I cannot sufficiently express to you peeps my extreme love for owls. I love owls most immoderately. Especially leetle owls. Burrowing owls, as I have observed, are about the size of a beer can, the better to get them in six-packs.
So, Theresa, do people give you owl stuff? My great-aunt Alice had a thing for owls, and her house was FILLED with owl-themed knicknacks and gewgaws that people gave her. It was rather overwhelming.
Oh, I’ve seen that episode of “Frasier.”
Roz: Frasier, have I ever told you about my ceramic hippo
collection?
Frasier: Oh yes, many times.
Roz: The hell I have! Shut up and listen! One Christmas my
Grandma sent me a ceramic hippo…
Frasier: [interrupting] Roz, a hippo cannot possibly be as repellant
as a rabid matador killing an epileptic bull!
Roz: Was the bull wearing a pork-pie hat and fishing off a dock?
Frasier: Continue.
Roz: I made the mistake of telling her how much I loved it.
Well, that just opened the floodgates. I got ice-skating
hippos and hula-hooping hippos. Thank God for that
earthquake.
Frasier: Oh, you mean they broke?
Roz: Well, I assume they did when they hit the bottom of the
garbage chute. But I blamed it on the earthquake, and the
point is, you need to talk to your father now and be honest
with him or you’re gonna be stuck with that thing until the
next natural disaster.
Anyway, the answer is no– I think because there are too many things I am silly about for anyone to keep track. Thank God.
to skippymom: the other day I was jabbering with one of the CO’ers about the “sharing my life with animals” “NOT with animals” contrasted …..
she said that, after she had ended up with five rescues of both the canine and feline varieties living with them in their house, that her husband
(or possibly Signif. Other; I’m not sure just now)
“cut her off” and said no more animals while these are here and thriving.
No kidding. Her words. I ’bout busted a gut laffing.
At one time I had NINE rabbits, all but 1 were rescues, cos I can’t say no to a needy rabbit. Sadly, through “natural attrition” I am now down to 5 (two of which are 10 yrs. old), and I’ve made a pledge to family and friends that my “normal” number of rabbits will max at three. (However, I made no promises about max number of gerbs and hammies!)
I do have quite a bit of rabbit “stuff,” but my family/friends know my “rules” about what kind of stuff is okay, so I don’t have too much to deal with!
For what it’s worth, I have a vintage macrame owl that I am immoderately proud of. His belly is a mirror! I’ve never seen one quite like it. I also have a small but choice collection of 1980′s unicorns.
no unicorns whatsoever but Ah surely DID have a macrame owl. I still remember the details of the large brown buttons which were his eyes. And the lower parts of his feet were macramed/ anchored to a particular Small Twig and he hung on the Wall.
BEWARE
this page has an embarrassing
(THAT WORD IS SO HARD to spell correctly and usually on most words my spelling/ decent…grr)
richesse of variety of diversity of all different sorts o owliepoo tchotchkes and knickknack paddywhack give a dog a bone (o sorry) so OPEN AT YER OWN RISK NO LIFEGUARDS, sexy or otherwise, are on duty.
Theresa espesh; you should prolly bring a bottle of anxiety pills or smelling salts to the desk before opening the page below
(ebil chuckle)
also this has a macrame owliepoo, similar to the one I descr’d above. It’s way way larger than the one we had but the knotting, the appearance and the style of twine are all 97% a perfect match. It’s on the right side and done in a khaki twine.
Then I hope you visit the various owl video cam/chat sites where you can watch owlies at home closeup AND chat with people who lurve owls and are a leetle on the silly side.
ooooooo skmom you are SO RIGHT. I forGOT all about how, if one is given a gift, one then has EVEN MORE OBLIGATION than previously, to be a Perfect Catholic.
At least there was neither whining nor pouting. I’ve advanced through passive-aggressive expressions, to full-on assaults on the general public. THAT’s encouraging, huh????
There are all kinds of bird photos. The field station has banded (caught, measured, and released) more than half a million birds in the last 50 years. The avian ecologists there have just started the facebook, but they post cute pictures of adorable and unusual birds when they get them.
I just mentally attempted to find either a 5-syllable descriptor or a 7 – syllable descriptor of either of these mind-assaultingly adorable owliepoos ….aaaaaaand
I GOT PLENTY uv nuttin’. I’m certain that there are great haiku lines to construct but it’s LITERALLY TRUE that my brain has only melted little lumps of tar & pavement,
since I looked at the gazelle pic and these two owliepoos;.
*sigh*
*enters koo koo house*
*locks cell door closed behind me*
(PS: I did come up with a line or two, in which I liked the description/ vocab/ mood, but they kept ending with either 4 or 6 syllables rather than 5 or 7 )
Owl thinks “what a hoot”
You didn’t get that iPad
You asked for this year
Jump, baby owl! Jump!
We survived Apocalypse!
Time to celebrate!
