Monday, July 21, 2008

This week marks three weeks to Spartan. This means that I have survived a full week without him. I truly feel that every day that goes by without him where I manage to survive - I should get a trophy. It only seems right ;-)

This weekend ended with a dinner last night at my Grandparent's house. Nan made spaghetti. Enough spaghetti to feed an entire army regiment - but only needed to feed 4. She also decided to spice things up a bit - and the sauce had quite the bite... I think I still have heart burn - or I actually burned a layer of tissue along my esophagus.

During dinner, my Aunt K came in and started telling us about my Grandfathers new pastime; shooting the squirrels with a sling shot to keep them out of the bird feeder. (Papa! You can't do that!) While he was at it last week he shot a clean hole right through the bird feeder - in one side and out the other. Then he taped it back together with scotch tape. We were killing ourselves laughing. (Hope he never mistakes me for a squirrel...) A few minutes later, standing outside on the back porch I feel something watching me. I looked down and there was a young Robin staring at me... so I spoke to it quietly and then reached out and picked it up. Then I went to the door and my Aunt yelled, "Hey Dad. There's a bird here. Wants to talk to you about something you threw through it's window." "No really. It's a real bird. Come see."
He comes around the corner and says - "Oh no. Shouldn't do that. Causes em TrAma." (as opposed to "Trauma") I'm sure that shooting squirrels with A SLINGSHOT doesn't.

PS. Don't worry - I just opened up my hands and the bird flew away peeping. ;-) No trauma evident.

8 comments:

Slyde said...

your grandad sounds like a hoot. We should get him hooked up with mine. no tellin' what kind of trouble they'd get into..

Verdant Earl said...

You reached down and picked up a robin...and it let you?

Dr. Doolittle ain't got nuthin' on you babe!

Ookami Snow said...

I think in general people should get more trophies. It would be sweet to get one each week for something or other.

limpy99 said...

I once (accidentally), hit a robin with a Honda at about 65 mph. Now THAT causes 'em TrAma

Callie said...

I'm just going to start calling you Snow White.

Seriously - a bird let you pick it up?

elizabeth said...

slyde - we could do a bloggers and grandparent pig roast. It'd be fun.

earl - I know it's a bit strange... but it happens.

limpy - zactly

callie - I think only because it didn't know better - it was quite young. But you can still call me snow white if you'd like ;-) I have the one from shrek in mind...

Tamara said...

What a hilarious story. My granddad, rest his soul, was also a naughty old bugger - he once hooked their cat up to a battery to see if it would work as a conductor. The cat was fine. My grandmother was irate.

elizabeth said...

tamara - *clutching my sides in laughter* THAT is so funny. Poor Grandma. LOL