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How cool that you will be in the paper. I think you should tell them to come to Chickenstock!
I spoke with the reporter from the newspaper. While she was very happy that I talked with her I think I ruined her idea for the article. I told her I'd supply her with insight to the backyard chicken raiser world, provide her with facts and figures, but I didn't want my name mentioned. I suggested she come to Chickenstock, that it would be a great source of information, but her idea was to write about me. She now has to try and get her head around approaching an article from a different prospective.
 
Juise: If you haven't tried them yet, I highly recommend Hyland's Teething Tablets (or their teething gel). However, the they do contain dairy if you have any sensitivities to that. A good friend of mine uses these since they can't have dairy. The hylands are at meijer, target, walmart, and probably the drug store chains too. They were magical little white pills with our second, and I've already got a bottle for when our 5 month old starts to teethe.
 
The morning is starting off cool and the forecast for the coming days isn't to shabby. Supposedly it will reach 90 by Sunday. Do you think that summer has finally arrived?

A person from the local newspaper contacted me and wants to do an article about raising chickens. She will be calling me later this morning and while I don't mind talking with her I don't think I care to be mentioned by name in the article. Technically I have exceeded the allowable square footage for outbuildings and I don't think I need to have additional attention drawn to me.
I can appreciate that you don't want unwarranted attention. It can be both a good and bad experience. But I'm sure you can showcase the positives of having chickens. I wonder how she got your name?

It seems like whenever you rise against the crowd, someone throws a rock at you. Since I got the chicken ticket, other people are contacting me about getting the ordinance changed and a few have stopped by out of the blue.

A kid on a bike stopped yesterday and said he "heard" that I had animals and asked if he could see them. I told him that he can't come past the sidewalk without having a parent with him. There is no way I'm having a kid around without his parents with him. I said the same to the guy down the street with his 15 YO daughter, she is getting into 4H and is interested in getting chickens too.
 
I suggested she come to Chickenstock, that it would be a great source of information, but her idea was to write about me. She now has to try and get her head around approaching an article from a different prospective.
You could sent her my way. If a city boy can raise chickens, country folks can do it better.
 
Mom2 and Nigellas... if it works out for both of you to bring the uggos to Nigellas, I'm fine with that. What ever works for you guys! Just let me know!
Nigellas, I'll bring you some hostas too. How many do you want? I have several!

Mom2, given your history.. perhaps you should go get checked out by the dr too. Hope you feel better.

Well, the parents picked up the spare keys and dropped them off, I took them out to dinner. The key over the phone thing wouldn't work (even if it did, I'm skeptical).. we only have hard keys for the old puick, so we be kickin it old school! You know some of those keys are down right expensive, with transmitters in them, one of our cars has that and it costs 25$ and a trip to the dealership to have it programmed.
 
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Back in my shackled to an office days I offered to drop the office mail in the drop box on my way out one afternoon. I pulled up to the drop box that was across the parking lot, hopped out, ran around the car and shoved the mail in the slot, turned around to get back in only to realize the door had automatically locked when I got out. Luckily it was summer and my sunroof was open.

I've never seen anyone climb in a sun roof - was it fun?
 
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