My mom always sais
Neither a burrower nor a
A lender be. Hoot.
(Itchy trigger finger)
This above all, to thine owl-self be true.
A scritch in time saves nine.
I guess you could call these owl-phorisms.
pretty fun stuff ’round here!!!
I cannot sufficiently express to you peeps my extreme love for owls. I love owls most immoderately. Especially leetle owls. Burrowing owls, as I have observed, are about the size of a beer can, the better to get them in six-packs.
I understand Theresa. I feel exactly same way about turtles. (Completely different side of taxonomic tree I know, but I’m just saying.)
So, Theresa, do people give you owl stuff? My great-aunt Alice had a thing for owls, and her house was FILLED with owl-themed knicknacks and gewgaws that people gave her. It was rather overwhelming.
Also gimcracks and tchotchkes.
And doo-dads and salt ‘n’ pepper shakers?
Those too. And potholders
I have all of those things (and more), but with cats.
People tried to give me cat stuff, but I made them stop.
Oh, I’ve seen that episode of “Frasier.”
Roz: Frasier, have I ever told you about my ceramic hippo
collection?
Frasier: Oh yes, many times.
Roz: The hell I have! Shut up and listen! One Christmas my
Grandma sent me a ceramic hippo…
Frasier: [interrupting] Roz, a hippo cannot possibly be as repellant
as a rabid matador killing an epileptic bull!
Roz: Was the bull wearing a pork-pie hat and fishing off a dock?
Frasier: Continue.
Roz: I made the mistake of telling her how much I loved it.
Well, that just opened the floodgates. I got ice-skating
hippos and hula-hooping hippos. Thank God for that
earthquake.
Frasier: Oh, you mean they broke?
Roz: Well, I assume they did when they hit the bottom of the
garbage chute. But I blamed it on the earthquake, and the
point is, you need to talk to your father now and be honest
with him or you’re gonna be stuck with that thing until the
next natural disaster.
Anyway, the answer is no– I think because there are too many things I am silly about for anyone to keep track. Thank God.
Ok, so the moral of the story is, I need to have more obsessions in my life…
THE BEST conversation thread EVAHR. The End.
to skippymom: the other day I was jabbering with one of the CO’ers about the “sharing my life with animals” “NOT with animals” contrasted …..
she said that, after she had ended up with five rescues of both the canine and feline varieties living with them in their house, that her husband
(or possibly Signif. Other; I’m not sure just now)
“cut her off” and said no more animals while these are here and thriving.
No kidding. Her words. I ’bout busted a gut laffing.
BUT IT SO makes sense!!!!
I have totally “cut myself off” till I’m down to a “normal” number of cats. Through natural attrition of course. But…”normal” is a subjective term…
I’ve decided the “normal” number of cats is 32. Don’t tell my brother.
At one time I had NINE rabbits, all but 1 were rescues, cos I can’t say no to a needy rabbit.
Sadly, through “natural attrition” I am now down to 5 (two of which are 10 yrs. old), and I’ve made a pledge to family and friends that my “normal” number of rabbits will max at three. (However, I made no promises about max number of gerbs and hammies!) 
I do have quite a bit of rabbit “stuff,” but my family/friends know my “rules” about what kind of stuff is okay, so I don’t have too much to deal with!
For what it’s worth, I have a vintage macrame owl that I am immoderately proud of. His belly is a mirror! I’ve never seen one quite like it. I also have a small but choice collection of 1980′s unicorns.
oooooh oooh I had a macrame owl TOO
no unicorns whatsoever but Ah surely DID have a macrame owl. I still remember the details of the large brown buttons which were his eyes. And the lower parts of his feet were macramed/ anchored to a particular Small Twig and he hung on the Wall.
*nostalgic sigh*
I’m pretty sure every house had a macrame owl in the seventies. I think it was a rule or something.
I went on a Quest to find Just the Right Macrame Owl, located this dude on Etsy. I love the ones with twigs.
Verisimilitude.
“a rule or something” =
to fleurdamour and Theresa:
BEWARE
this page has an embarrassing
(THAT WORD IS SO HARD to spell correctly and usually on most words my spelling/ decent…grr)
richesse of variety of diversity of all different sorts o owliepoo tchotchkes and knickknack paddywhack give a dog a bone (o sorry) so OPEN AT YER OWN RISK NO LIFEGUARDS, sexy or otherwise, are on duty.
Theresa espesh; you should prolly bring a bottle of anxiety pills or smelling salts to the desk before opening the page below
(ebil chuckle)
also this has a macrame owliepoo, similar to the one I descr’d above. It’s way way larger than the one we had but the knotting, the appearance and the style of twine are all 97% a perfect match. It’s on the right side and done in a khaki twine.
http://pinterest.com/crawforddl/owls/
OwlMG!
WELL DONE, MAAM — WELL DONE, INDEEDY!!!
The giant room-sized owl is a leetle scarwee!
