"Houston, we have a wee wee problem"

Reverting to childhood impulses I bought a Wi a couple of weeks ago. Since then my vocabulary has morphed into simultaneous uses of sound alike words. My psychiatrist said if I just wrote down some of my thoughts, kind of verbalizing them - it would make me feel better.

We: (pronoun: used by and with reference to more than one person or associated person)

Wee: (adjective: little; very small)

Wee: (verb: to go [hopefully] in the toilet)

Whee: (expressing delight or excitement [especially when you hit the toilet])

Wi: (proper name: [pronounced "wee"] an interactive/virtual video game)

We have been using a wee-Wi in between times to go wee amid cries of whee. My 'wi-ing experience has been one of whee, whereas many of my wee-ing experience has been one of ho, whoa and woe.

Woe: (distress, trouble)

Whoa: (A command to stop)

Ho: (an expression of surprise)

Go: (to start)

Many of my wee'ing experiences result in exclamations of whoa! "Didn't mean for that to happen". Sure, there is an occasional "Whee" at the end of my wee, followed by a "ho"!, but too often there is just "woe". In the middle of the night with the lights out it is a lot of "go" followed quickly by "whoa". I wish I could just go wee without the woe.

If I could just practice my wee on the wi I think my woe would turn to ho - and maybe whee.
Unfortunately there is no weeing on the Wi. Unless of course I moved it to the bathroom.

Woe is me.

Wi Whee - Wee woe. Ho, go, ho, go.

Whoa. Stop me please.

"FLY IN BUFFET"

We've been avid bird feeders for some years. We have a large feeder on the porch in front of our house and an in the window feeder in our bedroom where we can watch the birds that come up-close through a one-way glass.

A few weeks ago, after one of the many snow storms we've had this year, I looked out our front window and there perched on the railing of our stairs was a red tailed hawk feasting on what I think was a little chickadee.

I ran for the camera and this is one of the shots I took.

This takes bird feeding to a whole new level. A bird is feeding on the birds I'm feeding at the bird feeder.

The hawk has been back a few times and sits on the same railing, but I haven't caught him having dinner again yet. I guess when you find a good buffet, you go back often!

I think he's a republican. If he was a democrat he would have put up a sign saying "free lunch" and eaten the seeds at the feeder with the other birds and sang cumbayah.

HOLA HOLA THERE'S NO COLA

Holy blog. I took a chance and set up our blog. blows my mind. I need to see if I can import some pics to this thing so it looks like something other than a letter.
We hosted our annual "White Elephant" gift exchange again this year the week after Christmas. In attendance were Pris and I, Jen and Roger, Aaron and Rachael, Becky, Zachary and Alana.
Last year, Aaron escaped with my gift, which was to grant a wish - no matter what it was. He never cashed it in - and said this year he didn't think he got in under the time deadline. Truth was, he was too intimidated to ask me. I told him to let it out and he stuttered and stammered and then finally said: "My wish was that you would stop drinking any form of cola, particularly diet-coke."
A hush came over the room as everyone kind of held their breath to see what my reaction would be. They all knew that a daily coke was one of life's pleasures for me.
(Inside I was trying to figure a way out of this commitment when I realized that once you commit there is no way out other than to keep your word)
So, I nodded yes.
I think things rushed onward at that point, with everyone relieved to get beyond that potential hiccup to the evening.

I am proud to report: HOLA HOLA THERE'S NO COLA

From that moment on there has been no cola pass my lips. I still have a moderate, left over supply for anyone that wants to come in the middle of the night and take it for themselves. I am on to ginger ale and occasionally a Barq's root beer. Not even neer as satisfying in the belly, but feels good in my heart.

On a side note - I've been a bachelor since Saturday past and get to pick up my main squeeze at the airport today around 5:15. It will be good to have my eternal scrabble partner again.