I don't know how to react to the chicken. They are really good at eating wasps.

Don't tell my dad, or he'll want one as a pet. (And my mother's cat will never come out from under the bed again!)

No, I meant specifically on FB. How am I supposed to know Mrs. Whatever is someone I went to elementary school with?

Birds gotta get that protein somewhere. Even hummingbirds eat bugs. Tiny ones, as far as I know, but still.

How am I supposed to know Mrs. Whatever is someone I went to elementary school with?

I'm saying.

I realized that early on with Facebook, so I added my maiden name in the middle to make it clear.

I can't hear about chickens without thinking of, "I got a thing about chickens," from Angel Heart.

>And sometimes cannibals.

I learned about this from The Social Network.

yep chickens are nasty.

I am tired and I need to go to bed as soon as mac is done showering and I can do the same, but I also want to watch AHS and/or drink a pina colada. hmm

Also a chicken appeared at my house this afternoon. Not a nice roasted chicken, but a living walking one.

Ahahahah! That's my life you are living, I swear. I am terrified that the robin parents will get killed. Because I can and have raised baby birds, and I feel responsible for the robins now. Thankfully, the parents seem savvy.

Camel imagery=big bladder. Doesn't translate to remaining hydrated in times of wont.

The women I see on FB who are connected through my sister back in Pennsylvania all have their maiden names as well as their married names, but that makes sense since these are people I known since before grade school. Many of them are grandmothers, so the tradition has staying power.

ION, we had some of the cutest kids from Newark volunteer today. It was a golf club, of all things. There were three boys I absolutely fell in love with. We didn't get a heck of a lot done, but it was such a pleasure to get to spend time with them. I am developing a serious bias against priveledge kids, what with the differences between attitudes between the inner city kids and the private school -pardon me- d-bags. Sure, some of the kids today were Sad Sallys, but so many were joyous and hard working (even the Sad Sallys), whereas the private school kids it's a warfare against cellphone use and actually getting them to work.

We put on a sprinkler at the end and told them to go for it. A couple of the boys were completely soaked by the end of it. One of them said "I'm so . . . happy" after being doused. A couple of the SS were just introverts that I caught on film creeping towards the camera until they were sticking out their tongue along with everyone else throwing out signs and mugging it up for the camera.

And it feels so close to one of my earlier majors at college, which was training me for, amongst other things, dealing with kids-at-risk.

It's nuts and probably bad for me but not unusual.

I did read somewhere when I was in high school that a) it was a normal abnormal thing for girls to hold it extra long and b) it could MOVE YOUR OVARIES. I had about half an hour worth of freakout and went back to minimising trips to the loo.

I have considered my nephritic tubules to be hyper-efficient, but I also know that hydration is one of the most effective things I can do to fight migraines, so I use the cue of wanting to moisturise my lips as a cue to drink something--as long as I'm not trying to one up my bladder.