Sunday, August 31, 2014

No, It's Not Easter, It's The Real Deal

An unexpected event took place
yesterday. I entered the chicken
coop and found 3 perfect pullet
eggs in the nesting box. How
exciting. That meant 3 of my
girls had started to lay. All I
could think was, truly organic
eggs for breakfast as I was
about to snatch the eggs from
resting place.

I withdrew my hand because
I had a better idea.

My little neighbor boy, who
has just turned 2, loves to
carry on a tender conversation
with the chickens as he feeds them veggie scraps from their table. He brings over most
of his parent's visitors so they too can get acquainted with the chickens. I laugh as
 I've watched some of the reluctant guests draw back in fear as the tame chickens
surround them.

I wasn't even aware if he knew that chickens layed eggs but I felt it was more befitting
for  this adorable child to gather the first eggs for his breakfast. His expression was
 priceless as his small baby hands gently placed each egg in the basket. I realized this
was a marvelous way to begin teaching kids about life and where our food chain comes

When a hen goes broody, I'll have to get some fertile eggs for her to sit on
and hatch. (No roosters allowed in town, so no chance of having our own fertile eggs)

I'm closing this by saying, "Chickens are delightful pets and teachers."

Monday, August 25, 2014

86 That Person

Have you ever been 86'd? 86, meaning kicked out, told to leave, given
the boot? I was curious as to how that phrase came about so I looked
it up and found many conflicting origins. The one most given was in
the 20's there was a code number of 86, meaning a restaurant or soda
fountain was out of an item. They would yell 86.

I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen in a while and she said, "Do you
remember when we were 86'd from the widow's club? I didn't but
once reminded, I now recall.  Sounds a little harsh, kicking grieving
widows out of a club. Actually there were 3 of us who got the boot. Our sin
being we also belonged to the Oasis Club and this club didn't want those
widows. Hahaha.... what a deal! That was 14 years ago and we had all
just recently lost our husbands.

Groucho Marx said, "I wouldn't want to belong to any club that would
have me as a member." He also said, "Wives are people who feel they
don't dance enough.  In some quirky way, I can relate to both.
Do you want your hair to grow? Cut it when the moon is in Leo.  Truth.
I'm a truthsayer, meaning would I lie to you?  I always want my hair to
grow. When they were giving out hair, I was in the wrong line. I was
in the boob line so I ran over to the hair line, that was closed and by the
time I got back to the boob line, that was closed too. Get the picture?


OMG  It's almost September. It brings on a September song but don't
worry, I won't sing it. (I may hum a little) Next month Terry from
My Journey with Candida, and her adorable husband are coming to
Montana for elk hunting. She's bringing sequins and we're going to
get all gussied up and hit the casinos, floozy style. We have sooooo
many plans and you know there will be a plethora of poop and worm

Gotta run. A handi-man is coming to re-design the chicken coop.
What a life my chickens have. Just lay me an egg a day and I'll be
your slave. LOL

Friday, August 15, 2014

There really is someone older than I am.

No pictures. This is from my old mac. That failure of the vid in my last post was
most likely the fault of this worn out computer which has served me well. I
have a brand new mac that hates me but not as much as I hate it. Why do they
have to make things more complicated when they seem to be working just fine?

Do you know anyone with more years under their belt than I have?  I do.
Her name is Lo (from Lois) and she is 87. Yup, she has 2 years on me. I
love Lo because she is so free and honest. I thought I was but Lo reaches
out beyond. You can feel her attitude of, "I'm me and I don't give a sh__
what anyone thinks."

She'll say it just that way too. Boy can she swear. I heard cuss words I
never knew existed and if that is the way she feels, it's OK with me.  We
both have poor eyesight and she never proof reads. I'm getting there.

Lo's husband was a jazz musician and she occasionally plays some of
the most toe tapp'n jazz. I think some of it is his, some not.

Her writing is funny to the point of often putting me in hysterics.  Now
days, her health is not the best and she evidently spends more time in
bed and compains about it but in a very humorous way. Her posts have
bigger spaces inbetween and I don't know if her eyesight is good enough
for her to read many blogs. She used to read mine, I know and I do
appreciate that. I wish I had her gift for writing.

Her blog is "It's Always Something" in case you want to take a peek.

I just received a back order of a new watering can, a Peter Rabbit style
that does not leak water. I waited all summer for it and I can see why
everyone wants one. But get has a big sticker on the can that
says it has a 10 year guarantee. means I'm OK with it until
I'm 95. I suppose then, I'll have to get a new one. LOL
OMG...It's almost time for my exercise class on Skype and I have to do that on
Ms Priss New Computer. I have to get gussied up a little for that. LOL

Monday, August 11, 2014

Are Your Ducks in a Row?

It's good to see that someone has their ducks in a row. I've been trying to
do just that, all summer. But now the asters are beginning to bloom and 
that means summer's gone, kaput, finished, the end. Am I sad or a little
blue (like the Grumpster?) naw.......I'm ready to learn something new. 

I did learn a few tid-bits this summer that I'm tossing into my massive
tid-bit bag. I learned not to get too attached to neighbors..... they move.
Neighbors on all sides and neighbors next to the neighbors who move,
move. It's like dominos falling and I just moved back here.  Is it me? No,
I think they are all getting new agendas. I saw the new houses of 2 neighbors
and they are leaving their beautiful trees and moving into a treeless hot
lot. Oh well, perhaps the new houses have a sun porch BUT they
wouldn't need a sunporch with shade trees. Not my concern.

I'm always disappointed when liars pants don't explode in flames. That
would be the simple way to identify liars or the long nose trick. Both
would work equally well and we could cross the street, if we happened
to see one approaching but we woudn't want to get run over by an
oncoming fire truck trying to quench the pants.

It wasn't a plan to stay away from blogging all summer but it slowly evolved
as my delight in gardening gained momentum. I realize many of my bloggie
friends thought I had bit the dust... emote (I think that's the Arabic word).
Still kick'n, still going to post. I hope everyone had a delightful summer,
got lots of sunburn and did just whatever the heck pleases you.

Looking forward to visiting with you all, once again. Yay, it's good to
be back