The Mockingbird Song

My Tiny Tim post yesterday has left many of you bewildered.  I need to shed some light on something for you:

I usually only have like 20, maybe 30 minutes to blog.  After I carefully take photos, edit them, upload them, write a meaningful, thought-provoking post, spell check, grammar check, and check for make sense-ed-ness, I am plumb out of time.  So sometimes, and this may shock you, my posts are confusing.  And lacking in sense.  Or purpose.

Lest any of you are confused, I don't do most of those tasks I listed up there.

Anyways.  Let's clear some stuff up, shall we?

Issue #1:

Tiny Tim.



See?  He's tiny.  Hence the name.  I don't touch rabbits, but my farm and ranch girls do.  That's Tiny Tim on the right (duh) and his bro/sis on the left.  We call it a bro/sis, because we are unawares as to what the gender might be.  We'll call a shim.  You know.  She/him.  Shim.

Issue #2:

My elbow.

Many of you were concerned (and I thank you) about my elbow, but also could not see it in my beautiful, high-class photograph.



It's in the shadow on the floor, people.  Please.  Try to focus.

Since you were all so concerned, here is a picture of me with my real elbow.



I totally look like a tired, weary,  30 year old homeschooling mom, don't I?  I will be accepting all makeup/hair/beauty suggestions.  Thank you.

Yes.  My elbow looks fine.  I have made a miraculous recovery.

Issue #3

Melissa/Bimlissa

My dearheart friend Bimlissa, who MADE me start a blog, stopped commenting awhile ago.  I was forlorn!  I was dismayed!  I was paranoid! So, I said something about her not reading my blog and she assured me she was, and I was like,  why don't you comment, and she was like, I don't know what to say, and I was like,  you could just say hi, and she said she could do that, and could this sentence be any more of a run-on, I ask you?

So.  My Bimlissa shows me love by commenting: "Hi!" Every now and again.  So, if you see her pop in and say "hi", just know it is Bimlissa living up to her end of the bargain.

Isn't she the greatest?  Well worth the fee I pay her to be my friend.

Issue #4:

Erin.

HEAR YE, HEAR YE.  ERIN HAS BEATEN ME IN WORDS WITH FRIENDS.

Also:  Joyce beats the snot out of me weekly.  And everyone else I play.  I am not good.  But this does not surprise you.

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Let's talk about Sister Meagan!  She's getting all handsome on a new city, so I don't see her face no more.  However, I can reminisce.

Sister Meagan and I have a niece.  When said niece was about 2 or 3 years old, she was spending the night at my parents' house, where Sister Meagan still lived.  For the purpose of this post, we shall call my niece, Niece.  Because that is convenient for me.

My mom, who goes into a coma after 8pm, asked Sister Meagan to help put Niece to sleep.

Meagan:  I don't know how to put her to bed!

Mom:  She's likes if you sing to her.

Meagan:  What song?

Mom:  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

So, Meagan goes in and asks Niece what song she would like to hear.

Niece:  The mockingbird song!

Moments later, my mom is woken up by the sounds of Niece screaming and crying and wailing:

"That's NOT the song!  That's NOT the song!"

Poor Sister Meagan is frantically singing this song, louder and louder:

"Mock . . . yeah!  Ing . . . yeah!  BIRD . . . yeah!  Yeah . . . Yeah!"

(Name that movie)

Mom:  Meagan.  She means "Hush little baby, don't say a word.  Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird."

Meagan:  Well, that's the only mockingbird song I could think of!

Now that's funny.  You cannot deny it.

Alright!  I hope with all my heart that this post does not confuse you.  Truly.  I do.

Oh!  I mentioned before that David is now an email subscriber of this blog.  But I don't think he really reads it.

I did catch him reading it one night.  But he fell asleep in the middle.  Does it help if I tell you that before he fell asleep,  he was reading with an ever-so-slight-smile upon his face?

No?  Yes?  No?

So.  Let's test him.  David!  If you are reading this, please say the following sentence to me, your beloved.

"Taylor!  Let me take you to the mall and shower you with many gifts of non-Ranchwear clothing!"

We shall see, dear readers.  We shall see.