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Check out that perfect corner!



Tara! The chicken tractor in progress.





Dog yard extraordinaire!

Wonderful hubby, aka Timster. the Timeroni, el Timateo, Timiny,Timstance, Timeroo, Timpani, well you get who i mean, has been the project king since our arrival here in NC. There have been dog fences erected, horse fence pounded in, water filtration systems rigged(not just here but at Diana's too), drains unclogged and chicken houses getting built..in the image of Tara no less. He has had his tools smoking since they came off the truck! I cant get over how much the man knows how to do...He might have wanted to keep it to himself actually, because now that I know the depth of talent I married....well ...there will be no end to the questions and crazy requests I can come up with!! teehee. He's a new man here in the south, I personally think it agrees with him.

Seriously though, I cant be happier with the wonderful things he is building and has built for our fur family. All that and he designed my business card. I figured he deserved some very public brags and thanks...so all together now: " Tim is great, Tim is good ,all hail King Tim! He the man!" yay! clap, clap, clap, whistle, whistle! wooowoooo.......thanks baba! xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

theres exercize and then theres EXERCIZE

notice the sweat line down to the knees...


I am not sure why it is but i can actually notice the days getting shorter here. I don't think I noticed it in SD until , say November...... in any case the sun peaks out after 6:30 am and the sets around 8pm. This puts a bit of a damper on my walks. I took off at my regular pm walk and found myself walking the last quarter of it in some pretty dark dusk. Its only a little creepy out there especially if you blast some journey out of your ipod for company! In any case, last evening I was getting a late start again( I never learn) so I invited Tim to go too. This does two things, gives me more time with honey and keeps the"I don't want you walking in the dark" lectures to a minimum. So off we went. It took to the end of the drive to tell this was going to be a very different kind of walk than I usually take. Phrases like "lets get this over with" and "its not even exercise" where already flying around. Now mind you I don't stroll, I walk at a good pace for three miles ...twice a day. Now if a turtle needs rescuing or if there is a frog track that needs looking at, I take the time to do it. But not Tim, after about a third of a mile being towed down the road I mentioned the fact that we are out together having a nice bit of exercise and was snorted at. Yes, snorted at with much disdain.....sigh. It was "my heart rate" this and "not doing any good" that blah blah blah. Well! I never.......grin. I guess as usual the Venus / Mars continuum strikes again. Exercise being a relative term.



-Relative to the amount of sweat pouring off you. Tim: soaked Beth: damp



-the amount of pain your body is in. Tim: 3 to 6 Excedrin Beth: a good stretch



-the amount of recovery time it takes to do it all over again. Tim: several days Beth: morning to evening when you can do it again.







Maybe its not fair to call it a man/ woman thing maybe we should call it a modern/old fashioned thing or a Amish/English thing or a dog/cat thing...you get the picture. In any case, Ill move my little walkies earlier, turn up my ipod when a ting tings song comes on and enjoy the frogs, the pigs, the snakes and the pretty spider webs I spy along the way. Tim can lay in a puddle of sweat clutching his Excedrin and calling for a gatorade. To each his own!

sights and sounds

"I dont do yard work..." uh huh.....

Writesville beach on a saturday!

Hwy 76 ends in a culdesac!

where I considered a caftan.....

sign said road ends 850 ft......they werent kidding!

southern icon in Burgaw!

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!