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A Night to Remember

Most of us get caught up in our daily routines and forget to include fun in the mix. My family is no different. We have gotten so comfortable with our daily rituals that we forget to make memories. Last Friday night my husband and I were invited out dancing. We were reluctant to forfeit our Friday night routine. I do laundry after dinner and dishes and my husband mows the lawn and weed wacks. We water the outdoor plants and after about three hours of this, we may have time for a drink before bed.

After a little contemplating, we decided maybe we could use a night out. I am so happy that we did. It was just what we needed. Couples, especially those with children, have to make sure to nurture their relationships. Many marriages fail for the simple fact that they've grown apart, forgetting the energy they put into building the relationship.

My husband and I danced the night away at the Hi Hat in Providence, RI listening to a wonderful band called Chops Turner No Limit Band. They played a mix of top forty and R & B hits for all ages; everything from classics like Barry White and Al Green, to Amy Winehouse.

The HiHat is a great place for couples and singles alike to enjoy fine dining and dancing. The atmosphere was superb-low lighting, intimate round booths, and a generous dance floor. The prices are a little higher than your local bar or average restaurant, but the impeccable service and relaxed atmosphere make it well worth it. If you are over thirty looking for a  night out in the Providence area, I highly recommend the HiHat. Check out their  website for more info www.hihat.com. You will not be dissapointed.

Not Above the Law...But Below the Belt

I don't want to give the wrong impression here, like I think I am above the law but... Yesterday I got pulled over for speeding and received a speeding ticket for the first time. I will admit that I was traveling over the speed limit. I was on a country road near my house that changes speed limits three times before I get off. I didn't realize that I hadn't adjusted my speed through a certain section.

The reason that I am so upset about the ticket is that the officer that pulled me over was hiding on a side street! It made me think of the Dukes of Hazard. He may as well have had branches covering his vehicle. I think it's a low-down dirty trick to hide like that. Unless the driver is FLYING by (and there is never a cop around when that happens) it shouldn't be allowed.

Isn't there some crime he missed out on much more significant than my speeding? Like a robbery or something. Why don't they hang out at the mall or banks to catch real criminals. If they want to do something useful I suggest staking out more serious crimes.I am sure that there are better ways to pull in revenue for the taxpayers of Massachusetts. Of course this is just my opinion...feel free to comment. In fact, I would truly appreciate your thoughts.

Have a great day and be sure to travel with a light foot:)

Karma stings

A few days ago, I shared a comical story with a friend at work about my husband getting stung by a swarm of bees. I gave all the details of his attack and the bee stings that resulted from it. The oohs and the aahs, the hopping and dancing, etc. I will not share the story today because...

Yesterday, I WAS ATTACKED BY A SWARM OF BEES as I left work. Leaving work I felt a pain in my leg. I looked down and didn't see anything. Right away I felt the same feeling in a different spot. What the heck! There were several bees stuck to my pants. I started to pull them off in a panic. A man from the next office asked if I needed help. I told him I was being attacked by bees. He informed me of the swarm I had just passed by (better late than never?) As he talked and pointed, I was stung again. He then came to my aid and helped fend off the ruthless insects. I had never been attacked by bees. Stung, yes. But not attacked.

Immediately I knew it was my betrayal of my husband. I did not mean to betray him, of course. After the fact, it seemed harmless and hilarious. (my friend shared my opinion as well)

I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. Do not share someone else's misfortune's- as funny as the story may be- unless you are willing to experience it first-hand. I laughed all the way home from work. I thought of my husband. I thought of my story. Most of all, I thought about how ridiculous I must have looked hopping and bopping, picking off the bees. It was one of those moments you wish someone was there to share the memory with, because no one will ever know how funny it was... the day I got attacked by a swarm of bees!

Good news and Bad news

The great news is that our little friend is back! I hear him pecking away at the window periodically, not as often as before, but enough to know he is still around. I can't believe how happy I am to have the bird back in his domain.

The bad news, of course, is for all of you who may have read my previous post and thought that powerwashing your windows would eliminate the pecking. It seems it's only a temporary solution. But...you may find you miss it when it's gone.

A Sad Day

Waking up to the rain, was depressing after a wonderful long-awaited day of sunshine yesterday. But more than that some the most disturbing thing happened. My husband informed me that the robin's nest was invaded by a predator and all of the birds were devoured. Devastating! He cleaned up the remains so that the children would not find out. I will tell them that the babies are old enough to fly (I just won't tell them that they've flown off to the promise land)

As if that is not depressing enough, Our little friend is no longer tapping at our window. My husband power washed the house with a solution of bleach and water and apparently he doesn't like the smell. So... for all of you that are annoyed by the birds flying into your windows I guess we've found the cure. I, personally, liked his presence but I have seen articles of others who find it a nuisance.

I guess the rain is appropriate after all.

The Robin's Gift of Life

As the days go by, rain or shine, our little friend continues his daring dash at the window-but that is not what I am here to write about today...

A few days ago, my husband found a robin's nest on the fence in our yard. There are three baby birds in it. Newborns, sitting there with their beaks upturned awaiting their mother's deliveries. They are only days old and every time I peek at them it's the same sight- yellow beaks open wide. Still and silent. Other than the faint shivering, you wouldn't know they were alive.

Their mother is never far from them- just go near the nest and you' ll realize that! She comes a squawking protecting her young if you get too close. She lands on the fence with her beak overflowing with food, looks around and then drops the food into the mouths of her babes.

Neither my husband, nor I had ever seen baby birds before. I feel blessed. It's like National Geographic--live. What a marvelous sight, nature at work.