Sam and Dean

The family has been watching the show “Supernatural” since its conception. Well my husband has and my son and I got drawn in soon afterwards. We will watch reruns and laugh at the same spots. Scenes will be brought up in conversations among ourselves. Upon hearing the show was being continued for another season, I externally shouted WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO! I do have a favor of the producers, editors and writers. Could you please have Sam and Dean be shirtless as much as possible? I mean I am willing to give up my first born bird if I have to. OK maybe not to that extent, but you all get the point. These men are HOT with a capital HOT. Oh my gosh, all they have to do is stand there and I would be happy. I use to be Team Sam but the last few years I have switched over to Team Dean where I still reside. I love this show, and I honestly wish it never would end. The new season starts in a matter of weeks and we are so stoked- and ready.

The Spit Rebellion of 2011

The conspirators:

The rebellion:

My desk is snuggled between a bookcase and one of my bird cages. Inside are 4 males or as I lovingly call them, my boys. This past week, I have noticed a trend with my cockatiels. One day as I was typing away I felt a splash of water on my neck. Now with the boys being so close to me I thought one was taking a bath. I paid no attention. This continued for a few minutes until I finally turned to look at them. What I saw was the youngest ,Nye, sitting by one of the water containers as he got some water and spit in my direction. I was surprised a bit and did chuckle on the side. I wondered if maybe I did not smell good to them( I had just taken a shower with a new gel), or perhaps they just wanted my attention. My son chimed in and thought it might be some mating ritual they wanted to share with mama, aka me. I shrugged it off and continued to work.

The next day I again was at my desk hard at work. Like before, I felt some water on my neck. Turning to the side I saw a scene that I could not have possibly imagine. The 4 birds were lined up in a row by the water container. Each would get a sip and spit at me, and go to the back of the line. The next would take his place and repeat the action of spitting. If a bird can smile, I swear they were doing it that day. I am not sure what was the cause of this. In all my years of breeding birds, this has never occurred. To see these little birds organize such an event at me, well one had to see it to believe it. This continued for 3 straight days. Without any warning it stopped. I have yet to figure out why this happened. I just know it did. So now when I sit down at my desk I give them a weary eye. This is to let them know the jig is up.  I am on to them, even if I can’t stop it.

Step Into a Slim Jim

Reading the labels on the foods you buy makes good sense. You want to be careful what goes in your body. I do this for the most part. Being a chemist by profession I can honestly pronounce the ingredients. Not only that, I can break down the words and get a good idea of what they mean and what I am putting in my mouth. For the most part it has worked for me well as a norm. Until we come to my Slim Jim. I love these long sticks of non nutritional value. I get all giddy when I purchase one, knowing already what it smells and taste like. It is simple ambrosia for me. I don’t want to know what is in it, I refuse to read the label. If I do there is a great chance I will stop eating it. I’m not take the chance. I love it way to much. This goes for other foods- the Twinkie, bologna, hot dogs. I am sure I can come up with more. So the chemist in me will have to take a step back and go into hiatus. I want to step into a Slim Jim darn it, and I will.

The Musings of A New Englander