakfast – my favorite!