It's a bird....it's a plane....

....it's who????



This was the sight that caught our eyes in Edmond Sunday as I was taking Sabrina back to winterguard rehearsal after lunch.....a random superhero in the park, fiddling with a camera tripod and adjusting his cape. We pulled into a parking lot since for once I HAD my camera when I needed it and Sabrina caught this quick shot. And to pacify any doubters, with the aide of my ninja editing skills....



I so wish we had had the time to see what he was up to....was he going to film himself cavorting across the grassy park? Perhaps a quick flying lesson? Sadly, the world will never know.

What a hoot. Only in the big city....I hope.

A Week In The Life Of....

Band trip pictures and stories are posted at www.xanga.com/HoddyWorld ~~be sure and watch the video! 

Not really recommended...

A New HoddyTale Adventure....."Knock Knock"

So after Sabrina's Great Sable Smash-Up adventure in April where the car was totaled (but had a great low-mileage engine in it), Mable the Sable donated her heart to revive the dead-in-the-driveway Taurus which had been black-tagged for about 4 years after Amanda blew the motor by never checking the fluids. (ahem.....Tom DOES try to teach them....you can lead a mule to knowledge but you can't make it learn.) We promptly sold the Taurus to a character named Rufus (yes, really) who had just moved here from Alaska, works in the refinery and just needed something he could drive around town. Last night around 9 p.m. Rufus called Tom to see if we still had info on the Taurus, tag number, VIN, anything, because it was stolen and he needed something to give the police. Oh, and he hasn't gotten around to changing the title on the Taurus yet...and he had left it in the glove compartment. So I dug around I the files and found the original sales receipt and gave him the VIN#.

Fast forward to 3:45 a.m. when I wake to hear Eden saying "Daddy.......Daddy........Daddy....." (very softly and politely). I asked her what she needed and she said "There's a policeman on the porch asking for Daddy." I woke Tom up MUCH more efficiently that Eden's feeble attempts (poor kid) and he headed down the stairs. (We would never have known the police were at the door if Eden hadn't been sleeping on the couch to be in the A/C.....too hot to sleep in her room. No phones upstairs, our door shut, A/C on......) By the time I pulled on some pants (which I later discovered were inside-out, good thing I stayed inside) Tom was out on the porch talking to the policeman and Eden was back on the couch with very wide eyes. I curled up with her to wait, asked her if it was scary ("kinda"), etc. She said the phone rang at the same time (the officer's private cell phone).  I guess he'd been tapping on the door for a while before she heard him and it was actually the phone that woke her up.

Turns out they found the Taurus in Blackwell, 30 miles away. The guy who had it was trying to say that HE had bought it from Tom and he DID have the title, so while they still had him in custody they were trying to verify Rufus' story with Tom......who might have to testify.

No wonder I'm wiped out today.

My neighbor vacuums his roof.

So the other day I was headed out the back door to dispose of a few items.  Hearing something out of place, I look to my right and behold my neighbor on the roof of his house.......vacuuming.

There are all sorts of logical reasons for him to be doing what he was doing......he's in the process of scraping the old paint off so he can apply his new color of choice (an absolutely vomitous shade of green which could only be compared to avacado/spinach puree).  This was a lower level of his roof so the scrapings from the upper levels of the house had created quite an impressive accumulation there.  Being a neighborhood of 100+-year-old homes, the odds are quite high that there is lead in them thar chips........rain was in the forecast.......if all that lead made it into the garden they would be unable to grow edibles until the soil had been replaced.

The snarky part of me knows, however, that the real reason he was vacuuming his roof was because if all those paint chips caused the yard and garden to look, shall we say, untidy (gasp!) that his Mrs. would be displeased.  And if his Mrs. isn't happy......committees and task forces will be formed and action will be taken.

None of which can diminish the chuckle I get from the fact that my neighbor vacuums his roof.