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A Bunch of Randomness

Last weekend Emily's school had their Costume Carnival.  Emily loved going around to the different booths with her best friend, Sarah Grace.

Before church on Sunday.

For those of you who have read my blog for a while, you may have picked up on my crazy fear of birds.  Those of you who know me well, have seen me act a fool because of a bird.  People often ask where the bird fear came from.  I really don't know, but I have three ideas.
1.  When I was little, around 3, I remember stepping on some baby bird eggs as I was walking home from our next door neighbor's house.  A tree had been cut down that day,  the eggs had fallen and I accidently stepped on one of them.  I remember I was wearing sandals and I remember being upset about what had happened.
2.  I had a cat for nearly twenty years.  She would often kill birds and bring them to our door to show us her prize.  GROSS.
3.  Last week,  I was reading Sing a Song of Sixpence to my girls and I just shuddered....... twenty four blackbirds baked in a pie.
And for crying out loud, a bird pecking a girl's nose off???????
My grandmother used to read me this story when I was little.  NO WONDER I am scared of birds.



 

Comments

Nancy said…
HA!
Tara G. said…
I always hated that line, so I changed it for my kids when they couldn't read and said "they tickled her toes." Still kind of gross, but for pete's sake! Nursery rhymes can be a bit gory (Rockabye Baby!)!!
LME said…
I'm scared of birds too! You are not alone! I am always thinking that a bird is going to swoop down and peck at my eyeballs. I stay on the lookout! ;)
Candis Berge said…
Oh, you make me laugh!
I hate birds! My fear comes from the fact that my older sister made me watch Alfred Hitchcock The Birds when I was younger. If there is a bird in a store, I will leave immediately... they freak me out so badly! You're not alone!

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