Just For You

Whether you’re celebrating single-awareness day or just wishing those chocolates could also be good for you, here’s a couple valentines to give you a good laugh!   Hey, how do you know he’s not a prince? And here’s a sweet little manic-strawberry… Isn’t it nice to be wanted? My NinChicks would never let themselves be outdone by a

If Cats in the Christmas Tree is too Old Hat for you…

I promised myself I woudn’t hatch any chicks after the first of November.  For one thing, I knew I’d need to clear out all chick and incubator occupied corners to make room for the Christmas stuff.  For another, I wanted to make sure I’d be ready to hatch in the spring–even if our crazy birds’

A Handmade Parade…of Voters?

Republican, Democrat, Independent, undecided, rabidly sure, die-hard party loyalist–is anybody else sick to death of this election?  I never answer the phone anymore without attempting to use my nonexistent psychic powers to tell if this is someone calling about chickens, or a recording blasting me with political speak.  Even our family discussions seem to be

Pardon the long silence, I’ve been taken by zombies

As I write this I am listening to the sickening shuffle and stomp of the zombies as they walk across the boards over my head.  They’ve stuffed me in the crawl space and locked the door.  Most of you were eaten before they caught up to me.  Since they like their…’meat’…fresh, they’re keeping me alive

Smokin’ Smokies

It’s funny, when I think of our trip to Great Smokies National Park and Gatlinburg, I think of tears and burning, despite my rating it one of our best trips ever!  No one cried while we climbed up to Ramsey Cascades except my legs and feet, which whimpered the last 2 miles!  Logging in at a strenuous 12.75, this

Releasing My Inner Alligator

Lots of people nowadays have a bucket to do thing–a never-ending list of all the fabulous things they wanna do before they die.  I’ve decided on a list of things I wanna do before I’m an official, can’t-deny-it-anymore grownup and turn Forty.  Any Freudians out there, please refrain from drawing any conclusions about my perspective on