Bats in MY Belfry?

Origin of Bats in the Belfry (taken from The Phrase Finder)


"Bats are, of course, the erratically flying mammals and 'belfries' are bell towers, sometimes found at the top of churches. 'Bats in the belfry' refers to someone who acts as though he has bats careering around his topmost part, i.e. his head."

True Story....

This past Thursday I went out to my cute little green SUV (thank you bff husband who bought it for me for Valentine's Day) which is safely parked in our garage.  Our garage is also where we keep our trash.  I got in my cute little green SUV to go to work, and as I got in to start it up, there was this S.T.R.O.N.G. odor of yuck.  In my mind I'm scolding my bff husband that it was really time to take the trash to its dumping place.  Grumble, Grumble. 

I arrived at work, worked, and was getting back into my cute little green SUV and it still was smelly.  I'm sniffing and sniffing.  My co-worker friend ran up the steps and said, "Could you give me a ride to my husband's work?"  I said, "Of course!"  She walked over to my cute little green SUV and stopped dead in her tracks.  "What is that?"  (I have left out some words in that sentence.)  I said in great alarm responding to her excitement, "WHAT?"  She said, "There is a bat in your windshield!"  I said, "OH...THAT IS WHAT I HIT TWO NIGHTS AGO ON MY WAY HOME!"   I thought I had hit a large moth.  Clearly I did not hit a large moth.  She looked at me incredulously and said, "You didn't check to see what you hit?"  (Translation-are you crazy woman?  What were you thinking?  What's going on in that head of yours?) 

I looked through my window and there was this little brown bat, decaying, and flies all over it.  I was mortified.  I looked at my co-worker friend with the look that she instantly understood...yes, she would take care of it.  She directed me to drive her to her husband's workplace, a garage, which I did with one eye on the road and one eye on the dead, decaying bat in my windshield.  She jumps out (she is so brave) and grabs a rag and removes the dead little brown bat from my windshield.   She examines it and holds it up to me, so close, as if I was blind or something.  I let out a little scream.  My co-worker friend states rather loudly, "Yeah she hit a bat a couple of nights ago and never checked her window." 

I sheepishly smiled and thanked her for her help, she thanked me for the ride, and I rode home in my bat-less cute little green SUV. 

Random Thought of the Day - The Number "One"

I have had this blog since April. My daughter Ashley has been my faithful follower since its creation (um...okay, she encouraged me to blog and she made it all pretty) and so I dedicate this first post to her.

"One" sounds like a lonely word, or a lonely number. I mean the Three Dog Night certainly thought so.

But here is what the dictionary has to say. "One" a single entity, unit, object, or living being, but also "One" is characterized by unity; undivided, spoken with one voice. "One" is the same kind or quality.

We are all "One’s" intermixed with a bunch of other "One’s". We "One’s" have our own ideas. How do "One’s" get along?

Philippians 2:2, "Make my joy complete by being like-minded, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose.

"One" isn't a lonely number - it's a togetherness number - it's a family number. It’s everyone.