Rabid Chickens & Other Random Things
Several of my fellow Campaigners have been posting ten random things about themselves and I thought it would be nice to do that today, Labor Day (USA).
My regulars probably already know some of these things about me. The chances are even better they started some of the rumors.
Here they are in no particular order.
Here they are in no particular order.
1. One drink and you can probably have your way with me. I'm a real lightweight in the alcohol department.
2. I've been married longer than I've been single.
3. I was very cute in my youth. Evidently, God made up for that oversight in my middle age.
4. I never cuss in public. But in private, I've been known to make longshoremen blush.
5. Clowns creep me out.
6. I'm naturally left-handed, but I've learned to be right-handed.
7. Only one item in my dreams will be in color--everything else is in black and white.
8. Greg did not marry me for my cooking ability.
9. I never meant to make writing a career. A good friend forced encouraged me to enter a writing contest and I won. The rest is history.
10. The majority of people who read this blog do so out of morbid curiosity. They can't believe I willingly live in the middle of nowhere, raise rabid chickens, and fight off scorpions daily. It's an interesting life.
Feeding time for the flocks
If we had a drinking game, which one of us would be under the table first? I need to know before I visit you. :grin:
Update: Please stop by tomorrow and meet my guest, Angelina Rain. She's going to tell us about a very special love in her life. (And he's a cutie!)
Update: Please stop by tomorrow and meet my guest, Angelina Rain. She's going to tell us about a very special love in her life. (And he's a cutie!)
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Since I don't drink, one sip would have me under the table.
Oh thank goodness. We can watch each other's back then. --and drink lemonade.
Interesting stuff on the dream. Wonder what that's like. I found out in adulthood that I too was left-handed, but my mother slapped that out of my early on. Apparently, in our culture lefties are a lot less special than those who use their right hand.
I too curse like a longshoreman, too bad do not only confine my language of choice to the privacy of my own home like you do.
I can believe you like living out in the middle of nowhere, nowhere is lots more fun for me than middle of a huge metropolitan city as I was raised and happy as a clam for first 6 years of life out of town with a pasture as my playground.
Mason
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Julie: The thing to remember about chickens is that they're...chicken. Rarely will they stand up to a human unless it's a rooster with a vendetta.
Clarissa: It's always something different, but I've learned to pay attention because it's usually important in some way.
JL: I have the nuns to thank for my right-handedness. I don't mind too much because it taught me to become ambidextrous, but I wish I'd been given a choice.
Jackie: I'm thinking and praying for you, hon. Wildfires are sweeping across so much of Texas right now. The winds have made things worse. Take care.
Mason: I wish I could belly up to the bar like so many of my friends--instead I end up the designated driver. That's probably why I had so many invitations to go 'drinking'. LOL.
I tend to let my husband do the cooking, I do the baking.
Fellow campaigner here - we're in the same dystopian fiction group. I write just about everything - from PBs on up to adults. Looking forward to getting better acquainted!
Living in the middle of nowhere sounds divine and if one drink does you in... well, it's a good thing I don't like drinking games ;)
But I see now why you need a "Beware of Attack Chickens" sign.
Raelyn: I'm always afraid I'm going to end up giving someone the password to my Swiss bank account. It's a shame I don't remember it sober. :p
Linda: Are you sure? Because I've always suspected you'd take advantage of me if you could.
Also, I'm a lightweight when it comes to alcohol as well. My friends find my inability to function after a couple of drinks quite amuzing.
I swear in public and in private. But I try not to, unless someone makes me really mad.
Kurt said to tell you he's not with me for my cooking either. And he's not here for any other housewife-type skills either. Actually he's wondering why it is that he stays.
It's my sense of humor and my kickass legs, I tell him.
I didn't know about your lefthandedness or your dreams. That's quite cool. My youngest is a lefty and we don't try to change it. I actually had to learn to tie shoes lefthanded (there is a difference) to teach her how to do it. Boy, was that fun.
So, what color shows up in your dreams, or does it change? That's really cool. I don't know if I dream in any colors...I'll have to make a note.
My captcha is: sitingro *giggles*
Hmmm?
The answer to your question is I have a high tolerance for alcohol. However, I know this trick! Anyone who hopes to get fresh with you beneath that table ends up "feeding" the rabid chickens.
Nice try! I've got my eye on you, Zannini!!
;)
-Jimmy
I'm left-handed too, and my cooking is horrible, and clowns creep me out also, and I'm a lightweight. Wow, are we related? lol
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Elana: I'm not too crazy about flying monkeys either.
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Renee: It's always a different object. It could be a flower, or a stone, or a piece of paper. But it's always one thing that's in color. I don't always know why, but I've learned to pay attention in case my addled subconscious is trying to tell me something.
Ref: Kurt
It's the sex, Renee. We're just here for the sex. ;-)
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Jimmy: Aw, I wouldn't feed you to the chickens. But my little bitty 130lb rottweiler now... LOL.
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Angelina: There's a reason we're good friends. :)
Actually I'm a fellow campaigner in the paranormal group, who also gets the creeps with clowns. It's a pleasure meeting you Maria and I look forward to seeing more of your posts.
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Mike: I'll let Iko keep you warm. He likes sleeping under the table too. He'll even warn you of any impending scorpion attack.
Enid: Greg remains kind about my cooking. It's never killed anyone (that I know of) but Martha Stewart I'm not.
When my sweet man asked me to marry him, one of the first things I admitted was I couldn't cook. He smiled, and said, "That's okay. I can." It's good to know Vito loved me for something other than my cooking ability. :)
Hope you're not in the path of the wildfires. Sending good thoughts your way.
Madeleine: Howdy, Madeleine. I'm a little late getting around too. But my schedule is starting to loosen up so maybe it'll get better. Thanks for popping in.
Barbara: Chickens are very untrustworthy, but they're easily distracted. Ooh, look. Shiny.
Hey, are you near any of the fires?
Those present just nodded.
The chickens are awesome. Like a rabid bunch of winged land-sharks in a feeding frenzy.
By the way, you'd probably win. I'm such a lightweight it's pathetic.