lol.... I was raising chickens since it was cheaper ( and I got free eggs) to feed the snake Retic gave me ( it was a reticulated python) anyway, someone fussed about the chickens and reported it to code ( guess who) so animal control comes by and tells me I have "too many pets" ( in Kenner your only allowed a maximum of 6, I had 20+ sumodd birds)...
I tried to explain to animal control that they werent pets but a food source and an egg supply... she told me it wasnt going to work that way... I then said okayyy.. take them away, she said she couldnt and it only applies to dogs and cats, not chickens.
then I asked what would be the best solution to get rid of the birds... she mumbled something to the nature of "ceasing their lives"... so I reached down, grabbed one by the head ( it was time to feed the snake anyway) and gave it a quick spin....
the chicken then did the "chicken with its head cut off dance" and the animal control lady was in total shock and left instantly... never to be seen again...
so, I dispatched the rest of the birds and put them out for the garbage guys to pick up... this happened on a Tuesday afternoon... garbage didnt pick up until Friday morning.... and it was during a July... so by Friday, it was really rank and juicy. My neighbor got to enjoy the aroma of "chicken delight" for 3 days....
I tried to explain to animal control that they werent pets but a food source and an egg supply... she told me it wasnt going to work that way... I then said okayyy.. take them away, she said she couldnt and it only applies to dogs and cats, not chickens.
then I asked what would be the best solution to get rid of the birds... she mumbled something to the nature of "ceasing their lives"... so I reached down, grabbed one by the head ( it was time to feed the snake anyway) and gave it a quick spin....
the chicken then did the "chicken with its head cut off dance" and the animal control lady was in total shock and left instantly... never to be seen again...
so, I dispatched the rest of the birds and put them out for the garbage guys to pick up... this happened on a Tuesday afternoon... garbage didnt pick up until Friday morning.... and it was during a July... so by Friday, it was really rank and juicy. My neighbor got to enjoy the aroma of "chicken delight" for 3 days....
you only live once .... but Exile characters live many times
... just respawn at the nearest portal lol.... I was raising chickens since it was cheaper ( and I got free eggs) to feed the snake Retic gave me ( it was a reticulated python) anyway, someone fussed about the chickens and reported it to code ( guess who) so animal control comes by and tells me I have "too many pets" ( in Kenner your only allowed a maximum of 6, I had 20+ sumodd birds)...
I tried to explain to animal control that they werent pets but a food source and an egg supply... she told me it wasnt going to work that way... I then said okayyy.. take them away, she said she couldnt and it only applies to dogs and cats, not chickens.
then I asked what would be the best solution to get rid of the birds... she mumbled something to the nature of "ceasing their lives"... so I reached down, grabbed one by the head ( it was time to feed the snake anyway) and gave it a quick spin....
the chicken then did the "chicken with its head cut off dance" and the animal control lady was in total shock and left instantly... never to be seen again...
so, I dispatched the rest of the birds and put them out for the garbage guys to pick up... this happened on a Tuesday afternoon... garbage didnt pick up until Friday morning.... and it was during a July... so by Friday, it was really rank and juicy. My neighbor got to enjoy the aroma of "chicken delight" for 3 days....
I can’t like this post due to my PTSD from my own incident.
You should write a several volume book series of your life. Volume 1 can be “All the Accidents I Survived” and Volume 2 can be “Me and My Neighbor Might Have Gotten Along (If He Wasn’t Such An Azz).”
Record the stories, send them to me and I’ll be your editor and spell-checker.
Good morning. CT scan done. Thursday I find out how bad or good it is. Joy
Now it's time for COFFEE!!!!
Pool temp 86*. Perfection. After coffee, swim time.
Now it's time for COFFEE!!!!
Pool temp 86*. Perfection. After coffee, swim time.
Are you scheduled for your first new chemo on Thursday?Good morning. CT scan done. Thursday I find out how bad or good it is. Joy
Now it's time for COFFEE!!!!
Pool temp 86*. Perfection. After coffee, swim time.
Yes. I had gotten used to the side effects and how to manage them. I wonder what new loveliness this new regime will bring. I'll get through it and learn new coping skillls.
