I just found this post I never published from 2015. It made me miss my chickens. A LOT. I don’t miss the 5:00 a.m. crowing. I don’t miss late night bumblefoot operations. I don’t miss giant chicken snakes (or small chicken snakes for that matter). I don’t miss chicken poop. I don’t miss panic attacks whenever I saw a stray dog, soaring hawk or prowling bobcat. I don’t miss nasty chicken waterers. I don’t miss unexpected funerals. Raccoon attacks. Rooster fights.
Every time I think about time in terms of a year, I think about the theme song from Rent. Which I’ve never actually seen but I know all the songs. Because I’m nerdy like that. It goes like this…….. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.…
My family and I recently returned from our annual elk hunting trip. It was one for the books, in so many ways. More on that in another post. On my way home, a good friend, who knows the trouble I have saying “NO” sent me this picture. My first thought was this is a great…
Do you ever feel like if you don’t speak, write or scream you may explode? And you’re not exactly sure what you want to say? Or write? Or scream? That’s how I’ve felt most of this pleasant Sunday morning. Something itching under the surface, roiling under the skin and slamming around the edges of my skull. It’s maddening actually, because it isn’t tangible. It’s just……there.
Life can get pretty ordinary. Work, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. It can drive someone insane, if they stop long enough to think about it. As Johann von Goethe said “A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.” Although in 2020, I don’t think there have been very many days that could be…
Breakfast sandwich on the fly! So delicious. I paused long enough to snap a photo before wolfing it down on my commute.
After a couple of months of zero cheating, I was really hankering for something sweet. Just a friendly little nibble while everyone else lapped up their ice cream or smoothies or whatever.
If you’ve ever traveled thru the Lone Star State, you’ve probably run into someone wearing a Lone Star Feed & Fertilizer hat. This 4th generation family-owned feed and fertilizer company, based in Nacogdoches, Texas, is arguably more famous for their hats than the great feed products they’ve been producing for the last 90 years.
Hey y’all, happy Monday. I know it’s Monday because I have a job that hasn’t been canceled, for that I am grateful. You know what else I am grateful for? Crepes. Crepes are one of my favorite things ON EARTH. They are light, lovely bits of heaven on a breakfast plate. You can have them…
I suck at math. On a primal, dismal, below the surface level. Adding and subtracting are important so you can check your bank accounts. Fractions are important when you’re baking cakes. Simple fractions that is, like 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 and MAYBE a sneaky 1/3 or 2/3 if you feel like getting fancy. Division is important…
The Wicked Chicken 