Today is Monday. Some Mondays you need to take with a grain of salt. Or in this case, a block. Today is Monday in the sense that Monday’s are busy, practically non-productive, frustrating, evil and otherwise useless. Monday is the day you bury your old, until-this-point, faithful computer. Monday is the day your old, not-so-faithful phone starts crackling…
I’m considering investing in one of those daily pill holders as seen on every nursing home bedside table in the country. I don’t take any med’s but do believe in the power of vitamins. My daily routine of vitamins takes precious seconds out of my morning and rushes me, which endangers my life considering the…
Texas is getting pretty dusty which translates to I got pretty dusty Wednesday August 27th. Since I can feel my shorts getting a wee bit snug I walked a little farther than normal. And I even remembered to take a bottle of water along. Here is what I saw. I was more than pleased to…
Normally I am very keen on knowing exactly what breeds I have in my flock. Not that I’m concerned about genetics, no, any and all chicks that hatch on my little plot are bound to be Heinz 57. I just like to know so when people come over I can say “Oh, look! There is…
As I mentioned Wednesday I spent a considerable amount of time attempting to convert my flock into bona fide Southern Baptists. 3 hours to be exact. To be a Southern Baptist is quite simple. Love Jesus, act each day as a missionary on the field of life, don’t dance (at least when anyone is watching!) and…
I have a confession to make. Wednesday August 20th I walked. To my chicken pen. And took over 300 pictures of my chickens while attempting to covert them into Southern Baptists. Not sure if it worked….more on that Friday! And since I figured walking to my chicken pen didn’t qualify as “A Walk”, much as…
I woke up yesterday and thought to myself “Wow, I have a really large and shiny forehead” So I cut myself some bangs without so much as a by-your-leave. Ta Da! I pranced off to work thinking to myself I wonder what John will say? I wonder what Rob will say? I wonder what Addie…
Remember your first kiss? Paul G. our neighbor’s son who lived up the road, kissed me in his parents barn when I was 12 years old. I ran home, got in my closet, called my best friend and promptly gave her all the gory details. It was gross and grand all at the same time, my life would…
Some folks say “Chicken Brained” as if it were an insult. I happen to think chickens have quick albeit small minds with a remarkable ability to recall people, facts and sounds. Please don’t take me to be one of “those” animal people who go off the deep-end on such subjects. No, I think I keep…
My little sister has a good sense of humor. She bought me this a few years back for my birthday. It was good advice then and it is good advice now. Because you never know about those fairies lurking in the flower garden. Besides it makes me laugh. 🙂
The Wicked Chicken 