Janie came to visit me today! She's the first Vox person that's ever come to my house (You're all more than welcome, you know, but no, everybody's gotta be stuck up and not plan their vacations and business trips around me.).
I got to show her my chicks..but totally forgot to show her how they come running like maniac chickens, falling all over each other, when I yell "Here kitty, kitty!"
After that, I made her take me downtown because when people come to visit, I enjoy it when they chauffeur me around town. Not really (but if anyone wants to offer!), I still haven't gotten the air conditioner fixed in my car, because I'm lazy like that, so she was nice enough to drive.
We went to an area in Norfolk called Ghent. That's where my house, that Nathan's gonna buy me when I'm old lives, as well as tons and tons of pretty and very large old houses reside. If you ever find yourselves there, the one on the corner of Freemason and Botetourt is mine so keep your paws off. You can have the one across the street or next door if you want. Just don't forget to get yourself a maid, though, nobody wants to have to clean houses that big unless they're being paid.
From there, we walked to the Norfolk Pagoda for lunch. One, because the building looks cool as hell, two because Nathan's been bugging the crap out of me to eat there. Well, the food turned out to be kind of just OK and Thank God we didn't take DeWitte with us! Not because of meh food but because the server had more cleavage than Pamala Anderson in the her honeymoon video. And not the impressive chin pinching kind of cleavage, either..the falling out kind of cleavage. DeWitte would have had to eat lunch under the table. Every time she bent over our table, I was ready to catch them, should they fall out and into my veggie wrap. Or worse, I was worried when she bent over near Nathan that they'd fall out and poke him in the eye. I'd hate to have him develope cleavage phobia before he's even out of the starting gate!
After more walking and lots of talking and being chauffeur home, Janie left to pick up Steve from work (that's why she's here, Steve is on a business trip). I had a ton of fun and if anyone else wants to come visit, I promise to try to keep the cleavage to a minimum, unless cleavage is what your after, than I know just the place!
Chicks 6 weeks old..
This is Pearl (our soup names went out the window when we built the Poop Coop)..People seem to like her the best. I think because she was the cute little yellow chick everybody pictures when then think of chicks..
Lizzy used to be my favorite..
but she's getting more stuck up the older she gets so now my favorite is Flo..
She's got Farrah feathered feathers, she's a complete pig and she likes me :D Or, she likes my corn, anyway. I'll take either. (I didn't notice that Nathan was naming them after characters from Cars until he wanted to name one Sally.)
Esther is DeWitte's chicken.
He picked her out and she's the only one he knows by name just by looking at her.
Mildred is the reason they're all gonna stay locked up in their run and coop until they learn to put themselves to bed at night..
Oh and now I know why they refer to scared people as "chicken". My chickens are scared of everything! Yesterday, I put pine shavings in the run and they all huddled in the corner for almost an hour, like the shaving were face eating monsters.
Episodes of Lost In Space. (That Dr. Smith's a real asshole.), Uno and cars..
So, I'm at the grocery store the other day. Behind the deli counter, one of the bag men (he's probably my age, maybe a little bit older), passes out cold, hits his head on the tile, blood everywhere. They call an ambulance, the dudes still out, the ambulance gets there, the guy is still never regains conciseness, even with the poking and prodding. The paramedics ask a bunch of questions, bandage up his head, call his family and take him away.
The manager follows the paramedics out of the store. He walks back in as the ambulance is pulling away, shakes his head and states, rather loudly "Well, I guess we don't have a bagger for tonight. Nice!"
Dang...I'm glad I don't work for him!
The bag man is back at work so I guess he's ok now.
I'll play by the rules today. :P
Loathes..
None. Oh wait, that's not true, I still hate Sponge Bob.
Loves..
The chickens will be out of my house by the weekend. It's not that it's bad having them in here, they don't smell or anything like that, they're just really, really messy and the big green monster (the vacuum) almost gives them a heart attack every day. The run is 99% done and as predator proof as we could make it. I'll post pictures when it's finished (because I know you care!).
I realized the other day that I know nothing about boys and puberty. I grew up with 598 sisters but not a brother in sight. I asked DeWitte but he just put his fingers in his hears and rolled into a fetal position so I looked it up myself. Ha, I now know all things concerning boys and puberty..bring it!
DeWitte's coming home early from his business trip, yay!. But while he was gone, I got to use his dishwasher. That's like running with scissors. Hopefully, I didn't break it or I'll never hear the end of it.
Fresh, homegrown tomatoes from the farmers market. I don't think there's a bigger treat on the planet. In only a couple weeks, I'll be able to get time out of my own back yard..I can't wait!
The $200 we spent on that riding lawnmore from Craigs list. Seriously, best $200 we ever spent. Nathan cuts the grass more often than a retired old man. Now if we could only find a riding weed eater it's be like having our own private lawn service.
There's a black swallowtail butterfly laying eggs on my dill.
(Not my picture)
I'm not sure whether to be grossed out or awed. I do know it's time to break out the butterfly house, plant some dill in there and watch the life cycle in action (I'll transfer the caterpillars after they hatch). Stuff like that is so much fun! (See..I was born to be a mother. I get as much enjoyment out of it as Nathan does...sometimes I think, maybe more.)
I'm bucking the system, marching to my own drummer, taking the road less traveled, rebelling. I'm doing a Tuesday thing on Thursday..that's how I roll!
Loathes..
Kelly S is in town and I won't be able to see her. I thought she was gonna be here next week and made plans already. And just think of the power we could have thrown around. Two PTA presidents in the same place. We could have made people do anything we wanted.
LOVES..the photo edition
The Magical,Wonderful, Whimsical, Handicapped Poop Coop is done! (Just ignore this if you saw it on Facebook..though it is the best looking chicken coop on the planet.).
The run side..
Nathan played in the talent show at school today and didn't choke..he must take after DeWitte.
I've given a lot of well deserved teacher gifts through out the years but I've never had a teacher give me one (My Sexy Librarian gave me a plant but I don't know if she qualifies as a teacher since she's a Media Specialist..but I still think Sexy Librarian sounds better.).
Nathan's teachers gave me a school survival kit because I'll be spending so much time there next year..
And the thing I'm loving the most?
I never would have thought I'd be happy that schools out..but damn, I'm tired!
Thats been broken into. Wow.
This was in front of a store I went to to by trellis netting today (I'm gonna start selling that stuff...it was almost impossible to find!). I wonder who'd be that desperate for worms? Or maybe it was a heavily frequented live bait vending machine and they broke it open for the cash..either way, WEIRD!
