Where did I leave off? I'm older since my last blog, fatter, grayer and right now 65 is the perfect age to die. I have a  4 year old who is starting pre-school, who can cuss like a sailor, throws fits and furniture and is too smart to have been produced by me. I'm still at the same job,  working more, bitching more, eating more (except eggs). I have a blood clot in my leg and the IUD from hell inserted in my "business".  Oh the good life. As I sit here in my cool house, sipping my Coke Zero, and lamenting my woes, I am reminded of the little man down the road who has no running water or air conditioner, but is always cheery and happy and quick with a smile and a wave. I am also reminded of the old lady next door to the office that is abused physically and verbally by her caretaker. The old lady just wants a friend.

I think I will go kiss my foul mouth kid and tell her I love her, then  to bed with my generous, sweet husband, go to sleep and count my blessings.

Until later.

It's been a rough week. Let's talk poultry.

A question that I have started to pounder. Do you have to own chickens to live on the mountain?Is there an elevation law? The higher you live, the more chickens you have to own. What is the ratio of chickens to family members? I just seems everyone in our admin. office has chickens. I have a cat and I'm beginning to feel left out. Perhaps I could introduce my cat to their chicken. That would give us something to talk about. They bring big old brown eggs and put them on the table for people to take home. Sorry, not interested. I made the comment "How long have these eggs been out here? Isn't it time for them to freaking hatch?" The egg lady said "Oh, I'll just take them home, they're still good, they haven't been refrigerated yet."  Thank God for egg beaters if that is the process!

Now, please don't get me wrong, I was raised on a farm too. I can talk about cattle, castration, and hay baling with the best of them, but for the life of me I just don't get this office-wide chicken obsession. Is it contagious?

Here's hoping for a calmer and chicken -free tomorrow.