Chicks are Hatching!

I have a handful of chicks hatching tonight.  I thought it would be a nice reprieve from the stress of the virus.  Pictures soon.  The great news is - I HAVE AT LEAST ONE LAVENDER.  Woot!

15 minutes of cute fluffy bunnies to calm everyone's nerves.

15 minutes of cute fluffy bunnies to calm everyone's nerves.

Total Recall - another story in an effort for a slight reprieve from all things virus

This was several years ago. Don't have the date, but it's been a good while. I do remember it very well, and Gregg still jokes about it.

I forgot my name the other day. I did. I mean, I know many of us joke about being so addled we forget our names, but really, have you ever actually done it? I introduced myself to someone the other night who was interested in their children joining our 4-H club. To be fair, I was at an event with my younger 4-Her’s AND their dogs - along with a building full of other people and their dogs, most of which were not trained. (Dogs either. Arr arr.) Anyway, I was spending most of my time trying to keep everyone alive. This lady approached me in the middle of it all. Here follows the conversation:

Me: Hello. I don't think we've met...

New Person: Hi! My name is Linda!

Me: Hi, Linda, my name is Rebekah!

My friend Patti, standing beside me, looks at me as if I need medical attention.

Me: Oh! I'm sorry! What was I thinking? That's not my NAME! My name is...

Cindy's Brain: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Patti: CIIINNDEE.

Me: Cindy! Oh my! Yes! Cindy! Rebekah is my DAUGHTER'S name...

Then I try to explain why I couldn't remember my own name, but when you've just met someone new and introduced yourself as your daughter, then needed second party assistance to come up with your OWN name… well… it's fairly unsalvageable at that point.

New Person: Ummmm.....I think someone's calling me.... ~ New person's dust trail exits across arena ~

I never saw her or her children again.

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We are PAUSING from all the virus fears and instead offering some chuckles. Here's another.

I'm just going to keep putting these things out here until things are better.

From 2011:

As you may have figured out by now, life is pretty crazy around here on any given day. So when I had to return the call of an important cu$tomer, it required some preparation. First, I alerted the fam to tell them they MUST BE QUIET and at least feign sanity for the next few minutes. Everyone is given a hairy eyeball Mama glare. I then head for the bedroom, close the door, head for the bathroom, close the door. I listen. Silence. SANCTUARY! I dial the number and stand at the window gazing out over my flocks. I am in my happy place.

The lady picks up and… Just as I say hello I see a FOX walking across the yard towards my chickens. “Hello,” I say, trying not to sound alarmed. “This is Cindy Lou Willson returning your call. Thank you for your interest in our Labrador Retrievers ...” Meanwhile I am throwing toothbrushes and such at Gregg trying to get his attention and mouthing the word FOOOOOXXXX!!!! Gregg blinks and stares at me, no doubt thinking I’m just having some new ... episode. The woman, being a normal person is still chatting away. I am half listening, whispering past my hand… GET THE GUN!!! Gregg is still looking at me blankly because HE CAN’T HEAR ME. The lady on the phone can though.

Lady: Hello? Is something wrong?

Me: Ummm… I’m sorry. We’re having a problem. I’ll have to call you back. CLICK!!!

So... Gregg gets the gun but by now the fox has high tailed it. No doubt to be back later for dessert. So. I sit down on the couch with the phone and redial the lady. Hello, she says…..

It turns out to be an answering machine. I attempt to leave a message but my words are drowned by a baby goat shrieking at the top of it’s lungs. I cannot describe to you how loud this sound really is. Rebekah has brought in a baby goat and it wants it’s bottle. It is SCREAMING. It sounds like someone is being murdered in my living room. Now, remember. I’ve just hung up on this woman after she’s heard me say, GET THE GUN. Now she has on her answering machine what must sound like someone screaming so violently and so loudly it is drowning out my voice. Why the police did not show up on my front door step, I have no idea. In any event, the lady never called back. Go figure.

  

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And now a PAUSE from all the virus fears...

I figure with all the … everything lately, I’m going to start going back into my old notes and Christmas Letters and post some of my stories.  It might give some a needed chuckle and take our minds off OTHER things.  So.  Here we go.  I hope you enjoy.  This is way back from 2005.  I will post at least one story a day. <3  Everyone HOLD ON.  It's GOING TO BE OKAY.  In the mean time - I hope this brings a chuckle. 

From 2005.
In April, Rebekah accosted the mall Easter Bunny. That was kind of interesting.   We think w/ intense therapy he, our children, and the children in line behind us, should recover.  Maybe.   

Rebekah went up to sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap, and in the process noticed something alarming.  She noticed when she looked inside the Easter Bunnies MOUTH she saw a MAN.  She saw a man who was, at least apparently in her mind, trapped or partially eaten.  Sort of like Jonah, only different.  She then decided this man needed saving and proceeded to extricate him. 

Now once Rebekah gets onto something, especially something of THIS caliber, it is very difficult to redirect her.  She was DETERMINED to remove his head.  And I don’t mean maybe.  I think his feet actually lifted off the ground as she gave one last heroic tug before I (and the fairly horrified helper Bunnies) grabbed her.  

I’m fairly certain we have been banned for life from the Egg Court.   I spent the rest of the car ride home trying to “explain.”  The guy in the rabbit suit is probably in traction.   Hopefully they didn't get our names.

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I have well and truly crossed the line into chicken insanity.

Since my no account so called rooster is so unsuccessful at breeding his hens, I have in desperation resorted to using AI.  Which involves collecting sperm from him and depositing it to the hens manually.  I can't believe I just typed this much less have attempted.  I'll let you know how it goes.  I may need some type of therapy after this.  I know the rooster will.