Yes. I had gotten used to the side effects and how to manage them. I wonder what new loveliness this new regime will bring. I'll get through it and learn new coping skillls.
maybe the new regime will help you with spelling
and here I am pickin on you bout your spelling and I cant spell wurth a daym..
english language time...
Im learning to cope with the frustrations of learning the fine art of using a coping saw...
obviously the learning curve is high when cutting curvy lines
theres no cutting corners when learning how to use a coping saw
Im learning to cope with the frustrations of learning the fine art of using a coping saw...
obviously the learning curve is high when cutting curvy lines
theres no cutting corners when learning how to use a coping saw
I agree with what you said. You were lucky you had that time with your grandma. I lost one grandma when I was 18, and the other when I was in my 20's. She was fine when I went in the service, but after her husband died she went downhill health wise. She was in bad shape when I got out of the service, and it was heartbreaking.
I never knew one grandfather, he died before I was born. I was in junior high when the other one passed. So I wish I had time with all of them while I was an adult.
My paternal grandma had chickens and vegetables during the Depression. People hunted back then on a regular basis, and that is how they also had meat and fish. My grandma never turned anyone away that was hungry. She would make them an egg sandwich, and she liked helping people. My other grandma grew up on a farm during the Depression. Of course even the kids back then did farm work. My grandma left the farm when she was able to, and never looked back. Small city life was much better as far as she was concerned.
They didn't throw anything away during the Depression, or waste anything. My dad would keep all sorts of stuff, because it might be of use one day. My mom could never understand that. My dad was born during the Depression, so that was normal to him. He loved to fish and hunt, and go to garage sales looking for "useful" items. He did sell a lot of what he found. He also had a room full of things, and that drove my mother crazy.
Anyway, people have lost the art of not just cooking, but many things that are necessary for survival. Back then most people had farms with land. Now most people live in cities, and are in debt. Not a good combination if you ask me.
and spilling.maybe the new regime will help you with spelling
My grandparents (dad's side) built their house during the Depression. They didn't have $$ to buy all the materials so they went around picking up scrap materials and stuff from vacated/dilapidated houses and buildings. Whatever they could find. Wasn't the best built house but got the job done. Somewheres in the 70's I helped put on a new roof. In some areas there were 9 layers of shingles. 80% of the work was just peeling off the old shingles and replacing the boards.
Back in the day, people had lots of kids partly to have more hands working the farm. I was lucky to spend time with Nana. She was my grandmother by a remarriage, not by blood. I didn’t get to spend much time with my maternal and paternal grandparents.
Last night I watched an episode of Auction Insider where a man’s 60 years of collecting was auctioned. He said he wanted to attend his own auction because he couldn’t fit it all in his casket, so he wanted to see who would buy his stuff. He seemed to have made his living finding scraps, fixing them up, holding onto them and then selling them. He had a massive barn FILLED with his things. I kept thinking it must have driven his wife crazy.
Then in the auction I thought she was one lucky lady! His collection of spark plugs from cars he’d worked on sold for $2500!
The auctioneer had walked into the barn to evaluate the collection. Hanging on the wall were two motorcycles. They weren’t going to be sold. The guy was using them as “hooks” to hang other stuff.
One was a 1913 Sears motorcycle in original condition. He’d bought it (reluctantly) in the 1920’s or 1930’s from a guy for around $25. It sold for $38,000!
Another was a 1917 Harley. That sold for over $20k!
Hanging onto things was necessity back then. But it was also a good investment. He had Model T’s too. He used to buy them for $35, fix them up and sell them for a few hundred. The ones he kept sold for tens of thousands.
He said you can’t make money like that anymore because everything is too expensive to begin with. So true.
Their fur is a blankie.shes sitting there wondering... "where da hell is my blankie???"
shes sitting there wondering... "where da hell is my blankie???
Could be! Since we are in triple digits here, it might be more like “Why da hell am I stuck in this fur coat???”
Exactly! I know I’m not sleeping in a blankie lately. And I’d hate to be wearing fur.
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