Little Z requested that tonight's bedtime story include 1. a dragon in the real world and 2. a little boy.
Teresa of the Frog Blog and the Frog Applause comic strip seems to have gone missing. Her last post on Gocomics was May22. Her last blog post was also May 22. I've been following Teresa for a couple of years and I've even named a cat after her. In all that time, there have been a few missing comic posts, but always she posted several times on her blog every day. Did she just lose her internet somehow? What's going on? I'm truly worried. Teresa is somewhat of a celebrity to me. I love her comic. This is the last one:
Last night, a huge windstorm swept our area. It ripped to shreds a tarp I was using to make the roof of the turkey coop waterproof. This morning, before going to work, I set about to fix it. The ground wasn't level, and I was careless. Once I reached the top rung of the the ladder, it fell sideways. I stuck to it about half way down, and then sprung off to the side, landing on my feet. I was completely uninjured, but nevertheless had an urge to call BAH at work and say, "I FELL OFF THE LADDER!"
One of the interesting things about living in or just outside of a small town is that everyone knows you. I'm not sure what the reason is, but people seem to know me more than I know them. I go shopping and someone says, "Hey Cellar Door." [Not my real name, of course!] I go to pay a bill with cash. I've seen the woman once before, and she says, "I know it's Cellar Door, but how do you spell it?" I don't know her name. I ask it. I come up with a mnemonic device to remember it. I forget it. Those are the store people, the ones who have an interest in my business. Those people, I understand. They have their reasons for remembering me.
This story will have random pictures, because no one wants to see pictures of poop in a pillowcase!
Sometimes my apocalyptic paranoia catches up with me. Thursday, a kid threw up at school. It's usually not such a big deal. It happens. Except that this was absolutely the most vomit ever! This kid make the whole eight foot wide hallway a pukatorium! I offered to walk him to the nurse, and then I couldn't figure out how to get past all the puke to get to him to walk him to the nurse. Still, whatever, no big deal. Zombies Are Magic too much, but I thought, involuntarily I thought this is how the end of humanity begins. They'll think it's just a stomach flu... And then it's the Zombie Apocalypse!
For those who tuned in earlier, I'm sorry. That was quite the rant. I try to steer clear of religion and politics. I can't completely delete the picture, though. Its camp value is too fantastic. I'll just make it small for you, and you can click on it to really see it- if you dare: One Nation Under God". Follow the link to the artist's web site.}
The baby chicks from two weeks ago got to move out of their
A little birdie has taken up residence in this little birdhouse gourd we hollowed out for Easter. I keep trying to get a picture. Sorry. No bird in this one. It's nice that the one closest to the house, basically the only one we see, actually has a bird in it!
We're getting ready for the sheep! Sheep don't mind the cold, but they do not like to get wet. Because, you know, it makes their fleece shrink and then their ankles show and then they get all embarrassed. It's really untoward. So, we built them this shack over the past week, to keep them dry:
I'm reading Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. It's probably against the rules of book reviews to write a review before you actually finish the book, but I am so enthusiastic that I cannot suppress my rapture.
Little Z brought home this bag from preschool today. I'm not allowed to look in it. "Breakfast in Bed: Since it is your day, I have something to say. Don't lift your head. Have breakfast in bed. Just take a look... You don't have to cook! I don't like to brag, But it's breakfast in a bag! Happy Mother's Day 2012! [2011 is written over.] Enjoy!"
The picture is of the moon last night.
I'm going to try it! Pictures plus words equals blog post. We actually went to a Jacob's sheep farm. The people were just the nicest you've ever met. Salt of the earth. These are the sheep they are considering selling to us (they are seemingly making sure that we are worthy, that we are going to take care of them, which is a good sign):
I have yet to figure out how to post pictures to my blog in the new operating system. A blog post without pictures seems to me to be incomplete. That is why there have been no new posts for a few days. I'm sure I'll figure it out soon! (Sorry there's no picture for this entry.)