Tonight, there will be wine and seafood.
aaaaahhhhh God... I do miss Florida seafood sometimes- but I goota say, Pacific wild salmon does tend to make up for loss of grouper....stuffed with cheese, mushrooms and crab meat- but not being able to get deviled crab up here is an evil that must be destroyed...lol
What has gotten into them?
What's next? Bob Seger?
There is something satisfying about clicking that "INDUCT" link...
...I don't know why that is...
In some cases, it's as satisfying as hitting the "Boot" button. ;)
I have yet to do that. Being in House Eternal, I might never do that.
Well I'm glad I gave you the chance for satisfaction :D
...it wouldn't happen to be that surge of power and control now, eh?
THE POWER OF LINKS AND PHP!
...it's really relaxing to let the chickens out of the pen and watch them roam the yard, scratching in the grass and leaves, even playing... just, being chickens. Which, really, is all they can be.
Except, tasty in barbecue sauce, but I digress...
I didn't realize just how freaked out all three kids are about the rooster of the coop. If he was out of the pen, they would hide from him. If he walked toward them, all three of them would run. They insisted on keeping themselves armed with hockey sticks or brooms in case he got to close. Trying to explain to them, it is the "weapon" they're carrying that will make him be mean was not well received.
Meanwhile I cleaned the coop, inspected the hens for any sores or injuries caused by the winter - he didn't like it when I picked up the hens, but he didn't attack or get mean.
We're going to get 3 or 4 more hens about 2 weeks from now. The kids' mom is trying to leverage, if we get more hens the rooster goes in a pot. I just don't think having one rooster around is a bad thing - the four of them just have to understand chickens a little better. He keeps the hens in line - when they wander the yard the hens rarely wander far from him, which is great for being able to corral them when needed.
Just get the rooster to follow some food back to the coop.
That and it's nice to hear the crowing. I know that sounds strange, but I grew up with it. Usually multiple roosters, crowing all day.
It gives me a warm feeling when I hear it.
As I said to them a dozen times today, he's a chicken, not a monster and he's not a person. Understand he views the hens as his and we're the intruders. If he feels trapped, then he'll be aggressive. Otherwise just give him his space and understand how his mind works.
He's a chicken, not a pet. Being a chicken is all he will ever know.
Chickens are good people.
Try raising Turkeys.. It's not fun at all! :( They're evil little buggers.
This sounds lovely...except for the digression. But I digress. It sounds peaceful and...right.
Is this supposed to be funny, because I find this increadibly funny. *wanders off chuckling*
Don't tell anyone but... I miss the rooster that use to be around here. He lead me to watching several sunrises that I would of missed.
...my mother used to make Sloppy Joe's from scratch. No manwich or anything like that - actual combination of ingredients in a pot and cooked.
Going only by the taste I remember from so long ago, I believe I replicated it pretty damn well tonight.
Regardless if I did, it was damn good. Heh.
...my journal entry about starting a fight had nothing... NOTHING to do with Morri. It just so happened that I posted it right before I scared her in the shower and she posted her journal entry about getting revenge.
Then others made a comment about it... so Morri and I decided to play-fight over journal entries last night. Normally when we've done that in the past, only those who know us and talk to us pay any attention. No, it's not drama, it's not attenion seeking, it's just our way of trying to lighten the mood.
Please - pubic hair in her conditioner? *gag*
It was going to get worse from there but work curtailed my side of the fight...
Those that do know us know we tend to be goofy with each other - especially on here.
so lighten up a bit - have some fun folks.
It was pretty funny and you can tell you two were being sarcastic about it. Some people just are too wound up on the inside. Ha
But all joking aside... I will get you back for that.
lol well at least it wasn't a real fight. *sneaks a pink sharpie to morri behind my back* I mean honestly!
Being goofballs is fun.
...I'm really missing the travel. Feeling almost homesick about getting on a plane and going somewhere.
I was just thinking about this little restaurant in Louisville - Ramsi's Cafe on the World. Such an ecclectic and diverse menu. One of the biggest menus I've ever seen.
The lampchops were incredible. The homemade hummus, incredible. The piaya, incredible. And for a moderate budget you could get more than any human could eat. Literally, ANY human.
I need to get on the road again...
Come on down... you know you want to. How much can it be for a ticket for two? And if it is on the weekend you can have company. ;)
I will even buy you dinner.... Think of those melt in your mouth chops... ;)
I second that- and I'll buy the wine...lol
It's turning into a fight. You want a fight? BRING IT ON!!!!
May the best woman win! ;)
I mean...let the best person win.
Either someone is going to get the living SHIT kicked out o them.
Or there is going to be a great deal of erotic wrestiling going on somewhere in the North 40.
hmmmmm I put my money on the in the right corner! :D
...I used to lurk a lot here. I rarely do these days.
I don't even recall why I ever lurked to begin with. I really don't care if people know I'm online.
I certainly know why I lurk.
I lurk to hide my shame.
I lurked once or twice... I missed the attention.
