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Warning: this post will likely be neither edifying nor an example of virtue, but if you would like to hear some of my candid thoughts, this is the place. Pet peeves are sometimes funny. I recently discovered a pet peeve of mine. I realized i was having this discovery while i was nearly yelling at a professional/customer service type person on the phone. My husband, James, and i recently applied for the services of a particular company. The service details don't matter; what does matter is that the personnel associated with said company had in front of him all of my and my husband's vital information, including full name and so forth. The other evening, the phone rang, and i answered. me: Hello other person: Hello, this is so-n-so with such-n-such company, calling about blah blah blah. It seem there was a misunderstanding in regard to Jim's whatever. me: his name is James . there was no misunderstanding; i spoke with so-n-so and also with so-n-so, and we're goin...

If you are interested in the chicken aspect of my life, i would like to redirect you to Chicken Chat . I will be putting my chicken updates over there on a little cooperative blog between myself and a few local chicken loving friends. There's also a great chicken short story over there that is very fun reading. It's called Little Cowboy's Big Adventure. Check it out.

I keep seeing this advertisement for mywebface.com that claims you can create a cartoon picture of yourself. The advertisement shows real-life photos next to their cartoon recreations that are spitting images. So, i was a little "off task" this evening and decided to give it a shot. I really really spent some time trying to find the right mouth and the right nose...all the just right matching facial features. It lets you change the position of the facial features, make them bigger or smaller and so on. It is very versatile considering. But, can you pick my cartoon out of a line-up? I doubt it. A couple of notes.....if you're a plus sized woman, you get your choice of exactly one outfit. It's an empire waist dress, with tights and baby doll shoes (or that's what i call them). Thankfully, i could crop out that horrible outfit. The actual shape of the face just barely changed between options, and adding a double chin wasn't in there. So i did the best i...

This is me. I'm pretty sure i was two. I'm wearing my Daddy's sun glasses, my Daddy's cowboy hat, and my Daddy's Cowboy boots (with my pink flower shorts and matching red and blue tank of course). Do you know why? Because my Daddy is the coolest, biggest, strongest, most caring, smartest, wonderful daddy in the whole wide world. I love you Daddy! Happy Father's Day!

Most recently, i might have led you to expect some entertaining chicken adventures to be told in the near future. And in truth, i did intend to tell you some. But sometimes, present adventures take precedence over formerly entertaining adventures, and the latter lose their vigor. Or something like that. In the past week, i have lost 3 of my six chickens, to predators who were given easy advance by our lack of preparation. We believe the evil cowardly woodland creatures to be raccoons, for whom i no longer have any affection. Two of our birds, Rosie and Renegade, were taken without any sign of a struggle sometime Thursday night. The third, Hawkeye, was attacked Friday night. It seemed possible that she might beat the odds and overcome her injury, but today it became apparent that she would not get better but worse, and we had to "let her go." Sorry to be so cryptic. I'm feeling sort of cryptic. So anyway, my former adventures that i planned to tell you are not so e...

O.k., whenever i wrote last, i rambled on and on about my chickens, posted one little picture of the cat at the end of my post, and got 4 million comments on how cute the cat is(exaggeration inserted for emphasis) and one combo compliment on office, chickens, and cat. So i have come to understand that "my readers," whatever that means, might not be as entranced with my beautiful and truly amazing chickens as i am. Thus i feel the need to explain. After working in the worlds of offices and paperwork for 10 plus years, last August, i was promoted to the position of Full Time Homemaker. This is a position for which i had NO experience. However, Full Time Homemaker is a position i have dreamed of for much of my adult life. Now, i know what you might be thinking. And i didn't want to be a full time homemaker just so i could sit on my toosh. While the sick time benefits are outstanding, being a homemaker, to me, means much more than cleaning the house and making dinner. Wh...

Well, i took pictures of my chickens for you 3 1/2 weeks ago. And i think someone is sneaking steroids into their food when i'm not looking because they are gigantic. And they seem to grow faster as time goes on. It's probably hard to tell from my pictures, but i don't think i expected them to get this big as full grown adults, and they're 10 1/2 weeks old right now. They don't like it, but i try to make a habit of picking them up and looking them over once a week-ish or so. And they are getting HEAVY! They're also very pretty close up. I know, chickens aren't supposed to be pretty. But they are! Their feathers are so soft, and it's fascinating to look at how they grow. Who but God would've thought of that? While i was typing this post, i was looking at my older pictures of the chicks, and i got the idea to put one of the girls in the pen that we had them in when we first got them. So i had to go chase chickens and isolate one (she got prett...