B-52's are Back

Its that time of year again. On our walk this morning Big Guns and I saw a huge flock of white pelicans glide over my 'hood. There must have been 500 of them. They have been down for a while but this is the largest flock I have seen this year. They are so big, yet so stealthy; seems like they never have to flap their wings. I didn't even hear them, just happened to catch a glimpse of the graceful gliders out of the corner of my eye.

I saw a story this morning about a plane aborting take-off in Orlando because the pilot thought he had hit a flock of birds. In lite of the recent water landing on the Hudson, I can understand the sensitivity to that. I thought it was interesting, though, the way they shaped the story to almost blame bird conservation efforts for an increase in the occurrence of these incidents... That may be a reasonable assumption... But hmm, there's an interesting dilemma...

The Early Bird Gets The Gurt

So apparently there seems to be a global shortage of the 32 oz Strawberry Stonyfield Organic Yogurt. Everytime I go to Publix they are out, every Publix is out, all the time. Talk about rage, or reason to rage anyway. Sure I could settle on vanilla, blah, or get the small containers and destroy the planet even more than I am already, then try to explain to Gunner that the reason we lost the house was because I had to buy more expensive, smaller containers of yogurt (he doesn't even speak human).... Or I can get up early on a Sunday morning and buy all the 32 oz strawberry they have, like I did yesterday... I sort of felt guilty, but then I thought about the last 500 bajillion times I wanted strawberry and it was not there... sorry suckers. I have one month to eat 96 oz of yogurt before if curdles. I think I am up for the challenge, especially if Rose and Jo give me some more of that delicious Amish bread to dip in my 32 oz strawberry dairy goodness...

Sorry Titusville, you'll have to get up pretty early in the morning get a container of this yogurt...

A Young Parent's Resolution

Saw this on Post Secret a couple weeks ago:

This post tears me up a bit. The infant form of Spinal Muscular Atrophy is the most deadly form of muscular dystrophy. Originally, I was diagnosed with the juvenile form of SMA (not as serious, not deadly). But as I got older it was determined that I did not have SMA.

I am guessing this parent probably knew nothing about SMA or MD before this rocked their family. Much like my family... And I image it is much harder on the parents than the kids. The kids don't know anything different, but the parents can grasp the reality of the situation and are forced to navagate through the rocky sea. That's a tough place to be... I can't image.

Thankfully MDA is there.