It’s Labor Day weekend and I need something to do besides the dishes, the laundry, the writing, the five sewing projects, the decoupage boxes, the proofreading, the exercising, the Spanish lesson, the dog walking, the book reading, the swimming, the kickbiking…eh? Don’t want to get into too much of a rut.
I’m fed up with Myspace.com and so I struck out in the covered wagon and here I fetched up, checked out the acreage, staked my claim, filed my papers, and it’s mine. The Olde Homestead. Didn’t have to abandon my worldly possessions or starve or even age, particularly…the Internet is a benign frontier that way.
I guess there’s no point in bringing over all that old junk from myspace so I’ll just leave it there a while . Hard to say goodbye, even to little pieces of nothing like that. Once I get them set down, they’re pieces of me. But they and I have never really been at home on the myspace playground. My fault; I violated my original inclination to avoid the place like the plague, and so, as T. would say, I had to pay the horrible, horrible price.
But no, I didn’t really. All I had to do was move. Here.
And yes, one of the chickens actually did eat a snake today. Mostly alive. She also hogged a whole bunch of tomato I tossed out to all the girls. Maybe I should have sent some oregano her way too. And a garlic clove.
I wonder if her eggs will taste like snake.
I wonder how I’d know if they did.
A whole new meaning for snake eggs. Ugh. Keep me in your wagon train.
It must have been a pretty small snake. Since snake tastes a lot like chicken, I suppose the eggs will too.
Hope you like your new quarters.
Tastes like chicken — I actually heard you saying this last night after I posted.
Or maybe it was the tequila, I dunno. You two have similar voices.
Hey there!
Glad to see the new digs. WP is fun to play with. I bet you’ll be customizing it in no time!
The depression’s gone. Don’t know how long it will be gone for, but I’ll take it. Who knows if it’s the medicine, working at the church, working with a great bunch of people from the church, or playing with the radio-controlled helicopter on coffee breaks?
I’m not depressed for a while, and I’ll take what I can get.
Our youth group leader’s daughter has a chicken and they’re trying to find a home for it. Not quite sure how to get it to you, even if you wanted it. We can’t take it — we’re mostly equipped for parrots, not poultry, although we do have 3 button quail. They’re tiny little fellows smaller than my fist.
Anyway, welcome to the WP blogging community and see ya later!
PS: Mind if I put up a link to your blog? I’d love to be the first on your blogroll!
Love the new site. Yeah, I’ve wandered from MySpace too after the initial buzz of finding folks I went to high school with – the blogging on there is just a side note anyway, and not for ’serious’ blogging – as if blogging could ever be serious
And you haz sum cr8zy chikuns.
Hey Katherine-
Found you over here after stopping into myspace to wish you a Happy Birthday! Nice choice for writing. I’ll have to check this place out myself and spend some time reading more of what you have written.
Elisa