Today is my actual one-year blogaversary. So tonight I will drink beer, or perhaps the bottle of bubbly that’s been chilling in the fridge since Christmas.
Jim put up a cute, celebratory card at Blogasheville for Edgy Me and syntax, who was at the one-year mark two days ago. Thanks, Jim!
As I mentioned earlier this week, today is also Squirrel Appreciation Day. Thus, it seems fitting to re-post a much-loved story in honor of my friend and nemesis, Mr. Squirrel. Enjoy!
“Mom, Mr. Squirrel’s in the house.”
I charge down the stairs and onto our screened-in porch to see two kids and one cat confronting one small gray squirrel, who is chattering angrily. On one hand, Mr. Squirrel is practically family. He lives in the hickory tree that shades our home, spends mealtimes eating out of our bird feeder, and entertains the kids by letting them chase him. The kids have their own mantra/handshake: they put their hands together, throw them up in the air, and yell, “Wild Kids. Squirrel Chasers.” Then they run out the back door to chase Mr. Squirrel away from the bird feeder. On the other hand, he has fleas, so he is not allowed in the house.
About three weeks ago, our son punched a hole through one of the screens, which he immediately blamed on the cats. It was through this hole that Mr. Squirrel gained entry to the porch. I quickly closed the doors into the main part of the house and opened the screen doors to the outside–and the chase began. Mr. Squirrel kept avoiding the doors and climbing up into the exposed eaves. Rocky, the fat cat, was intrigued, but he learned long ago that Mr. Squirrel too fast for him to catch.
Eventually, after much yelling, sweating, and waving of plastic swords, we banished Mr. Squirrel back to his tree. I’ve fixed the broken screen with safety pins, which, although not a deterrent to mosquitoes, should prevent Mr. Squirrel’s reentry.
After it was all over, my son, said, “Mom, that was so much fun.”
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Hey, I’m new to this blog thing. I only started reading them this week and then created mine yesterday. Glad I found yours, Edgy Mama. Found it when I was searching for Asheville blogs. I will check out the other Asheville blogs you have listed. Take a looksie at my new blog and see if you can guess who I am.
Congrats, Edgy! I love the post. We have to spell s-q-u-i-r-r-e-l around here. My dog Seamus who you met briefly, has an ongoing war with them and the very word sends him darting to the window to make sure the furry little bastards aren’t stealing his walnuts. We have a big beautiful black walnut tree in the front yard and since Seamus was a baby he’s jealously guarded the nuts. They keep on coming though and so far he’s only brought one furry little thwarted carcass to the door.
There’s actually a study that shows male children are three times more likely to, when accused of doing something wrong, deny it or blame someone else.
Congrats! Happy Blog-Day.
Happy blog birthday.
We have squirrels all over here, one followed me the other day and stood inside the front door. He seemed to be asking to be feed, grand kids were fascinated.
Mik
Really. So much fun when you can create problems for both squirrels AND your Mom.
Happy Blogiversary!!!
happy bloggyday.
I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet lately. Seems stuff here is making me silent like….
I still love you though.
Ms. Kim is that you? We need to get you and SOS’s sites up in the sidebar at Blogasheville, girl!
No problem, Autumn. Silence can be healing.
Welcome Nonsensical. I live your handle.
Thanks, SC. It seems to me that that trait in boys carries over into manhood, no?
Say- that does sound like fun. This squirrel has been around before- I remember him in a previous post.
In honor of the day I’ll put out all the remaining stale Christmas cookies.
In honor of your day- Congratulations! I’ve loved coming by here this past year. Your fine writing is an inspiration and your saucy friendship a real pleasure. Thanks, AF!
Wishing you ( and that means us) many more Blogaversaries!
From now on, I will be visualizing your blog and a squirrel, standing hand and hand. Congrats.
well, well, well. a year of self-indulgent naval-gazing. twelve months of peppery flirtations. 365 days of enviro hand-wringing. 52 weeks of flashy fiction scribblings. throw in a day or two of senseless squirrel chasing, some cheeky Libs and Woze and a blogger-buddy vacation takeover, and you’ve got a kick-ass blog!
impressive, child.
please know that we want more of all of the above, plus plenty of where ever it is you’ll be taking us in o-six. as you know, the competition is always nipping at your heels, threatening to overtake.
so keep it edgy and enjoy your celebration!
Congratulations on the Blogversary! I will have a glass of the French bubbly in your honor tonight. (Okay - truth be known, I’m always looking for a reason).
Cheers - here’s to more of all the stuff Ash listed in 0-six!
Congrats on am entire year of blogging! Now we only have to wait for the next book…
Happy Bloggy day, EM! I need to catch up and read some of your past posts. I’ll have some time to lurk tomorrow!
You are such a cute one year old. (You must have come out of the womb talking/writing.) I wonder what you will be like as we move toward the terrible two? I think I’ll hangout and see what developes.
Happy FIRST blogaversary.
Oh, I think there is some more milage in squirrel stories and pictures. I loved the picture with Houdini and the Squirrel.
Ooops! That last comment is me, AD.
So glad you guys like to gaze at my navel with me!
Thanks for all the sweet and saucy comments.
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Happy blogday, dear Edgyyyyyyy
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Now bend over like a good girl.