"What becomes of the broken hearted..."

"...who had love that's now departed?"*

Remember my sad love story this past winter?

He lost his mate.
She got hit by a car.
He pined for days.

I kept getting all choked up when I saw him wait endlessly for her.

Happily, he's got spring fever and a new mate.


It appears she's mended his broken heart.

They've been strutting (and pooping) all over the front lawn of where I work.
But, please Casanova, stop taking your lady so close to the road.

Did you not learn anything?

*What Becomes of the Broken Hearted By Jimmy Ruffin

Broken Heart

I've written about the many geese that are around the grounds where I work. The poop! Ugh, I don't even need to go there.

I like looking out my window and watching them walk the grounds and stop traffic with the confidence of entitlement. They are beautiful and more important to me, they are monogamous. They find their mate, pair up and live the happily ever after that eludes most humans.


Last Friday, I was leaving to go to the bank when I saw, on the side of the road, one of the geese had been hit by a car. It was dead. That alone was sad, but the surviving mate standing on the side of the road thisclose to her, just about broke my heart.

He. Just. Stood. There.

On my way back from the bank, I noticed the city must have come and picked up the dead one.

Her mate still waited along the side of the road.

He was sitting, right in the spot she had been laying. I can't believe I started bawling. My heart got stuck in the middle of my throat. I could barely look. A goose! A poopy goose!

When I left work at 5:30, I was glad to see he was gone. But wait, he wasn't. He had moved up the berm, positioned himself under a tree, and was waiting.

I forgot about him this weekend, and as I went in this morning, really didn't notice one way or the other if he was there.

This afternoon, during the snow, I looked out the window. I swallowed as I watched him walk from one side of the drive to the other and back again. Once again, my heart was stuck smack dab in the middle of my throat.


I'm not sure who's heart is hurting more, his or mine. I never thought I'd get so upset over a GOOSE of all things.

Spring is almost here, he'll find his new mate. I know he will be fine.

New Horn for My Car?

I'm at work looking out my office window.

I parked my car just outside my office today.

This guy just looked into my window.

I told him "Stay put, I'm coming out to take your picture."

So he waited for me. And he didn't poop on the trunk either.


On another topic ...

I'm looking at the tons of pictures loaded on my work computer (that I should weed out) and I have found some from last year. From before I started my diet. From before I lost the 43-48 this past year (depending on when I weigh myself)

As the Hotfessional would say "Oh Mah Holy Hell Y'all."

I know I lost the weight and I know I had to buy all new clothes. I still feel "fat" and want to lose another 10 lbs. I don't feel like I look that much different, but then again, when I gained the weight, I didn't realize I gained that much. (denial, I know)

Until I saw these pictures. Hell, I am feeling a lot better!

I am forwarding these fat pictures to my home computer and will post before and afters this weekend. I'll tell you the cloths sizes and if I drink enough wine, I may even tell you my before and after weight.

(oink SNORT oink)

(Michael B ... don't read my blog this weekend, LOL)