I'm reading around in Salon.com, and there is a little yellow bird marching about at the bottom of the screen. I've seen him before, but I don't know where. I don't know if it's a Salon thing or a computer thing, but I am loving this little bird.
I should be working, but I'm off my mark this morning; it's like everything in my brain was placed an inch to the left while I slept, and I'm having a hard time getting everything back to rights. It's not just the time change, though I'm sure that's part of it. Maggie sleeps on me all night and sits on me all day. It must be winter.
Anyway. I was trolling through my usual reading this morning, and the little bird popped up. He has a wee broom and was sweeping for a while. I desperately wanted him to pop out and start sweeping in my home. Then he was just walking around whistling. I'm presuming this; I can't hear him. I'm also presuming he's a he, if only because my late wonderful Uncle Gale used to whistle, and I always associate whistling with him.
I'm sure Webgod will pile in and tell me the little yellow bird is an ad for something, and that I already know that, and maybe I do. But for now, I'm just happy with this little yellow guy perking up my Monday morning.
I just tried to post a pic here of the boys when they were 6 & 9. I think it's too big, and I don't know how to smallen it. The Star didn't run the pic with my column (someone tell me if the Spec did, wouldja?), but I love it. And it's one of my favourite columns so far, too. My relationship with my kids is in a big transition right now. I can feel it; they're growing up and we're talking more and it's pretty great. Well, Ari is talking more. Christer pretty much never shuts up. He's his mother's boy.
Ari flopped on my bed last night when I was watching TV. He immediately put on football. I do not like football, but I patiently stare at some rather cute rear ends while my kid demands I watch replays. I pretend to watch replays.
Christopher went to see something called Deadmau5 on Saturday night. It's pronounced 'deadmouse'. He then spent most of yesterday (after he finally got up at 4pm) showing me stuff he'd recorded on his phone. I nodded kindly, much like I used to when he was 3 and showed me his flag collection over and over again. Then he started calling me to see video on Youtube of the concert. I had no clue what I was seeing, only that it was loud and crazy. His girlfriend bought him 2 tickets for his birthday. He took his best friend Michael. He didn't know why I found this funny.
Kettle's on the stove again, cat's on my lap again, and it's time to put my brain in gear and keep it in my own lane.
Wish me luck.
Oh! I nearly forgot. The Poor Sod popped in on Christopher's birthday to stuff a hundred bucks in his hand. We broke up last summer, but he's awesome with the boys. Anyway. He came back a couple of days ago to give him another $500. For the smoking bet. He was here when I made it with the boys (same time as that picture was taken, actually) and he'd promised them he'd go 500 if they made it to 20. I hesitated and told him he was part of the $1000 I gave him. He firmly said nope. I said make it 400, you already gave him 100. Nope. The Bet isn't part of the birthday gift. Every time I told him it was too much, Christer told me to be quiet.
Edit: Webgod is a star. He made the pic work!