Random Thoughts from a Large Head

This morning, the bird was gone! I’m guessing that maybe it was a teenage bird that has just learned to fly. Maybe it fell out of a tree and was stunned and just needed a good night’s rest. Bye-bye black bird!

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An injured bird was sitting on the step just outside Matt’s door tonight. I couldn’t bear the thought of letting it just die there, so I (with the help of astute researcher Josh) tried to find some service in Dallas that would rehabilitate the wild bird.

After much searching, and calling around, we found the Dallas Audubon Society runs a rehabilitation hotline (972-480-5370). The message at the number stated that you should put the bird in a box in a quiet, dark place and then you could take it to an animal clinic between the hours of 7am-4pm.

Matt and I scooped the frightened bird into a box and stuck it on his porch. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to take it down to the clinic. I hope they are able to fix whatever ails it (possibly a broken wing). If not, I feel secure that I have done the best I could do for it and that, by posting this here, maybe it will make it easier for someone to find out this information more simply so that another bird can be saved.

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Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy! My sweet, sweet tax refund has landed in my bank account!

Urge to shop… rising… rising!

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I have a great difficulty remembering the day-to-day life I lead. Tonight, Matt asked me, “Was I in town on my birthday?” and I had to look in my archives in order to remember if he was. If I hadn’t blogged about the drive home from Amanda and Connie’s party, I would never have been able to tell him he was in town then. Random Thoughts isn’t so much a journal of my daily life as it is quirky observations, so I have started another blog to chronicle the minutiae. Presenting: Frontal Lobe.

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If I’m having a bad day, there is nothing better to me than a nice meal full of carbohydrates at the Black Eyed Pea. Last night, I needed it. I give this restaurant chain quite a bit of business, and I guess I’m spoiled by the best BEP waitress ever, Sarah, at the Greenville location. We dined at the Forest location and had the rudest waiter. When I asked him if I could have something, he said no. I laughed, figured he was joking. Later, he slammed Matt’s Dr. Pepper down on the table.

The ultimate, though, was when I asked for a box to take home my food. He brought me this tiny 4″x7″ box to put all my food in, when I’d only eaten about 1/4 of it. I asked for another, and he brought this tiny bowl thing. When he returned later with the check, he had the nerve to rudely ask, “Do you have enough containers?” I couldn’t believe it. He could have given me a regular take out box in the first place and not had to keep running back to the kitchen. When someone has a full plate of food, there is no need to make them shove it all into one tiny box. I think I’m going to write a letter.

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Man, could this day get any worse? Now they are saying that french fries may cause cancer.

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Yesterday afternoon, feeling the need to escape town a bit, Matt and I drove in search of bluebonnets. We took I-45 south towards Ennis and ended up driving down State Highway 34 through Bardwell (population 583). Just outside of Bardwell, right before the Bardwell Resevoir, we found this field full of the wildflowers and even some rusted antique farm equipment (conveniently placed or just left there?). It was beautiful and the fragrance of the state flower was on the breeze. I learned I don’t care for the smell. But, I have always wanted to frolic amongst a field of bluebonnets, and yesterday I got to do that.

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I reached a breaking point last night. After spending hours trying to get a site to work correctly across all the browsers, I could take no more. The smallest thing irritated me: grammatical and spelling errors in the copy I was working with, Gracie being too distracted when I walked her and not getting down to business, and so on. I finally decided to call it quits on the day and go to bed. At which time, Gracie decided to cuddle up with me and then pee on the bed and me. I snapped. After ripping the sheets off the bed, I just got in a hot shower and sobbed. That helped, as did sleeping, but I still feel pretty off this morning.

My temp agency has placed me in a three-month gig working five hours a day every afternoon. I’m looking forward to the regular additional source of income, but I’m scared of the time commitment. When I accepted, it was Tuesday and I had almost a whole week before starting. Then, the temp agency called and said that the people I worked for all last week loved me and hoped I would come back for another 16 hours to finish up some work that I had started while waiting for some data to come in on the project I was there to do. Flattered, I said I’d be there Thursday and possibly Friday. If I don’t get it all done this week, then I will have to go mornings next week, and I really don’t want to get up early to get downtown and then scoot to another job in the afternoon. Then, my regular weekly gig, who hadn’t called in two weeks, emailed me seeing if I could come help her this week. The only possibility was this afternoon. So I went from having five days off (in which I was planning to try and get as much done on the two complete sites and one site design that are on the table for Apt Minds) to having an afternoon and a morning.

It’s nice being in demand and all, but I feel like I’ve gone from zero to sixty in 30 seconds. I think dwelling on the looming work all day caused the big snap.

Ok, enough of this personal nonsense. We now return you to your regularly scheduled semi-witty drivel.

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Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex citizens, be advised:
Leia Scofield is about to leave her residence with shorts on for the first time this year. Citizens are warned that the extreme whiteness of her flesh could cause blindness if looked at directly. For your safety, please wear sunglasses if outdoors and do not make direct eye-to-leg contact until the sun sets.

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It’s a little wild and a little strange…
when you make your home out on the range.
So, start your horse and come along.
‘Cause you can’t get a ride if you can’t hold on.
Singin’ yippee kai yai ay. (Yippee kai yai what?)
Like the cowboys say. (Sing it again now.)
Yippee kai yai ay.
‘Till the break of day.
(Better watch out for those man-eating jackrabbits and that killer cacti!)
Heeeeeey Duuuuude!

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