Waiting by the phone for HGTV to call and being the victim of a hate crime.

So, for years and years the Coach and I’ve talked about flipping properties. Houses, condos, whathaveyou.
We did such a beautiful renovation on our house and I figured HGTV would be at our door in a minute to feature us on their new spin-off channel: Everything Suz Does Is Fabulous.
I haven’t’ come up with the entire show line up yet, but some ideas for them would be:
Bee like Suz and keep your sh*t tidy
or
Let Suz teach you how to organize your closet by season and color so you don’t appear to be clinically insane.

While I’m waiting for them to come knocking on our door, we completely renovated a small condo on the bay across the street from the Gulf of Mexico.
We plan on using it for seasonal rental and when not renting, we’ll visit and keep our boat there.

Ya’ll, it’s SO stinking cute.

Cocoa and Callie wondering when they can go back to their ‘real’ home. 

I will eventually show real photos.

But, this post isn’t really about that adorable condo that we renovated.

This post is about being hated and targeted with violence.

At this condo, there is a Mockingbird with a vendetta against ME.
Me, of all people. 
Me, the nature lover.
Me, the one who feeds the d*amn birds, squirrels, bees & butterflies.
ME!

I can’t go to the garbage or recycling area without being squawked at.
I can’t go to my car without being assaulted by its ravenous beak and talons.
I can’t take the dogs for a casual walk without being hunted down and dive-bombed.

Y’all. I hate this bird because this bird hates me.
And this bird is making my life very uncomfortable and I’m almost as traumatized as that time I saw a photo of my 80’s self, wearing ALL that blue eyeshadow and NO mascara.

I googled some information because I assumed it had a nest nearby and perhaps wanted to add some of my blonde straw hair to it.
OR it was worried that I wanted its babies. (Lord knows, I don’t want to feed anything more than I already do)
Come to find out, it’s probably worried about its babies and guess what else.
Mockingbirds don’t attack everyone. They generally will attack the same people over and over and not necessarily everyone that comes near it.
I’ve asked around.
I’m the ONLY target for this damn bird.

I guess I’ll hit up my realtor and see if we can move this property and start renovating another one because I think the neigbhors are tired of hearing me scream my head off 4-6 times a day.

Life with the big dog and our birds view

In the planning stages of the remodel, we had an ‘extra’ area that needed to be used. My very first instinct was: Sitting area. 
It was open, smallish and to the side of the front doors and the side of the kitchen. 
And hey, one of my favorite hobbies is sitting.
Not really, but it sounds good.
I knew I wanted swivel chairs. Because I’m 5 going on 11. And it afforded the sitting area to fully take in the kitchen and family room via the swivel.
Plus, I’m 5 going on 11. 
This lovely little sitting area was just right, but it had a LARGE blank wall.
And we can’t have that. 
It needed something big. 
Something colorful.
Something with a wet nose. 
It needed Cocoa  X 250%.
While perusing pinterest months ago I spotted a tutorial on making a piece of art with a shower curtain; I was intrigued.
And the Coach was on board…that’s most of the battle.
While I loved the Octopus art work, our good friends Don and Kelly who’d just remodeled their home had a lovely Octopus paining in their family room and I couldn’t do the same thing. Or near the same thing.
So, I searched for a boxer shower curtain and BAM. I found one. 
We’re thrilled with our ‘expensive’ art piece.
(it’s simply a plywood frame that you staple the curtain onto)
The best part is, if we grow tired of seeing this colorful Cocoa in a few years, it’s easy to change it up. 
But really, who would get tired of looking at THAT FACE? 
I added a new feeder to this front window and it’s busy with cardinals, blue jays and wood peckers. All.day.long. 
We couldn’t be happier with how it came together.