Peacock? Poppycock!

Yeesh. Neglected blog much?

Ok, so what excuse can I use this time? Family bonding after deployment was a good one. I can't really top that.

Also used: cross-country move and illness. Wait. I think I did manage to post mid-illness.

I guess the deal is that we've just been living...and reflecting on living. So many things need to be done when you get to a new place. Some fun, some not so fun. For example, Playette and I have doctors now that aren't way far away and through a tunnel, so that's good. That only took 3 weeks to get accomplished. I guess I can feel just a tad productive regarding that effort.

We've had family visit and then last week I just wasn't much up to posting after the sudden loss of an amazing friend from college. Everything I thought to write just didn't seem...right.

But, in general, we're making friends and irritating influencing people here, as we are wont to do. Playette is even enrolled in two classes at the recreation center. One way or another, I'm gonna wear that girl out, I promise.

So, in the hopes that you'll forgive this little bout of absentia, I wanted to share something that may make you smile from the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

This is real life in the Smith-Smith house, y'all. I know you want to come visit.

Preface: A friend asked what everyone knew about peacocks on Facebook and I opened my big mouth and said that I was a veritable peacock expert (they roamed free around the campus where I last worked) and also did a mean impression. She called me on it, so I ponied up with a video.

It's not so much about my mad peacock calling skillz (which, hello? WICKED AWESOME) as it is about my daughter, who will never allow my head to get too big. Enjoy.

And, uh, beware of the volume.

No, really.

Peacocks are loud, yo.



Oh, and did you peep the part where I totally forgot the word "peacock"?

My brain is so fried. I'm glad I did all my book learnin' when I was younger.