The big question of my life

Ok. I am not one for questioning Disney movies, believe me. I don't care that as soon as Ariel's head is out of the water her hair is dry. Or that Phillipe can show Belle where Maurice is, even though he left him in the woods far before he ever made it to the Beast's castle. I never yelled at Jasmine that, since Aladdin has lied to her over and over, she should stop trusting him.

However, there is one question that I have never been able to answer. Pocahontas, HOW DO YOU SPEAK ENGLISH? Seriously. He just shows up and all of the sudden native Americans don't speak Creek/Cherokee/Sioux? No. They speak perfect English. Oh, and also the English explorers don't have accents. I just find this whole language thing so confusing.

And also, how does she run? Ouch, dude.

Sarah and Charlie

Broken Arrow School let out less than a month ago, and, I must admit, I am a little sad. I'm not in school anymore, so I don't have to go to it, but I feel like I lost some friends when it let out.

Every day, on my way to work, I drive past Sequoyah Middle School (I know that's not how you spell Sequoyah, but that's how the middle school spells it. So, yeah). When school was in, I drive past at the same time that the kids are walking to school.

Every day for five months, I drove past the same two kids. A boy, probably about 13, and a girl, I'm assuming about 12. I never met them in real life, but, during the 10-15 seconds we spent together every Monday thru Friday, I felt like I got to know them. Or, at least, the them I made up in my head.

Their names, I decided, were Sarah and Charlie. She looked like a Sarah and I just hoped his name was Charlie. I really like that for little boys. They are siblings, is what I think. I could tell when they were having a good day, they would walk together. Not in extreme conversation, but talking. When they were having a bad day, they wouldn't walk together. Sarah would walk about 10 feet ahead of Charlie, and they would both look a little surly.

I just really liked passing them. They were adorable. I hope that they were in sixth and seventh grade, so that next year I can see Sarah and Charlie again.

I'm not a stalker.

Little Birds

On my front porch, there is a wreath. Inside that wreath, there is a nest. Inside that nest, there are two tiny newly hatched baby birds. And they are very very sweet.

There is one problem though. As much as my family and I love them and are excited that they are there on our porch and sharing our living space, The babies' mama does not love us. Every time we open the door to leave or come to the house, she quickly flies away to the tree in the front yard and yells at us.

However, the reason she hates me is not a bird reason. It is a universal mother reason. The other day, I was coming home from work and saw that she, again, had flown quickly away. Feeling bad for putting out a new mother, I apologized the whole way from my car to the door. During my apologies, though, I inadvertently woke up her sleeping babies, making her even more mad at me.

You do not wake up a new mother's sleeping baby. They don't like that.