Then I hope you visit the various owl video cam/chat sites where you can watch owlies at home closeup AND chat with people who lurve owls and are a leetle on the silly side.
Are you insinuating that our beloved Theresa is silly?
You all WISH you were as silly as me.
My cat Francesco is ALMOST as silly as you.
tee hee and also ha HA
MC Hammer hits
Owl hippity hops around
You Can’t Touch This… Bird
PS: with no disrespect to burrowing owls, which are screamingly adorable, Northern Saw-Whet Owls are brain-blastingly prosh to the max:
I want to pet him next!!! *elbows the way to the front of the line*
rudely knocks hilz over and leaves walker wheel marks on her back.
*Is sent home for Not Playing Nicely with Others*
Hard to blame you, though.
thx, Theresa
but I guess I’m behaving Imperfectly today.
*sigh*
You need to uphold the dignity of your office now that you’ve won that prestigious award.
ooooooo skmom you are SO RIGHT. I forGOT all about how, if one is given a gift, one then has EVEN MORE OBLIGATION than previously, to be a Perfect Catholic.
At least there was neither whining nor pouting. I’ve advanced through passive-aggressive expressions, to full-on assaults on the general public. THAT’s encouraging, huh????
*gulp*
Gasp! How dare you!
*kin ah blame bein’ surrounded as a child by three knucklehaid older brudders who rather took a baboon’s approach to child-rearing ….*
*brushes off your shirt and grins hopefully…*
I’m with you on saw-whet owls. They are softest things ever and close their eyes and lean back into head scritches.
I’m attempting to share a link to a photo on facebook, and am crossing my fingers it will work. It’s of 3 saw-whet owls caught at Powdermill Nature Reserve outside of Pittsburgh.
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.314620545303431.65403.314292602002892&type=3#!/photo.php?fbid=341608409271311&set=a.314620545303431.65403.314292602002892&type=3&theater
amazing x three thousand, J & L’s H
Are all the pics of the owls? Is one of those pics of a falcon or a hawk??
LOVELY regardless
There are all kinds of bird photos. The field station has banded (caught, measured, and released) more than half a million birds in the last 50 years. The avian ecologists there have just started the facebook, but they post cute pictures of adorable and unusual birds when they get them.
Saw-weet.
Is he purring?
It’s Pidgewidgeon!
Oh I lurve leetle owlies so much *thud*
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Thud.
to both Iva & lL: IK, R ???? ME TOO-WHOOOOOOOOO
What is he after?
Is it a game, can I play?
Sweetly grump-tastic!
He’s playing Hopscotch (a.k.a. Potsy, in my neck of the woods)..
Wanna see owlies do Double Dutch, now!!
Oh.my-lanta, Glad it’s near the end of the Friday as true cute overload sets in!
When I reach the ground,
think I need a pedicure.
…or, a clawicure?
I do not have any Brain that Remains.
I just mentally attempted to find either a 5-syllable descriptor or a 7 – syllable descriptor of either of these mind-assaultingly adorable owliepoos ….aaaaaaand
I GOT PLENTY uv nuttin’. I’m certain that there are great haiku lines to construct but it’s LITERALLY TRUE that my brain has only melted little lumps of tar & pavement,
since I looked at the gazelle pic and these two owliepoos;.
*sigh*
*enters koo koo house*
*locks cell door closed behind me*
(PS: I did come up with a line or two, in which I liked the description/ vocab/ mood, but they kept ending with either 4 or 6 syllables rather than 5 or 7
)
The “koo-koo house”? *eyebrows*
Don’t you mean “eyebrow dots?”
No, I don’t have eyebrow dots. Thanks for reminding me. *cry*
I am sorry. I will get you a koo-koo tissue.
I would imagine a good beautician could set you up with a pair of eyebrow dots.
*pats la pauvre Therese a l’epaule, consolingly*
“There, there.” aka
“La-bas, la-bas”.
Signed,
Consolation en francais.
Où? Où? O_o
on a de quelques choix.
[uncertain of my phrase structure/ plural form there...]
Est-ce qu’on prefere visiter le magasin qui vend les madeleines de notre jeunesse,
ou visiter un magasin des bonbons??
Koo Koo Kachoo!
(yes, I know those are not the real words)
Errol coming in
For landing at the Burrow
Get your crash helmet
Weasleys scatter wide
Harry is not fast enough
New lightning bolt scar
Catching the bright snitch
Quidditch is nothing next to
Errol off the chain
I have piercing eyes
What!? I am not hung-over
I was born that way
*de quelques choix?” j’y compends pas. I always thought that “quelques” implied the “de.” maiis, on pourrait toujours avoir tort.
It is extr. likely that my constructions are horrible. I haven’t seen the inside of a Frawnsche classroom in lo these 20-25 years now …
Haha! I lof eet!
Has anyone yet
made a joke about looking
at online hooters?
And it’s a haiku, too!