Flamingos Work Hard Every Day

The glamorous life of a Flamingo is hard work!

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Labor Day to you! 

Well, ya know, as all of us take a nicey long weekend, I'd like to salute those who don't get to take the day off.  In particular, I'd like to salute my Little Flamingo Friends, whose job it is to be fabulous in the garden, and who are right there in the garden right now, being fabulous, even though it's a holiday weekend designed to give workers a break.

Do YOU think it must be easy to stand outside and maintain a fabulous pink glow, day-in, day-out?  Well, that's what the Little Flamingos do, Friends.  They bring cheer on even the most cheerless day. 

Plus, when there's a wind, their little propeller-wings go around and around.  Up here in the Bing, we have a lot, a LOT of wind!  Those little propeller wings go around and around like nobody's business, without even a rest!  All in the name of making life a little more cheerful for us people who are not a vibrant shade of pink and who do not have propeller wings on 'em.

So on this Labor Day, I salute the Little Flamingos and the people everywhere who had to work anyways today.

I love ya lots, Friends!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Reflections

This sure is a wild ride, Big People!

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Sunday to you!

Well, ya know, I'm gonna be four soon.  On Wednesday, actually.  I'm pretty excited.  I mean, who wouldn't be?  I've heard some great things about Four.

But I can't help but reflect on Three, in my final days of being this age.

I'm not gonna lie.  Three was kind of turbulent for all of us.  It was turbulent for me, especially, and I think people kinda forget that.  From my point of view, there's all the turbulence that comes with being Two, but more.  You know how it is.  The eternal struggle of a Little Kid knowing they could do things Big People do, and the imperiousness of the Big People.  The constant underestimation.

It isn't nice or fun, but it's a fact of Little Kid Life.

Anyways, like I said, I've heard a lot of good things about Four.  I'm lookin' forward to being treated more like a Big Person and less like a Little Kid.  Maybe bein' allowed to help more in the kitchen.  I got a taste for that sort of thing during my Year of Being Three.  I like it.  Also, I look forward to being allowed to help clean the house.  Particularly, I have my eyes on that can of Pledge.  The things I could clean with that can of Pledge! 

But I'm not planning on getting too big to ride the luggage cart at hotels my family and I may stay at. Or being too sophisticated for the coin-operated rides at the mall.  I also plan to maintain my fandom of the toy department of every store that has one.

I think Four's gonna be pretty nice, Friends.  I still have a few days left of bein' Three, but I wanted to thank ya for helping make Three sucha great age for me, despite the turbulence.  I love the dickens right outta ya, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Salsa Saturday

Shake your tail-feathers, Friends!  It's good for your Soul!

Well, hiya, Big People!

How 'bout this weather, anyways?  How the heck right about it?  Hot and sunny.  No rain in sight!

You know how I like to celebrate days like this, Friends?

Dancin'.

Since today's Saturday, and it's a long weekend, why don't you join me in Salsa Saturday, a day where we eat salsa and dance the Salsa.  Because the more you say "salsa," the more hilarious it starts to sound!  Try it, Friends!

Dancing is pretty much my answer to everything.  I think it really enhances a weekend such as this one.  I think it really makes things a lot more fun.

I know there's some of you who think you look silly when you dance, but it really doesn't matter.  Silly is a lotta fun, if ya let it be.  And you're just at your place, anyway.  Who's watchin' ya dance?  Who'd make fun of you?  Invite 'em to dance with ya.  How about that?!

Have a great weekend, Friends!  I love ya lots, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Beetlejuice!

If ya say his name three times, he appears and causes mischief!

Friends, it's Friday, and if there were ever a great day to have a Movie Night, it's Friday night.  And do I ever have a doozie of a movie for you to watch!

It's an oldie, I guess, but it's my favorite movie right now.  I caught the tail-end of it on the television the other night, and had Daddy record it in its entirety for me, for perusal at a later date.

It's Beetlejuice, Friends!  A classic tale about a rogue ghoul who aims to use every supernatural trick in his bag to evict a family of obnoxious living people from his clients' Connecticut farmhouse, often to humorous effect!

I know what you're thinkin'.  That's dark subject matter for a Little Kid such as myself.  Movies like that oughtta scare the dickens right outta me.  But thingofitis, Friends, the scariest thing about Beetlejuice is all that '80s hair! 

Speaking of scary '80s hair, I also watched Edward Scissorhands and liked it, but Daddy doesn't like that movie, so he didn't record it for me.  But I did get to see it in its entirety, on the television. 

I think they're great fun movies, anyways, Big People.  If that makes me a weird little kid, so be it. You still like me.  You know it.  I know it. 

Hey.  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Say Anything...

...nice about my Little Giraffe Friends!

Hiya, Friends!

I know I don't talk about it all the time like I used to, but I still do work very hard to raise awareness of the plight of Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes Everywhere.  I am here to help Little Giraffes.

