Chicken Run!

some neighbor's chickens

 Last night Moshe and I watched "Chicken Run".  He had seen it before, but I hadn't.  Goodness, did we ever laugh! (Or, should I say "cackle"?)   One of the silly lines was a comment from a rooster, saying that a particular hen was "poultry in motion".  And, of course, that reminded me that I haven't blogged jokes for a while.

      #1: Q: What is a chicken's ghost called?   A: A poultry geist

     #2: Q: What do you call a movie about poultry?  A: A chick flick

more  neighbor's chickens

     #3: Q: Who was the world's fiercest chicken?  A: Attila the Hen

     #4: Q: How do poultry farmers seal a business deal?  A: With a warm hen shake

     #5: Q: Name three poultry games.  A: Quack-Gammon, Crow-Quet, and Chinese Chickers

     #6: Q: What do you call a chicken who wears a bell on her necklace:  Q: An alarm cluck

     #7: Q" What do chickens serve at birthday parties?  A: Coop-cakes

Moshe's comment: "Do these feathers make my butt look big?"

     #8: Q: Which day of the week do chickens hate?  A: Fry-Day

     #9: Q: How do chickens bake a cake?  A:  From scratch

    #10: Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?  A: To show the possum that it CAN be done!

    #11: Q: Why did the chicken cross the playground?  A: To get to the other slide.

    #12:  Q: Why did the turkey cross the road?  A: To prove he wasn't chicken.

    #13: Q: Why didn't the chicken skeleton cross the road?  A: He didn't have the guts.

    #14:  Q: Why did the chicken cross the basketball court?  A: He heard the referee calling fowls.
             
               Okay, okay...  Enough with the groaning...  You  KNOW you laughed at some of them!

                          Shalom Y'all - Twyla
 

Busy, but Blessed

One of my watercolors...

     Wow.  I can hardly believe it's Thursday already.  Where did the time go?
     Okay; Tuesday was my birthday, and I was gone almost all day.  Among other things, Moshe and I went out for a late lunch.  We went to a wonderful local restaurant.  Even though we live up in the mountains, "ten miles from nowhere", there is a REAL restaurant in our little town, with a REAL chef, and REAL food - everything made on location.  Wonderful. We savored every bite and every moment. We even brought home a doggie bag for Moxie and salad greens for the chickens.
     Wednesday was a trip to the Farmer's Market.  It's about a thirty-minute drive one way.  We purchased more apples, sorghum syrup, and Jerusalem artichokes.  On the way home we stopped at a roadside stand "to get an onion", and came home with a fifty pound bag of them.  I also have a big basket of local pears that a neighbor gave us over the weekend...
     Soooo... today is definitely a food prep/canning/drying/freezing kind of day. I'm going to plug in the portable CD player and sing along as I work.  Moshe has a big list of chores, too. Lots of projects for building more storage shelves, fixing a leaky toilet valve, finishing the shelves for our dehydrator.  Life is always busy and interesting around here.
     I have the best husband in the world. Are we perfect? No. Absolutley not. But, we are a great team. When we have a problem, we talk it out, work it out. We are committed to each other. As Moshe said yesterday, "We have our problems just like everyone else, but, I took my wedding vows seriously."
     Busy but blessed.  That's me.
                                                         Shalom y'all - Twyla

Moshe & Me... dressed up silly for a birthday party

The Party Dog

Moxie, the party dog, wore her hat for a couple hours.  Good dog.



          Yesterday we drove down the mountain - again.  This time it was for a birthday party.  Lots of relatives.  Tons of food;  ridiculous amounts, in fact, not that I am complaining...  Wow.  What a table, loaded with every person's specialty.  I  didn't even taste everything.  But, what I had was delicious. The party was at lunchtime, and we ate so much that when we got back home, we didn't bother with supper. It was so good to see relatives I hadn't seen in two or three years! 

          I drove the trip home, and Moshe and Moxie both dozed while I drove us back up the mountain.  We arrived home before dark, which is always preferable for me. After doing the few necessary evening chores, we simply collapsed into bed ,  and watched an old Disney movie.  We got more entertainment than we 'd bargained for... Towards the end of the birthday lunch, I realized that the young kids were sneaking all kinds of food to Moxie under the table.  Although Moxie eats "people food" with almost every meal, we eat natural, organic, good, REAL food.; she doesn't ordinarily get any sort of processed food, fried stuff, sweets, etc.  Oh, boy,  she had gas !  Sheesh!  I'm glad her little bed is on the floor next to Moshe's side/not mine!!!  Poor dog.  She was still "having emission control problems" this morning. (Somebody call the EPA... please!)

"I'd like one more spring roll, please... Oh, and another piece of cake."

                                           Shalom Y'all - Twyla

  

My Daughter's Birthday

     Wow.  33 years ago today, after less than 3 hours of labor, my sweet little baby girl was born.  She was born smiling and bright-eyed, and remains the same to this day.  Happy birthday, Melody!
     When Melody was 3 years old, I made her a doll, Nancy.  I also made them matching outfilts - royal blue & white flower-print dresses with royal blue & white dotted pinafores.  A couple years later, I made new outfits for them both - emerald green dresses with pinafores made of "My Melody" fabric, a  pink, white, and emerald green print, bought at the "Hello Kitty" store. (When we discovered the "My Melody" character at the Hello Kitty store, we HAD to have the lunchbox, the stickers, the tote bag, etc., etc., etc.)
     Melody still has Nancy.  Nancy has been through many events of life. Births and deaths. College days. Marriage.  City living and country living. Poor Nancy was getting worse-for-wear, so, Melody decided to wash her.  In the washing machine.  Poor Nancy!  Her embroidered face was almost gone. Several of her joints had come apart, and her stuffing was missing.  Her hair was terribly tangled.  One foot was completely missing!  Oh, my!  Melody asked me to fix her...

     So, I've been working on Nancy for a month or so now... She is back to her happy little self, has new feet (made out of an actual pair of Melody's baby socks!), and a new outfit.  I'm going to re-give Nancy to Melody today for her birthday.  Can't wait to see the reaction.


                                          Nancy after her "makeover".  Doesn't she look happy?
                                                      Shalom Y'all, Twyla