Breaking the four oh barrier.

Its official! I'm now past 40. Yep the big four one.....dramatic sigh. I shouldn't feel any worse about it than 40 but I swear I woke up this morning and could hear the sucking sound from age fifty. I even caught myself looking at caftans in the beach wear section at a local shop. What happened to just a cute over sized tshirt? or a wrap? Oh no, I was actually holding up a caftan and thinking" this is cute!" Some one shoot me now! Next thing you know it will be false eyelashes and crepey brown buzooms, poking out of some kind of blouse with huge floral print. Not to mention the oversized jewelry and shiny blue eye shadow........oh the pain of ageing. It truly ain't for sissy!

Despite the drama of it all, we did manage to have a fabulous time! In our daytime exploration (sans map) of the area we stumbled across Sneeds Ferry with its infamous Christmas shop. Then dinner in downtown Wilmington at an awesome french restaurant, the Caprice Bistro. All in all not bad for an old lady and her old man. Next weekend we plan on picking out side by side burial plots. Maybe try on a shroud or two...one has to be prepared at our ages.

nom du plume

Naming chickens is serious business. You don't want to go naming someone who gives you food stuffs, something like "dumb bird", or "stumpy" or "dinner". Considering where the egg comes from, they are already doing way worse than spit in your food! Imagine the possibilities if they hated their names!

My gals are growing up to be gorgeous! They are by far the most handsome flock Ive had to date. The Dorkings in particular are real characters. Their leader,Silvie, was once a parrot in her past life. If there is an appealing perch, real or imagined, out there that might allow her a good view, she is on it. Yesterday while I poured water into their bowl, she flew to my shoulder...which was gratifying but also painful. I was wearing a tank top and her 5 toes with claws dug right in! I looked like I had been savaged by a feral cat!

The fanciest chickens , the salmon favorelles are also the most bitchy. Forever puffing up their chests and squawking over every perceived slight....... just like in every business/barn setting in America!

" hey! puta! jew esteped on my toe!"

"who you calling puta? gordita!"

"Before I call anyone gordita I would be lewking behind me at the wide ass jew got!"

tussle, sqwuack,squack,peck, flap, flap......waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

........sniffle, sniffle, grumble, grumble......

"hey!...... what jew lewking at?......."

You can almost hear the collective sigh from the others. So as it stands, we have: Silvie( the leader of the Dorkings) Sparta ( her right hand "ma'am") Geisha(the serene , white Aurucana) Eaglett(the hawk like Aurucana) and Little Blackcheeks ( the only native American Aurucana in the bunch) That leaves one Aurucana, two Dorkings and the Favorelle bunch to go. Ill keep you posted. After all, our egg integrity depends on it!

Know thy neighbor

I cant say as I've gone out of my way to meet my neighbors. You know my luck with that. grin. Recently Ive talked in passing with two and waved at a bunch. This mornings discourse?

"mornin'!"

"mornin"

"you walking this road on PURPOSE?"

"yeah, you're not?"

"I got drunk at my friends house last night...."

"well....there you have it!"

hint: I'm the one walking "on purpose" teehee

So , Ive been taking note of the trash along the road, for insight into neighborly lives.

1) There doesn't seem to be a strong belief in keeping America beautiful, maybe they missed the commercial with the crying Indian...that one got me every time!

2) They drink alot of bad beer.....miller light, bud, bud lime, bud light....you get the picture...canned horse piss all of it!

3) At least one of them is practicing safe sex....in his/her car.......

4) Someone uses super sized Tampax with the pearl applicator......in their car....possibly the same one's from above.

5) They are a sleepy bunch and require lots and lots of monster.

6) They eat at Wendy's.....alot, maybe daily.

7) Several of them only have one sock.

And finally, they all don't use the ashtrays in their cars!

I hope to meet more of them in the future, they should be an "interesting" group!

The Trailer Trash Life

My eyes where opened by a city power company employee yesterday as I worked out my account with them for our new home. You see , I have been calling our little abode a modular. Well, its not really a modular.. its more like a double wide...teehee, and Gail at the power company wouldnt let me forget it either!

