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Choosing to believe the best and my new BFF Little Bird

3 May

Life is hard. Sometimes, we just have to choose to believe the best.

One day this week, when my husband was pulling into our garage, he kept looking behind him.

“What?!” I demanded. My first thought was: fire, intruder, apocalypse. As is normal for the eternally paranoid.

Instead of any of those things, he said, “I think that’s a dead bird.”

I was way sad face about it because we’ve had a few dead rabbits turn up lately and this is more proof that we do indeed have a neighborhood problem. I know what you’re thinking. Werewolves. I know, that was my first thought, too.

I know nature works its way for a reason, but I’m kind of a pro at mourning strangers and animals I just met.

We get out of the car and it turns out, it’s not a dead bird at all!

It’s a baby!

Meet Little Bird. Named after the television show Little Bear.

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“My parents left me on your doorstep. They said they’d be back later…”

Isn’t he adorable? I will love him forever.

Of course my husband was like: “Don’t touch him!”

My response: “It honestly never occurred to me!”

Selective germaphobes do not touch random wild animals.

But anyway, so this baby bird hung out there for a while.

Then he was gone. And this is the core of the post.

I choose to believe his parents came back for him. I choose to believe that he’s off in another part of the neighborhood causing adolescent mischief. I choose to believe these things, even if that does make me naive or optimistic.

Did it occur to me another animal might have eaten him? Yes.

Did it occur to me that Little Bird didn’t get a happy ending?


But I choose to believe he’s with his family in a happier place.

Because life is hard. Life sucks. Sometimes, you just have to choose to believe the best. No good comes from dwelling on the bad.

I doubt I’ll see Little Bird again, but I won’t forget him.

He showed up in my driveway, and that makes him part of my life.

He’ll grow older and have a good life. I choose to believe that.




Because life is like a chore chart

29 Apr

Some of you might not know this, but I get an A+ at adulthood.

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Also, I’m completely joking. I’d give myself a C-. Maybe.

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The good and bad thing about life is that there are no grades.

This was very disconcerting after I graduated college. I started working for a company and after a while I just looked around and wondered, so how am I doing at this adulthood thing?

No one answered me.

I started thinking about this because I recently made myself a chore chart. That’s right. I’m so horrible at cleaning, that I need a chart to keep track of my house.

I asked my husband if we could get stickers and print out a fancy, laminated poster, but the response I got to that was moving past sarcasm into I’m not dignifying that with a response land.

Basically, life is like a chore chart without the fun stickers. We go through our days this way, planning out what we need to do and checking everything off our lists.

It’s not bad because we get things done. We also forget to pause and just appreciate the simple things.

I want to focus on the simple things and be thankful for the people I have in my life. I get too caught up in the small details and don’t often enough appreciate the larger gifts like my family.

The great thing about a chore chart is that at the end, you get a prize. If you do what you need to do, and check everything off, you get praise and a feeling of self-satisfaction.

In this example, I suppose the prize for all our daily struggles is life. In all its toughness. In all its glory. In all its pain. In all the contradictions that make up something very, very complex.

I can’t always think of the right thing to say when horrible things happen. Sometimes no words seemed strong enough to express my condolences. But I think that’s okay. Thoughtful silence can be okay.

That doesn’t mean that we’re not right there with you. We can’t always relate to every event, but compassion bridges the gap of understanding.

As long as we have compassion, we have hope.

You’re never alone, especially with the way communication travels across the world now. You have a lot of people sending you prayers. You have a lot of people with you in their thoughts.

You have a lot of people forgetting about their chore charts because what they care about more than that is you.

-Kinley Baker

Why Amy Farrah Fowler from The Big Bang Theory is my first choice BFF

3 Apr

I love The Big Bang Theory. So much in fact, that I constantly watch reruns and I buy my husband shirts with Jim Parsons’ face on them.

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Not awkward at all…

I am a fan. I love the show.

More than that, I love Amy. I think she is the most hilarious character on primetime. They’ve really brought her into the group, and she makes me laugh out loud the most.

But sometimes I get a little sad. 😦 Penny and Bernadette don’t always want to hang out with Amy, and although they usually make up for it in the end, it’s pretty clear to the viewer that Amy is not their first choice BFF.

I think this is a tragedy. Amy is awesome.

Beyond her obsession to get them all naked in a bathtub, I think Amy represents something pretty amazing. She’s strange. She’s unconventional. She’s insecure.

She’s a lot of things we don’t see on television, and I find it fascinating that even while she flips her hair and talks about how fashion is kind of her life now, she never loses who she is at the core.

They continue to show her slicing away at brains. While her intellect is occasionally impaired by a rowdy girl’s night out, at the end of the day, she represents a strong woman who comes across as legit.

She’s insecure. As someone also insecure, I appreciate seeing a character like this on television. I love that I can laugh at the strangeness. I can totally relate some of her quirks to my life.

She’s socially awkward. As someone also socially awkward, I enjoy watching her evolve.

We all navigate the murky waters of society. We’re bound to get snagged on a faux pas.

It’s easier to get through the trips when you have strong friends at your back.

I can relate to Amy. I’ve often found myself without friends. It can be a lonely place.

I hope Amy continues to solidify her place in the crowd, so she can show all of us Awkward Social Navigators that we have a chance to belong to a community, too.

I love Penny. And I love Bernadette.

But Amy Farrah Fowler is my first choice BFF.

Being strange is okay. It’s nice to see that message on television.