Friday, April 29, 2011

Country Music Also Known As a Mood Altering Drug

I have been listening to country music all day.  I am melancholy.  I put my hair in curlers and cleaned my house with a purple camo 'kerchief over my head.  I called the radio station to thank them for the good "spring cleaning" music.  I figured they would use it for a sound bite.  It's been three hours.  Probably not, huh?  Although, come to think of it . . . I might of said, "cleaned the FUCK outta my floors!". Not sure.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

I found this on-line this morning ans thought I would share on this rainy Easter morning.
Do You Live in Oregon?

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don't work there, you live in Oregon.

If you've worn shorts, sandals and a parka at the same time, you live in Oregon.

If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed the wrong number, you live in Oregon.

If you measure distance in hours, you live in Oregon.

If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you live in Oregon.

If you have switched from 'heat' to 'A/C' and back again in the same day, you live in Oregon.

If you install security lights on your house and garage but leave both doors unlocked, you live in Oregon.

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in Central, Southern or Eastern Oregon.

If you design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a 2 layers of clothes or under a raincoat, you live in Oregon.

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow and ice, you live in Oregon.

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction, you live in Oregon. 

If you feel guilty throwing aluminum cans or paper in the trash, you live in Oregon.

If you know more than 10 ways to order coffee, you live in Oregon.

If you know more people who own boats than air conditioners, you live in Oregon.

If you stand on a deserted corner in the rain waiting for the "Walk" signal, you live in Oregon.

If you consider that if it has no snow or has not recently erupted, it is not a real mountain, you live in Oregon.

If you can taste the difference between Starbucks, Seattle's Best, and Dutch Bros, you live in Oregon.

If you know the difference between Chinook, Coho and Sockeye salmon, you live in Oregon.

If you know how to pronounce Sequim, Puyallup, Clatskanie, Issaquah, Oregon, Umpqua, Yakima and Willamette, you live in Oregon.

If you consider swimming an indoor sport, you live in Oregon.

If you know that Boring is a city and not just a feeling, you live in Oregon.

If you can tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese and Thai food, you live in Oregon.

If you never go camping without waterproof matches and a poncho, you live in Oregon.

If you have actually used your mountain bike on a mountain, you live in Oregon.

If you think people who use umbrellas are either wimps or tourists, you live in Oregon.

If you buy new sunglasses every year, because you cannot find the old ones after such a long time, you live in Oregon. 

If you actually understand these jokes you live or have lived in Oregon

These got me thinking a little.  Last weekend I remember thinking how funny we Oregonians are when I noticed how many people at the MS Walk brought an umbrella, but didn't even think about using it, even when the "sprinkle" became "real" rain.  Guess you had to be there.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

One Would Think I Would Learn

Wow.  I know it's been a while since I wrote, and I apologize to my faithful readers. Um, all 12 of you.  In my own defense, I have been a little busy with life and, well to be honest with you I am also a Facebook crack-head, junkie.  I'm thinking about going to meetings; doing the 12-step thing, but I am not ready to give it up yet.

So in the mean time let me tell you what I've been up to other than Cafe World.  About a month ago, we decided to get some more chickens.  The three we have here at The Super Star Chicken Ranch seemed to be getting a little bored with each other so we thought we would ad some more to the mix.

"J-Zee", our rooster has frankly been kind of a asshole, and I figured it was because he was getting bored with only two hens, "Cher" and "Lady Gaga", to leap upon at random.  So off to the feed store we went.  The chicks we got were barely two days old and the cutest things ever.  I don't remember what kind they were but just cute.

The Man-child decided that he wanted to keep them in his room until they were ready for the outside world.  He even wanted to name them.  Sigh.  Skeletor and Xavier.

To make that part of the story short, Mazzy got into the room and "protected" us from one of these strange new creatures that had come into our house.  R.I.P. Skeletor.  We went to the feed store a few days later and got "Megatron", since Xavier was lonely.  A week after that, a door was not shut all the way, and I came home to be presented with two limp chicks at the front door.  R.I.P. Xavier and Megatron.

Now, I want something to be clear here.  I do not in any way blame my dog Mazzy for this.  Since she was a pup and we discovered that she had this innate ability to kill nutria quickly and cleanly, she has been praised for this. We used to have them all over the yard and now they rarely come to our yard anymore.  The nutria world has gotten the word out to steer clear of our yard. She does not kill cats or anything like that, just the nutria.  So the chickens this past year have been new to her.  I just needed to learn how to balance the two.  Unfortunately at the expense of a few chicken lives.  But they have sacrificed for the greater good I think.

So now, Man-Child has learned to build a chicken-tractor. I'm kinda of excited about this.  No more chickens in the house.

I will try and update more on the success of the Super Star Chicken Ranch at a later date.  In the mean time I am hoping that "Lady Gaga" goes broody so I can have some cute, little banty chicks running around.  Tata for now.

And in case you forgot, here is my first video of them in their first snow.