Sometimes you feel like a lurk...Mmmhmm...sometimes you don't. ;)
....when I look to the right I see it extend to the horizon, almost endlessly.
When I look to the left, there is a sharp curve, just a little way away.
I want to go see what is around that curve.
...the concept of a soul is an interesting one to me. It can hold so many different definitions - many very unique to each individual.
Perhaps not obvious to all, but I tend to dismiss the religious concept of the soul, as being the part of a person that moves on to a different life after mortal death. For me, that theology holds no weight.
I try to not even use the term soul, simply because so many in our society view it with this definition; I know my own views will be lost on them. I've even gone as far to define myself as "soulless," although I know as a definition of myself and what it means to me, that isn't true.
I feel I have a soul - in a meaningful way, something that is deeper and more tangible for this life than it is something to pass on to another.
At least, not in a religious definition of life-ever-after.
More accurately and less abstractly, it is the love I have for those around me. My family, my friends, my children - that is the center of my soul. The essence of who I am. My efforts to better myself, better the world and leave a positive, lasting impression on everything and everyone I come in contact with.
But lately, I feel like I've have fallen very short of being that person - as if my soul is a lie, or perhaps, I've been lying to it. And not just through recent events and behaviors, but even reflecting back on who I once was; the person I grew up from.
It is often difficult to reconcile the past with the present while working toward the future. I feel as if I'm at a crossroads and unable to choose which path to take simply because I can see all the wrong turns I once took.
So maybe I'll just sit here a while and wait to see if guidance comes to me with the changing of the seasons...
Haven't written in here in a while, because, honestly, I don't have enough to write about.
No want for writing just for the heck of it. No need to speak about anything happening in life right now.
As always, there is good and bad.
At least I started getting to the Y in the mornings this week as I've said I was going to for the past three weeks. A step in the right direction.
...and I've only answered one question.
The only question I've even seen.
They way others made this sound, it was a non-stop barrage of questions and, well... more or less, ridiculousness.
Hardly the case, thusfar.
Morri wanted crabcakes... who am I to argue?
*heads for the wine*
...almost there. After this next step, the climb gets higher, steeper and more challenging.
Morri is home! YAY!!!!!
...making some distance and movin' on up.
"actually got downrated because of the music&background on my profile"
Well... think about it. Isn't that what the rate is about? The member isn't downrating YOU as a person, just your profile.
And it's a number... a number that states an opinion. That is all. Not the end of the world. Nothing that will keep you from getting your dream job or securing financing on a new car...
And since when can we satisfy everyone? You can't. Your profile should speak to who you are - an extension of you, in your own unique style.
Don't worry about the rates...
Here's the funny part:
that person was in HER COVEN!
Can you imagine what would happen if you downrated people in your own coven?
bwa ha ha ha ha!
This place ALWAYS entertains me.
I wouldn't know... I'm in a House where the vast majority of members are laid back enough to laugh at each other, with each other and rate what we feel...
And I've never been anywhere else.
Covens just seem... too uptight for my blood. No pun intended, of course.
I really don't think these people understand what rating means.
"I'm not universally loved by people, they fucking suck."
The air was warm this weekend and thick with irony.
Buffalo plans a winter carnival. Of course, it got so warm for the weekend they had it planned that the Labatts Pond Hockey Tournament had to be cancelled because the ice became unsafe due to the temperatures.
Go, go global warming!
...not a criticism or meant to be an attack by any means, but reading Eleanna's journal and her story of her daughter covering herself with felt-tip tattoo's...
...obviously the timing, just before school, wasn't the best of times for such an experiment. And it doesn't sound like Eleanna was really upset with her, just more worried about her daughter's appearance. It's quite alright to be a parent that takes pride in having your children looking clean and well taken care of.
But this is a great example of how kids live and learn what they see from their parents. Even in the most simple of terms - Eleanna has tattoos, I'm fairly confident of that. One appears to be visible in her avatar.
So, mom has tattoos. Tattoos must be cool. Her child wants to be like mom and have tattoos. Simple. I'm not saying this is a bad thing; it is just an example of how kids emulate their parents.
Mom and/or dad smoke... child wants to be like mom and/or dad... child grows up to be a smoker.
I'll stop with the examples. I'm sure you get it.
The point is, set the example for your children that you wish to become. Even the smallest of details; they see it, they learn it... and they will live it.
Hey man, nothing wrong with wanting to look as cool as mom ;)
I am an exception, don't admire mom that much.
Thanks for that comment birra, and yes think most people would be surprised just how much children take in at a young age, foe example violence in the home, when someone says " the child was always in bed, they never saw anything" or things like that, they take in EVERYTHING!lol
I have tons of tattoos, but my son NEVER wants one :P That's good- because I wish I could get rid of all mine. He probably doesn't because 1. pain and 2. doesn't want to deal with regret later.
Both my parents smoked until I was 17, my brother 15. Daddy stopped then, Mom didn't stop untill years later, when they discovered she needed heart surgery. She died a few months later.
My brother smokes like a chimney. I personally have never taken up the habit. Two kids, same household, two different views. Go figure.
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