Today marks the fifth straight day of rain. I dropped Noah off at school and headed to Savers in Nashua. If you don't know what Savers is let me enlighten you. It is like a Salvation Army/Goodwill that is a little cleaner, more organized, and has enough shopping carts. Anyone that has shopped at a Salvation Army knows that you have to damn near claw somebodies eyes out to get a carriage. Even then it is some Market Basket cast off with one wheel that doesn't touch the ground and another that makes a high pitch squealing noise. This is great when you are a kid though because no matter where your mother tries to hide you will find her. I know a lot of people would not be caught dead at a second hand store but I was raised on second hand stuff, be it from the Salvation Army or the cousins. So this morning, in light of absolute boredom, I decided to make a trip and see what Savers had in store. Honest to Go...
One of my first posts was my baby girls birth story. In all honesty I think the reason I started the blog was to get my story out there. By out there I mean taking all the emotions I had tied up in the experience and spilling them into the interweb hoping to find companions in the misery I experienced for almost 7 and a half months. To help me justify my feelings. Even the ones that crop up to this day. Up till that point in my life I had never really dealt with something as hard and confusing as Isabella's prenatal testing ordeal. With my first pregnancy I signed up for the nuchal translucency test not because I was concerned about my babies chromosome count, it was simply because the test included a ultrasound. Any chance to see the blob with a flickering white shadow again was a chance to be taken. I honestly did not even know what they were looking at in the NT ultrasound with Noah nor did I care. The ultrasound ...
I have a problem. I always wondered why the hell anyone would want to feed wild birds. Why they become obsessed with various seeds, feeders, and the types of birds that were eating in their yard, well I have become one of these assholes. I actually started out with a bird feeder from the Dollar store and when that of course broke before it even got out of the bag I stepped it up to a cedar one from Walmart (oh la la) that cost a whopping 10 dollars. I wasn't even really that excited about it until I actually saw the cutest little birds enjoying the fruits of my feeder. I saw at least 6 different kinds until I spied the squirrels circling the perimeter. There were at least 3 of those little bastards and I knew their plan. It was not more then a day of joyful bird watching before the yard rats moved in to destroy a beautiful thing. So I went crazy. I immediately got on google and researched how to keep squirrels out of your bird feeder....
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