GAIL: "Is this for the mobile at this address?"

ME: "ummmm, yes the modular..."

GAIL: "Did you put a new modular on the premise?"

ME: "um, no its the same home"

GAIL: "well honey we have it listed as a mobile...."

ME: "Um, I prefer modular,(nervous giggle)"

GAIL:"OH.... no problem honey, Is this MODULAR home the same home listed for this address for the past five years?"

sigh, yes I had to face it, we live in a double wide..... I gotta tell you all though, I havent liked a house this much since my MD farm house( you know, the one where snow blew under the door!) Its so practical,huge floor space, 1200 square feet and more room seemingly than my house in Valley Center. I love my screened in porches, I LOVE my kitchen island, and pantry... I love that I can see my horses from every room. I love my huge walk in closet. In effect I love being trailer trash!! Who knew? Oh how I scoffed at trailers before. Well never say never is all I gotta say!

Tara!

Dianas manse!


On the way to the house,Max the gaurd dog....

Billy and Apollo livin' the life,barn in the background

Doggies

relaxing on the road...

the littlest husky

at the cabin in TN

"companioning"

boob sweat, road shitter, and toad bubble flats

Ive been walking our road down to pavement and back, twice a day! Its a fabulous 6 miles( three miles each walk) right out my back door, sooooo awesome. Wait til i get the ponies out there...woohoo it will almost be a trail ride! In any case It gives me time to think or not and enjoy the bug noise and the interesting sights in my "neighborhood" such as it is. You've seen the pig, well there are other critters as well. I came across a huge buck and couldn't get my camera out in time to nab him before he nonchalantly hopped back into the woods but i got a pic of my foot print next to his and he must have been huge! There have been some domestic animal sighting that made me laugh. For all you familiar with cats know that they are pretty persnickety about their toilette. They don't appreciate an audience, like the simple minded dog. They like to cover it up and they revel in hiding it in the best places around the yard when outside, like next your basil, or between your tomato plants so you will be sure to squish through it. This allows them to feel superior and gives them fodder for kitty camp fire stories..." then, she stepped right on it...BAREFOOT! bwahahhahaha, you should have seen her face go all green, i think she gagged a few times too....giggle it was better than when fluffy hoicked up that hair ball on her pillow......aw man, i almost busted a gut!" In any case i got one over on the little beasts for human kind and it was all quite by accident. I come around the one bend in my road and see this tuxedo colored kitty with his back to me taking a dump in the middle of the road, the wind is coming toward me so i get to enjoy a wiff of his turd while he cant smell me or hear me yet. Well , I'm sorry , but i think its hilarious to catch a cat with his pants down, so to speak, so i stopped and had a good giggle. He looks over his shoulder at this and his eyes go all round, and he shoots off into the undergrowth with out covering his leavings. Real bad kitty etiquette! I gave him a minute to return but it was hot, so i continued down the road contemplating the amount of boob sweat generated on my walks. Everyone gets a little damp around the bra band in the summer but this here was not damp. It fairly gushes! In fact, all the belly button lint i was saving to make paper out of for Christmas cards, got washed out my first 20 minutes, so all you all on my Christmas card list get emails this year. You can blame the weather for that. Any how, I reached pavement and was heading back , when i saw a cute little black turtle in the road and unbelievably a car bearing down on it....OK, not bearing down exactly 'cause its my road after all and nobody could go fast enough on it to really bear down on anything... except maybe a sloth, and i haven't seen one of those yet. Any way i gave him a hand to the side of the road. I made note of the type of tracks he left for future reference, and kept going , picking out pig tracks and gecko tracks and even a raccoon. As i was noticing tracks, I was retracing my own and would you believe that rotten cat had returned and buried a little token in one of my sneaker prints? I'm not making this up.....Cats are sore losers! grin. All this hilarity put me in a silly mood, so of course i went back to thinking of names for this place. "Toad Bubble Flats" is a the latest. If it doesnt catch on maybe Tim and I could start a country music band with that name. I get dibs on playing the jug.