Reintarnation:
When someone dies and comes back as a redneck.

Since Kat wrapped
that up so nicely, I get to move on.  It was a lame idea
anyway.  On my part that is, my commenters all did beautifully.

I still can't post pictures yet.  But soon, soon.  Any ideas for a wickedgood background?

Better I should stop the procrastination and get on with the blasted
housework.  Aww Gee, Mom, do I have ta?  I mean the whole day
is basically crap anyway... with the orthodontist appointment this
afternoon and all.  Yesterday was SO much nicer. 

Yup.  I have ta.

sigh

Why is it so annoying to have the toilet paper hang incorrectly?

The fair was great fun.  Sleeping in a tent with 20 or so was the
biggest kick; cold and uncomfortable, but a kick.  Once again I
resisted the urge to competitively fling manure (I get to shovel enough
shit without adding the extra excitement of competition) but I did buy
an angora rabbit while I was there (yet more manure to deal with now,
eh?!)  And I was, as predicted, very tired.  I still haven't
gotten back into the swing of getting up at 5:30 to exercise.  I
think I'm going to have to start taking mega-vitamins... ah, yes, the
Americans have the most expensive pee in the world... myself
occasionally included.

So, I wanted to update the picture of the puppies.  They are so
very sweet at the moment.  They are 3 1/2 weeks now and wobbly so
when they 'wrestle' each other they fall down alot, but we just got a
new compuker, and I haven't gotten to the part of getting the software
for pictures on it yet.  It's a mixed blessing.  Loads of fun
to play with a new toy, but still unable to use functions that I am
used to, such as, a printer.  Bitch, bitch, bitch. 

I'm off to play with puppies some more.  They are so stinkin' cute!

My profile picture is from when I worked the Common Ground Fair
last year.  I leave today to attend this year.  My spinning
group demonstrates for the public here every year.  This fair, put
on by MOFGA (Maine Organic Farmers
and Gardeners Association) is the largest of its kind (possibly the
only one of its kind) is put on by one of the largest organic
organizations in this country.  It has no midway or rides - but
there is a manure toss!  It promotes good stewardship of the earth
and celebrates rural living.  Everything sold at the fair must be
made or grown in Maine, and it must be organic.  It may not sound
like it, but this is one cool mofo fair, let me tell you!

When I get back on Sunday night, I will be exhausted - I am every
year.  So exhausted that I may sleep all the way thru my birthday
on Wednesday.  It sounds like the best way to celebrate turning 41
that I can think of.

AS FOR JOB HUNTING...
You haven't been quiet enough and I haven't caught one yet.  Not even a nibble.  Damn - time to change my aftershave!

I am job hunting... so be very quiet so I can sneak up on something and
catch it!  I'm in the traditional job hunting camouflage so that's why you haven't seen me much. 

With the childrens all in school, I want a part time gig, to get me out in public
regularly.

Otherwise I might lose what little grip on reality I
have.  I mean, do you realize I have never seen a makeover reality
show!  The horrors!

Gimme a  'G'  - G
Gimme a 'W' - W
Gimme a  'O' - O
Gimme a 'Q' - Q
What does it spell?!

Nothing of course, I'm not smart enough to come up with an actual word here, DOH!

Here is a picture of the visitor we had in our back yard this morning.  He caused quite a commotion!

While I'd like to say he is a handsome
devil, I have to admit that I didn't get close enough to find out if it
was actually a 'he'

What to blog, what to blog... oh the choices!

Well, let's talk about blood (fits in with guts & don'tcha like the color choice today?)  First of all, I am job hunting and I noticed an advert for a phlebotomist.  No problem, except that it mentioned that for qualifications, knowing how to draw blood was not necessary.  That's just what I would want when I went to the lab for tests, someone who hadn't learned to draw blood practicing on me!

So, yesterday I went to donate blood.  There is a young lady in our town that had an accident and has had a few surgeries and this was an opportunity to help her out.  So I walked in and said, "I have been deferred for a couple of years because of low iron - so I'm wondering if I could get my iron level checked before I have to wait in line."

The answer was no and I had to wait for 40 minutes before my iron level was checked.  It's a good thing that my iron level was OK.  Which really suprised me since I have been deferred so many times the last few years for low iron.

While filling out the information sheet, I noticed that the Red Cross is very interested in not only MY sexual history, but all my partners as well.  Perverts!  At least I didn't have to tell them the postions we use. 

At the bottom of the infomation paper is marked in large letters, "CONFIDENTIAL, DO NOT SHOW ANYONE!"  I find this very funny.  First of all, I have to show the people whom I hand the thing out to.  Secondly if I really want to, why couldn't I show whomever I wanted?  It is MY confidential information to share with whomever I wish.

Being that I have to be contrary wherever I go it was no suprise that my blood didn't want to be drawn.  In the beginning, the nurse could not hit my rolling veins and then my blood did not want to flow fast enough for the comfort of the machinary.  I kept setting off the dumb alarm. 

Despite the setback, I was able to actually get my 1 gallon pin yesterday.  Having been on the verge of donating a gallon, and being deferred frequently, this was exciting to me.

The last bit of blood was when I got home.  Our lil' Winnie-dog had puppies!  She had a very hard time of it, as the pups were large (she is tiny) and breech.  One was still born out of three.  There is one black male and one black female that survived and mother and babes are doing well.
 

The word for the day is viscera 1. The internal organs of the body esp. those contained within the abdominal and thoracic cavities. 

IOW - guts.

Chaotic Theory: this is where my life (as most mothers' lives must be) is chaotic despite any careful planning to keep crap from happening.  I think it has something to do with a butterfly somewhere half way around the world.  Every morning, for example, is tending to all the children, dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, and other birds.  I seriously doubt that anyone can do that without chaos.  (The reason only the previous birds are mentioned by type is because they are the noisiest.  Quail and pheasant are quiet.)  The noises start with the roosters around 3AM.  It has something to do with the idea roosters have that they need to 'crow' to show how great they are.  My old dog takes up around 5AM with whining.  I must say that the morning goes down hill from there.

Today's word is brought to you because I was butchering chickens for the freezer.  There is nothing like being elbow deep in guts to think about great words like viscera.  My visceral feeling about all of this is that butchering poultry puts me in a thoughtful mood.  Being that it is such a dreadful job one must be thoughtful to make it bearable.  Eating of another animal lifeform gains a whole different dimension when one has to work with the animal before it becomes a package like the one simply picked up in a store - just ask a fisherman.  Birds are a dirty smelly job.  It is usually a very chaotic chore.  Planning tends to stand at the sidelines and watch you while you work with all sorts of unexpected stuff coming up.  Not the least of which is when a chicken escapes before realizing that it is dead.  That is always a mess - and still not as bad as the plucking and cleaning part.

Updated: I'm here to add that I just enjoyed a roast chicken dinner the likes I have never seen!  Not only was the chicken organic (& mine!) but we had fresh local corn on the cob, portabello mushrooms & wildrice stuffing.  Since I eat like this but once in a blue moon, I simply had to have Ben & Jerry's ice cream to top it off (don'tcha know!)  I may not be able to move for a week now   Chaos thy name be YUM this time!

Just a foot note, I decided this entry is not chicken shit so I could put it in... but it is chicken feed !