Brian, my roommate, and I (or is it 'and me', whatever) decided to go shopping for some house crap. You know, stuff to hang on walls, sit on, things like that. We are getting tired of looking like we live as squatters in an abandoned home. Hey, WE PAY RENT damn it. Lets live like we do.
So I was walking around the home goods section of the store and I came across this clock. It reminded me of my mothers favorite clock in my home. It brought up a lot of good memories, so I decided that I just had to buy it. It was a 'talking bird clock'. Basically what it is, that instead of the numbers, you get pictures of birds and when the hour hand hits them, the bird starts to chirp. Pretty cool huh? What can be more homier then that. I love birds, I have two bird feeders in my backyard that the birds come to feed. (mental note: Put seeds in bird feeder, its been 6 months since the poor birds had any food).
I got to tell you, you would think the Patriots have won the super bowl. (I'm a New Englander so don't start, uh uh, did I lose some followers?), I was so excited on my find I hardly could contain myself.
I ran through the store looking for Brian, who I found him sitting in the cafe having himself a little latte. No wonder why he said “you go that way and I go this way, so it will be quicker.” We both hate shopping, but at least I made an attempt, via empty house. Plus everything we pretty much own is in our storage rooms. (or bedroom). Which we try to avoid going into for fear of dead cats. (you got to keep up folks to get the inside jokes)
“Brian, check this out, it's a singing bird clock”
“cool” Brian said.
“yea, we can stick it in the kitchen or dining area (office)”
“cool”
“The best part of this clock, it uses batteries, no winding it up everyday, and it only cost 10 bucks. “
“cool”
“you're a big help Brian, enjoy your freaking latte”. He did not share my enthusiasm on my new talking bird clock.
Yep, I am feeling GOOOOD. A Singing Bird Clock is really all we need. I threw it in the cart with some other crap I found while Brain continued sipping on his latte.
I know what you are all thinking, 'wow, he is lucky, wish I had a talking bird clock'. Its pretty cool isn't it, and I have one. Jealousssss?.
This clock is kind of like a newer version of those old cuckoo clocks - except the cuckoo on this clock, brought over some friends.
So I bring my new treasure home and read, 'AA battery not included'. I hate when that happens. So that was a new trip to the store. But I get the thing up and running and we decided to hang it in the kitchen. It just seemed the appropriate place to hang it.
On the side of the box, after the directions on the proper way to put the battery in, it read that the bird sounds are actually authentic bird calls. It's the actual recordings of the real birds. I have no clue on how they got those birds in the recording studio, but I am sure that would make one great blog post.
Anyway, the bird clock was hung, and I could hardly wait for the hour so I can hear the 'chickadee' sing. The Chickadee was up to sing for the 2:00 run.
Oh, and sing he did, and sing, and sing, and sing, just like clock work, every freaking hour, all day, all night, rain or shine, day after day, some stupid bird would sing, or squeal, pending on the bird.
I had not realized before, but these bird can sing pretty loud, I don't remember these birds being this loud when I was living at moms. especially when you least expect them to.
When you're not looking at the clock and are in deep thought, then all a sudden to have this goose honk at you out of the blue, can scare the living jeebees out of ya.
Brian wasn't thrilled with the bird clock at all. I kind of got that he was over it when he started throwing crap at it when it started making 'singing'. Plus, every time one of those birds started singing, Murphy, my dog, would go bonkers, He would run around the house looking for a bird.
Elsa, Brian's cat, on the other hand, couldn't care less, probably because she is smart enough to know the birds aren't even real. I mean, Elsa loves birds too. She sits on the window sill, just watching the bird feeders. (darn, I have to fill those bird feeders)
AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! OH CRAP!!!!!!!!!! It must be 10:00pm, the mockingbird just started jabbering away.
Now, where was I? I just lost my train of thought. That damn mockingbird. Oh never mind, my thought is gone.
