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Are you guys excited about the Royal Wedding?  I'm bursting at the seams! When I was a girl growing up in Canada Princess Diana was such a fave of mine. We still pledge allegiance to the Queen and all that stuff so Charles and Di was a big day. I remember getting up and watching with my mom who had stacks of magazines on Diana, and everything the day entailed. It was like my favorite cousin was getting married and we had a front row seat...in front of the television.

Flash forward and here we are again with William and Kate. I just love her (and can't believe I'm waxing on like a cuckoo bird about this). She seems so down to earth and like a girlfriend any of us could have. I came across these pictures this morning and have officially turned into my mother: I got all choked up and needed a kleenex. Stay tuned for me getting up by the light of the silvery moon to watch the wedding...I'm getting mini eclairs, brewing some tea and probably tossing back a margarita just for fun all at  3 or 4am. Go Wills and Kate!!

I can't help but think about how happy Princess Diana would be to see these two together.  *sniffle*


Thus ends my gushing nerd alert over the Royal Wedding although I can't promise there won't be a barrage of tweets in the early morning.  Are you guys watching??

Oh how I wish our wonderpup, Chet Baker, Boston terrier, could be trained to find morel mushrooms using his highly sensitive nose. That would make him truly useful in ways that transcend his utility as a companion animal and terror to the bunnehs.

I LOVE all of spring's wondrous bounty: the returning songbirds, the hillsides bursting with blossoms, the greening of the landscape, the warmer weather, the almost vastly improved Pittsburgh Pirates...but right up there in my top five or so spring things is the ephemeral appearance of edible fungi.

We'll be eating morels most nights this week thanks to the wet spring and warming temps of recent sunny days. It's good to be alive.

Photo by Julie "Don't Say Anything Mean About Chet Baker" Zickefoose.

I had approximately zero intentions of doing a post tonight, but seeing as the neighbor came home from work and decided to begin slamming the doors and moving furniture at oh, 11:30pm, I decided to whip up chorizo spaghetti sauce and fling together some current thoughts swirling in my head.  It's hard to believe I've been living in my new space for over 2 weeks.  It still looks like a small twister went off and I am lamenting the loss of the walk-in closet the Chef built out for my birthday last year.  To be honest I have to stop talking about it or I feel physically ill wondering where I'm going to put all my clothes.  Tough problem to have (she says dripping with sarcasm), but still a problem none the less.

Even though it was a small move in distance, I still feel like it's a new day - Uh hello?  I have a dishwasher now!  - and want to make some changes in the new place.  For some reason I've been captivated by the thought of using bright color which is so not me.  My old space had dark wood floors, white white walls, and a mix of  white, black, jute, grey and varying shades of navy.  Kind of nautical meets Asian old world, if you will.  Suddenly I'm feeling a need to recreate some sort of twist/combo of these:
And I find myself oddly attracted to bright pink.  Wha?  Here's some of the things I've got strewn about that I'd like to incorporate in...

As much as this blog is supposed to be about clothing and shoes and all that good stuff it's time to come clean...this thing has turned into an occasional play by play of my crazies.  I just can't help but share - it seems so much more interesting than just showing 14 things I like and then describing how I'd wear them.  I mean does anyone really want to read that from me every single day?  Anyone?  Anyone?

I've got posts backed up for a week based sheerly on things like piles of laundry I keep tripping over, the new neighbor who refuses to angle park his big *ss mountain climber SUV so I have to keep pounding on the door asking him to move in order to get into my garage (get the hint much there neighbor?), the Chef's cat attacking his dad's leg leaving a big ol' bloody bite after he left her out in the rain for too long...don't mess, and oh so much more.  Hopefully I'll get to a weekend recap before the weekend but until then let us begin with a momentary deviation so I can clear this image from my mind.

Pardon me while I also add that I am failing at the 30 Day Shred.  I've had a migraine for 5 days running and can't do squat for fear of aneurysm.  All but 2 women on my dad's side passed away from aneurysm...it's in the fam and I'm not taking chances.  That being said I am moderately intrigued at the idea of jumping around at midnight to see what the new neighbors do.

Hmmmmmmmmm

Just tonight I was wreaking havoc on my own body eating a piece of Chocolove's dark chocolate salted almond goodness when Kelly Ripa had to appear on tv with her Ripa for Ryka sneaker commercial flaunting her skinny arms and legs, waving them around in my face.  Fine Kelly. FINE. I get the point already!!  (prolly friends with jillian michaels anyway)  Wait a second...is that carpet scratching I hear?

I toad you we weren't done with the Bill of the Birds Caption Contests! Here's the latest. Send in your clever caption for this photograph (keeping your cleverness on the clean side of the NC-17 line). Our panel of ninja-like judges will select a winner and that winner will receive a coupon code good for $20 in the BWD Online Nature Shop. Deadline for your caption that trumps all captions is Thursday, April 28.

Good luck! Gentlepeople start your captions!