Huh. Was thinking of farm chores just now. I still have dreams about doing chores pretty regularly - usually I dream about being up in the hayloft, throwing hay or straw down for the cows to eat or sleep on. Knocking down hay or straw was kinda' fun - you could start little avalanches of the stuff. (We didn't bale our hay; we chopped it and blew it up into the barn in huge piles that reached the ceilings.) And if the hay piles were all hard to knock bits off, we'd use a hay-fork that had the tines bent 90 degrees to pull down hay above our heads.
Maybe someday I should just walk into some guy's dairy farm and ask if I can throw some hay down for the cows....
I gave Mister Kitty a bath. His fur was looking awful and the dandruff was bad. Thank god he is a cat who LOVES a blow dry. Still cranky and slightly damp, but he made out with the hairdryer.
When I was a kid, my best friend's brother (about 6) went through a vegetarian phase after learning that hamburgers came from cows. This lasted about a week until he realized that being a vegetarian meant having to eat his vegetables.
HA! That's pretty funny.
Noah, I think has already has inkling where his food comes from as we tend to say things like, "It's chicken! Bawk bawk!" Or "No, that's not bawk bawk chicken, that's pig chicken" (or cow chicken).
We're sorting clothes for consignment. this blows. I AM not doing this again. I don't think. Until it's time to sell the crib.
We're sorting clothes for consignment. this blows.
I dunno. I'm kind of envious. The one kids' consignment store I know of in SF went under the week before I got all our stuff sorted out. OTOH, I suppose our loss will be Kalliope's gain (it's all 6-18M stuff, so probably all too small for Gracie--though I do have some bigger girl things set aside for her as well; Matilda hasn't even had a chance to wear most of the warm weather stuff).
I just read so many posts... I am crazy out of practice. I don't think I can keep up this pace of posting so many times in a week if I'm going to insist that I actually follow along with the conversation. Anyway:
YAY, GRACE!
Elizabeth is a totally awesome name.
You guys and your meat talk have made me really hungry. And it doesn't help that I've been craving ribs for, like, a week and a half.
Where did Saturday go?
Oh, and thanks, ita, for all the awesome Alias memories! Good times.
Hi Alibelle!
I just tried some of the jarred Greek giant beans from Trader Joe's. These are really good.
I just saw that John Mayer is coming to Memphis for a concert and bringing Michael Franti and Spearhead with him. So conflicted about putting money in the douche's pockets in order to hear the opening act in person...
Maybe someday I should just walk into some guy's dairy farm and ask if I can throw some hay down for the cows....
Maybe see if there's a Crop Mob? [link]
When Christopher was five, his great grandmother took him out to collect eggs from their hen house. A chicken pecked him and they had chicken for dinner that night.
My grandmother had chickens and I never gathered eggs that I wasn't attacked. Every single freakin time. I don't ever want to see any type of animal suffer but I have no problem with people eating chicken. The first chicken that was eaten by a caveman was probably the result of the chicken just pissing him off so badly.
