When I saw this amongst the magazines at Walmart yesterday, my first thought was, “Chickens? Really? A whole magazine devoted to chickens?” And then I thought of Kris! You get this magazine, don’t you Kris? You can tell us. It’s just us! Do you need a chicken intervention? Hee-hee.
I have a few crochet things going at the moment. Who knows which ones will stick and I will finish. This is the beginnings of a throw.
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Some Links
1. I made a couple of THESE yesterday. I made a black one and a white one.
2. I made THIS RECIPE last night. They were good, but not as good as I thought they’d be. The crescent rolls are a little too sweet and they kind of just disintegrated in the au jus.
3. I bought THIS BOOK yesterday and started it last night. So far it’s just so-so, but I on got through the first chapter. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about since I really enjoyed reading the Twilight books.
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I was sitting in my bedroom the other night doing a crossword puzzle and minding my own business. I stay in there a lot when The Captain is working. It feels weird sitting in the living room in the evenings when he’s not here.
This is a picture of where I sit in my bed and crochet, read, watch tv, read blogs on my laptop, etc. See all my mess all around me. I have to have all my stuff and the ever-present coffee or water cup with a lid. I have to have a lid (or a sippy cup as The Captain calls it) because I spill things constantly. You can see that when this particular picture was taken, I was making the girl Amineko Cat. Sammi is also always there. The others come and go.
ANYWAY, as I said, I was minding my own business when all of the sudden…WHAM! Something hit my bedroom window really hard (in the back yard). I froze and I felt adrenaline spread through my body straight down to my feet. Fletch started barking. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I got up and grabbed my gun out of it’s usual place. I looked out the back door but didn’t see anything, so I walked out onto the back porch. This is what I saw on the porch about five feet from the window:
Mr. Dove had flown, full speed ahead, into my bedroom window and knocked himself silly. Dumb-ass bird. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t dead as hard as he had hit, and I couldn’t believe the window wasn’t broken. He just sat there blinking, apparently in a stupor. He’d look at me when I got close, but the only thing that moved was his eyes. Did he break his neck and was paralyzed? No, he wouldn’t be standing up if he was paralyzed, would he? I felt so bad for him. I figured his little brain was swelling bigger and bigger by the moment and he would fall over dead any second. I left him alone and went out to check on him about every ten minutes to find him still sitting there awake but unmoved.
When The Captain got home about 30 minutes later, he went outside to see him after I told him what had happened. When he got close to the dove, he flew off about 30 feet into a tree in our back yard, and then a few minutes after that, he flew into a tree in our next-door neighbor’s tree. I have no idea what happened to him after that, but I didn’t find him dead anywhere so hopefully he survived.
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Here are a couple of pictures I took of the TV screen the day the tornadoes were EVERYWHERE. I was calmly crocheting Stormy the cat while watching this on LIVE TV and hoping they weren’t coming straight for my house. That’s scary stuff! If they were, I wouldn’t have been calmly crocheting. I would have been in a closet with the dogs.
My little Sammi is so sweet!
She always thinks someone is going to kill her at any moment. I don’t know why she’s like that.
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I’m gonna go now and stop rattling on.
Y’all have a great week!