As a reformed Tiger Baby who would chew on a particular Little Giraffe named Sophie La Giraffe and make her squeak in discomfort, my activism on behalf of the Little Giraffes goes beyond hashtag activism.  My work with the Little Giraffes is more than just putting inflammatory things on my social media newsfeed, to incite and goad non-Little Giraffe sympathizers. 

What do I do for the Little Giraffes?  Well, I listen to their concerns.  I try to help them find solutions to their problems.  I raise awareness that chewing on Little Giraffes is uncomfortable for them, but those Little Giraffes can comfort Tiger Babies with sore gums in other ways, like with lotsa cuddles and lively conversation.  I try to facilitate dialogue between my People, the Tiger Babies, TigerToddlers, and Tiger Little Kids, and the Little Giraffes.  When need be, or I just want to, I adopt Little Giraffes to come live with me at my Little Giraffe Ranch.  It's so rewarding, Friends. 

There's a walk I try to walk, Friends, when it comes to the Little Giraffes.  I'm here for them!

I love ya lots, Big People, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Cookin' With Zoe

Life is unfair.

Well, Friends, I guess there's sucha thing as too much of a good thing, and it'll getchya thrown in Time Out to think about all that too much of a good thing.

Lemme wanna tell ya what happened.

See, I was helpin' Daddy cook recently.  We were havin' some scrambled eggs.  I helped crack the eggs.  I whisked the eggs to a nice, sunny yellow color.  I watched Daddy put the milk in, and kept whisking.

And then, Daddy turned around to do something.  I don't know what.  It doesn't matter.  But I figured that if a little milk in the scrambled eggs was good, then a whole big globba milk is even better, so I took that jugga milk- I mean it was pertineer full, as it was a brand-new gallon jugga milk, and I started pourin'.

Well, don'tchya know that's about the time Daddy turned around and saw me, and flipped his lid completely.  I got about half the gallon of milk in the eggs, but apparently that was wrong.  I got sat in Time Out for wastin' all that milk.  I had to go sit there and think about how I shouldn't have poured all that milk into the scrambled eggs, because I ended up wastin' the milk and the eggs. 

I thought about it, all right.  I know I shoulda asked before I started pourin' the milk, but here's the thing.  Pourin' milk is a lotta fun.  Also, by my reckoning, Daddy shoulda put himself in Time Out, right alongside me, on accounta he's the one who turned around, leaving me alone with the gallon jugga milk.  If it were THAT important that I not pour it all out, he coulda put it out of my reach after he got done putting in what he deemed the appropriate amount of milk.  But he didn't.

That's how it is when you're a Three-Year-Old, Friends.  Your Big People mess up, and somehow, it's you who gets sent to Time Out.  Mommy's just as bad an offender of this as Daddy is.  Life is really unfair when you're three. 

I'll tell ya what, though.  Crap like this isn't gonna flush next week, when I turn FOUR.  Mommy and Daddy are gonna find out just who they're dealin' with here, and there'll be no more unfair incarceration in Time Out of this Little Kid!  I am gonna fight the power when I'm Four! 

I'd start now, but I understand some birthday presents hang in the balance.  That doesn't make me a hypocrite.  It makes me a savvy worker of the system.  Don't judge, Friends.

Hey.  I'll be seein' ya tomorrow, Big People.  I love ya lots!  Muah!

It's My 950th Post!

Buckle up, Big People!  We're about to take off!

Well, hiya, Friends!  Happy Tuesday to ya!

Today is my nine-hundred fiftieth post on this weblog!  How about that?!  I'm just lettin' you know this because that means since this is a daily blog, and I've been keepin' up with it bein' an actual daily blog all this time, in fifty days, it'll be my one-thousandth blog post, and that's a big deal, Friends!

No, I'm not doing anything like any giveaways for Post 950 or Post 1000.  I don't really have anything to give away, except maybe for all the clothes I've outgrown since I was New, or maybe some of the toys I let Mommy sort out of my office yesterday.  (That was a pretty painful process, anyways, Friends, sortin' out my outgrown toys.  Did it ever OCCUR to Mommy that the reason I haven't played with some of 'em since I was fifteen months old is because I couldn't FIND 'em?  Whatever.  It's her world.  I just live in it.  Pfffffft.)

Anyways, what I'm really sayin' is thank you for coming along with me every day when you check in to The Daily Zoe Blog.  It sure makes this Little Kid feel like sucha Big Cheese.

Now, put your tray-tables up into their full upright positions, stow any electronic devices, except maybe the one you're using to read this blog, pay attention to the safety briefing, and buckle up.  I've put the buckle up light on.  We're gettin' ready to take off.

The sky's the limit for where we can go, Friends, and maybe not even the sky.  You never know where I'm gonna be takin' you, here at The Daily Zoe Blog.  You just never know!  So check back tomorrow.  I love ya lots!  Muah!