Here I was sitting at my mom's computer wondering what to post for today. I scanned through her pictures and came across a single file labeled, "H-Only". Of course, I opened it and came across a series of photos my 15 year old Niece had taken of herself. I laughed and immediately knew what I'd do - invade her privacy and post some of her pictures she took with the computer camera.
When first met, she seems quiet and subdued. But then, her witty personality comes shining through. She is quick with a zinger and has an amazing sense of timing for one-liners. This girl is smart. She thinks about life and asks pertinent questions and remembers facts beyond her years.
And this amazing girl has a horrible aunt who invaded her file and posted the silly pictures. Poor girl. I wonder what she'll say to me when she finds out.
I'm on the road - headed East to spend Thanksgiving with my folks and all 11 of their grandchildren. That's right 11, all under the age of 17. It's going to be loud and crazy - but a whole lotta of fun.
Jammin' and Buttercup performed their first recital with their new piano teacher. When we first started with Mrs. B, she was super excited to have Jammin' as a student. He was at a much higher level than she's ever taught before and was eager for the challenge. After the recital, I realized just how much. Ninety percent of her other students are considered "Beginner" - and I mean brand new. Even Buttercup, who has been playing for 2 years was way ahead of the other players.
Well, I like Mrs. B. The kids like her and that is important. They just keep playing along...
A Black chicken isn't really black. She has a bluish/purplish/greenish hue and when the sunlight hits the feathers just right, the colors pop. My pictures does not show it justice. This is Licorice, our Black Sex-link chicken.
I am in love with our Golden-laced Wyandotte. This little gal has such a mixture of colors in one feather. They all combine to make a richly colored bird. She will grow up to be large and beautiful.
And finally, for softest chicken ever - I'd like to introduce Goldie, our Buff Orpington. Her feathers are addictively soft. If I was ever going to have a "lap-chicken" - she's the one I'd want. There is something soothing about stroking her soft feathers.
And now I Promise - no more chicken posts. That's it. I'm done.
It's tough to be an old dog: 15-1/2 years to be exact. It's hard to hear when people call. It's rough in the morning trying to get up off the pillow and make it to the door. These new floors are slippery and sometimes the back feet don't quite grip correctly and are dragged behind in shame.
But Dog Slippers with tough leather soles? Really? Oh the indignity of it all.
Just because the floors are getting a bit scratched up and toe-nail marks are left behind. Just because the slick floor tends to cause falls and make life misery. Just because someone might get hurt.