Lifestyles Archive

Notes from the Birdhouse – Ooops, Sorry Officer

Posted February 1, 2013 By The Bird House

In October, I took a few days off of work and off the radar.  No iPad or computer just my friends and me.  We went to a geocaching event in Las Cruces.  I was so excited to get out of town that I left early that morning for a 2 hour drive.  I went to the hotel with my conformation number and was denied access to my room. Why, because I did not make the reservation with my credit card.  One of the other girls did and I had to wait for her before they would let me check in.  It was something about room reservation theft.  UGH! She was not going to be in town until 5:00 p.m.  and I was there at 7:30 in the a.m..  I know, I know, I was just a wee bit eager. Read the remainder of this entry »

Notes from the Birdhouse – The Dating Game

Posted December 31, 2012 By The Bird House

I have something I call a mating bag.  I often play the dating game with it.   Abandoned, lonely, and mismatched names all gather in this little bag of mine.  Some lay straight, some crumbled and crushed, some are young and new, others are old and jaded; but all are awaiting and willing to play this game with me.  I play mainly, no… always, in the winter.  This secret game started well before I married.  Some might call it an addiction.  It is a game I look forward to every year.  This bag is kept hidden deep within a closet that no one dares enter.  Just the thought of this bag sends goose bumps down my spine, maybe even a little drool finds its way to the corner of my lips, and then concludes with gloriously, sensual, warm feet. Read the remainder of this entry »

Notes from the Birdhouse – O Christmas Tree (2012)

Posted December 15, 2012 By The Bird House

Last year, I rewrote the lyrics to O Christmas Tree to tell the tale of our/MY first real tree journey.  If you missed it http://www.highcountryposts.com/2011/12/notes-from-the-birdhouse-o-christmas-tree/    This year’s lyrics should be sung along to the same tune ‘O Christmas Tree’ with these new lyrics.  Read the remainder of this entry »

Notes from the Birdhouse – Midnight Riders

Posted December 4, 2012 By The Bird House

MIDNIGHT RIDERS.   Sounds cool, right?    Well, it was anything but cool for me.

I went out of town for a few days with the girls.  While I was away, Hub grew a beard and signed me up to take the kid, Stella, on a midnight run to Alamogordo.  He prepaid for the early release of Assassin’s Creed.  Early release… as in 12:00 am Tuesday morning.  You could just imagine my surprise when I walked in the door and I was greeted by a bear and a kid tickled to death to be “with the geeks” , her words not mine.  From this point on, I will be referring to my Hub as Bear.  There is now not one spot without hair except the top of his head 😉  And I will think of myself as olden. Read the remainder of this entry »

Notes from the Birdhouse – Holy Toledo Don’t Move

Posted November 24, 2012 By The Bird House

If you follow me, you know that I have a few dogs.  Mutt is the biggest of all three and the biggest chicken of them all.  This scaredy cat syndrome she has leads to a lot of uncontrolled barking.  My neighbors hate it and so do we.  My husband had threatened for years to buy one of those shocking dog collars for barking, but I forbade it.  All I could imagine was the ‘youtube’ video where the dude had the collar on and he barked.  Each time he barked louder and each time he was shocked with more intensity.   The poor guy was crying uncontrollable by the time he got it off.  NO WAY WAS THAT HAPPENING TO MY BABY GIRL. PERIOD. Read the remainder of this entry »

Notes from the Birdhouse – Once Upon an Enchanted Time

Posted November 5, 2012 By High Country Posts

It was early afternoon and the birds were out with their delicate songs of beauty.  The air had a crispy nip and the sweet fragrance of pine danced upon the gentle breeze.  As I strolled along, I saw a forlorn and long forgotten road into what looked like an enchanted forest.  It was overgrown with foliage and had fallen trees blocking its path.  It appeared to me the trees had somehow downed themselves to deter humanity from entering.  Why would these tall timbers and little saplings want to keep this wonderland hidden? Read the remainder of this entry »