Oh, by the way, if ever you're looking for a singing bird clock, I have one, its in my 'storage space', I can sell it too you for a song. But be forewarned, it doesn't come with a AA battery, I used that to put in my clicker for the TV. Peace and quiet restored.
So I was walking around the home goods section of the store and I came across this clock. It reminded me of my mothers favorite clock in my home. It brought up a lot of good memories, so I decided that I just had to buy it. It was a 'talking bird clock'. Basically what it is, that instead of the numbers, you get pictures of birds and when the hour hand hits them, the bird starts to chirp. Pretty cool huh? What can be more homier then that. I love birds, I have two bird feeders in my backyard that the birds come to feed. (mental note: Put seeds in bird feeder, its been 6 months since the poor birds had any food).
I got to tell you, you would think the Patriots have won the super bowl. (I'm a New Englander so don't start, uh uh, did I lose some followers?), I was so excited on my find I hardly could contain myself.
I ran through the store looking for Brian, who I found him sitting in the cafe having himself a little latte. No wonder why he said “you go that way and I go this way, so it will be quicker.” We both hate shopping, but at least I made an attempt, via empty house. Plus everything we pretty much own is in our storage rooms. (or bedroom). Which we try to avoid going into for fear of dead cats. (you got to keep up folks to get the inside jokes)
“Brian, check this out, it's a singing bird clock”
“cool” Brian said.
“yea, we can stick it in the kitchen or dining area (office)”
“cool”
“The best part of this clock, it uses batteries, no winding it up everyday, and it only cost 10 bucks. “
“cool”
“you're a big help Brian, enjoy your freaking latte”. He did not share my enthusiasm on my new talking bird clock.
Yep, I am feeling GOOOOD. A Singing Bird Clock is really all we need. I threw it in the cart with some other crap I found while Brain continued sipping on his latte.
I know what you are all thinking, 'wow, he is lucky, wish I had a talking bird clock'. Its pretty cool isn't it, and I have one. Jealousssss?.
This clock is kind of like a newer version of those old cuckoo clocks - except the cuckoo on this clock, brought over some friends.
So I bring my new treasure home and read, 'AA battery not included'. I hate when that happens. So that was a new trip to the store. But I get the thing up and running and we decided to hang it in the kitchen. It just seemed the appropriate place to hang it.
On the side of the box, after the directions on the proper way to put the battery in, it read that the bird sounds are actually authentic bird calls. It's the actual recordings of the real birds. I have no clue on how they got those birds in the recording studio, but I am sure that would make one great blog post.
Anyway, the bird clock was hung, and I could hardly wait for the hour so I can hear the 'chickadee' sing. The Chickadee was up to sing for the 2:00 run.
Oh, and sing he did, and sing, and sing, and sing, just like clock work, every freaking hour, all day, all night, rain or shine, day after day, some stupid bird would sing, or squeal, pending on the bird.
I had not realized before, but these bird can sing pretty loud, I don't remember these birds being this loud when I was living at moms. especially when you least expect them to.
When you're not looking at the clock and are in deep thought, then all a sudden to have this goose honk at you out of the blue, can scare the living jeebees out of ya.
Brian wasn't thrilled with the bird clock at all. I kind of got that he was over it when he started throwing crap at it when it started making 'singing'. Plus, every time one of those birds started singing, Murphy, my dog, would go bonkers, He would run around the house looking for a bird.
Elsa, Brian's cat, on the other hand, couldn't care less, probably because she is smart enough to know the birds aren't even real. I mean, Elsa loves birds too. She sits on the window sill, just watching the bird feeders. (darn, I have to fill those bird feeders)
AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! OH CRAP!!!!!!!!!! It must be 10:00pm, the mockingbird just started jabbering away.
Now, where was I? I just lost my train of thought. That damn mockingbird. Oh never mind, my thought is gone.
Oh, by the way, if ever you're looking for a singing bird clock, I have one, its in my 'storage space', I can sell it too you for a song. But be forewarned, it doesn't come with a AA battery, I used that to put in my clicker for the TV. Peace and quiet restored.