// So Today Begins Finals Week..//

Just thought I’d share the meme love. Enjoy (and happy finals for those in the last days)

Oh dang - Conviction ^^ 

Alright, Enough with the meme hunting. Gotta Study and Sleep..Sleep first. =)

// The Return..of Brad.//

Another beautiful day, another wonderful breakfast, another encounter of Brad.

This time Lady was ready. She was already in position with her eyes locked on Brad. Brad, just having a grand ol’ time on the wall decided to scurry his way to the ground below to catch some grub..He’s so dumb.

With just half a second of his landing, Lady was already speeding towards him. He had only a moment to take off into the air where he took refuge onto a telephone line. He then proceeded to scurry someplace else for the day.

Dumb Brad.

It’s a beautiful day in SoCal. So beautiful and calm that I figured that I should eat my breakfast outside. YAY NATURE!

Shoot, why not? I’m blessed with sunshine, a backyard, and an ample supply of breakfasty-leftovers. It was a picture perfect plan. - So I thought, anyway…

Within minutes, I made my plate of egg-veggie-and sausage omlette-wannabe casorole, potatoes, fresh strawberries and the best yogurt around and headed out into the wild of my backyard; gracefully lying in half-sun-half-shade. At the same time, I ushered the dog and cat to share the wonderful sunshine and to keep me company.  

The dog, walking every few steps, would enjoy sniffing and doing whatever boring things dogs do, and then proceed to fall on his side and sun bathe like the californian that he is. My cat, also rather boring at the time (but not as much because she’s not a dog) proceeded to sit quite still in the shade while watching me finish off the goodies on my plate.

After eating refreshing yumminess, I decided to finish it all off with some yogurt. while peeling off it’s cover, I sensed a new member into the company of boring animals - a bird. Off to the other side of the yard, a brownish-redish-mediumishhh bird was hunting for its own breakfast in the small bits of shade provided by the smaller shrubbery on that side of the yard. I turned to see how the cat reacted towards this surprise guest and I figured she had about 10% interest in messing with it. She, as smart as she is, valued her shady spot over the work involved in catching this feathered brown-red poof. So far: this scene is incredibly draining on my interest radar. I get back to my yogurt.

Then suddenly, the bird starts to travel to the other side of the yard - our side. “Woah. Now this is getting interesting,” said my radar. It didn’t have a clue that I had a fierce feline that already had an eye on it since it’s enterance on “its” turf. I paused on the yogurt.

This bird (Ok, let me give it a name..Brad (I apologize for anyone named Brad who feel offended with their name taken so lightly that it becomes a title for a stupid bird.) fluctuates in distance to Lady (that’s the cat’s name..forreal). I sat on the edge of my stony seat as Brad hopped from 10 feet to as close as 3 feet to Lady, all the while Lady’s eyes were freaking huge waiting for the right moment. I thought to myself “this bird is done for. Finish it off, Lady! I WANT TO SEE BLOOD!“ I realized that 5 minutes passed since I took another spoonful of yogurt. This was getting intense.

It was so intense that I was also trying to be as still as possible. My back was hunched over, my neck twisted toward the action, my legs extended and crossed at the ankles. I invested my whole body towards this action-packed scene; so much so that I was enduring physical pain - My. Feet. Were. Falling. Asleep. I took another spoonful of yogurt to reduce the pain.

Ten minutes have passed and still no chase-and-flight scene. And I wanted to see blood! I thought, “if Lady can be this patient, so can I!” - Strike one on my part. By this time, It is getting frustrating and back to the boring stage where I once stood sat. I quickly finish the rest of my yogurt and give full attention to see the conclusion - Strike 2.

Not even a minute later, Brad, once taking his GOOD TIME getting fat on eating junk in the dirt, now thinks he’s done getting his fill and FREAKING FLIES AWAY!

My mouth drops. and I let out a exasperated cry for justice and blood. 

STRIKE. 3.

I throw hurtful glaces towards my feline friend before picking up my plate and returning to the house. I call the dog in and left the cat outside for her to think about why I was so disappointed in her. Serves me right to expect a life-and-death situation. I guess life isn’t always an action scene from an epic movie. Sometimes it’s a calm day full of peace - and isn’t that what compelled me to eat outside to begin with? 

Oh well, this was probably the most epic/anti-climatic breakfast I’ve possibly ever had.