You should give some to the local thrift store and see how many end up given back to you. Maybe mark them on the bottom or something so you know they were from you. Take a few in at a time that way you don't end up w/ the whole box back.


or worse, used to MAKE a gnome!


It's about time! He's so like Steve.. I wonder if it's an orpington thing.. maybe there's a higher incidence of later development.


If I go into the coop after dark William will crow while I'm in there, so it could be that they hear or see you (or something) out there and start making noise.


That's horrible, but at least he wasn't hurt too badly. I'm always worried about my kids crossing the road. It's a fairly busy road near the school. All it takes is one person not paying attention. It's one of the reasons I drive my kids to school instead of having them walk.. There's a period where it's still dark out when they'd leave and people zip by way too fast, esp kids who are in a big rush to get to school.


:hugs


Oh wow. I hope they can get you in. Did you eat anything that had a lot of salt?
The pain is causing my high blood pressure.
 
I grew up in a huge post ww2 row-home neighborhood.
There were kids everywhere.
It was a great place to grow up.

In the summertime we were outside playing by 8 am.
We stayed outside all day, could walk right into any friends house, never said we were bored and played until dinner time, then after, until the streetlights came on.

Almost every one I grew up with stayed right there in the area and are still there to this day.

We moved all over the country.

It’s hard to stay connected to people when your life is so different.

My best friend was the middle kid in a family of 5 with two older brothers and two younger sisters.

Her parents were so nice. Her mom was THE BOMB.
So pretty. So kind. Always smiling. (She was strict though, but in all the right ways.) She raised a great group of kids and helped raise the rest of us too.

Whenever the pack of us girls went out to play (including a bunch others from their culdesac and me from across the street ) the mom would always say “TAKE MEGGIE WITH YOU! And hold her hand!” I didn’t have a little sister so I always volunteered.

Meggie was the baby.
God we loved her. All of us.
Loved her.

Last night I found out she died a few days ago!

I haven’t been able to get in touch with anyone to find out any details.
I sleuthed on Facebook and google until my eyes and fingers were tired.

I’m so sad and whistful today.
So sorry:hugs
 
They are going home his son has four broken fingers, dislocated shoulder, a cut on his head and a large bad cut on his hand. He was crossing the street in front of the school when he was hit. The person that was driving didn’t stop it is a hit and run :rant

What's wrong with people and school situations lately? The rules and laws haven't changed, that are so many children getting hurt? And the taking off part is just so wrong. I understand the panic but you can't run from it. I hope he heals quickly. My dad was hit by a truck once while he was doing a bike ride (I think MS ride) and the kid driving took off
Thankfully, his dad made him come back. My dad had a shattered hand :/ I'm sorry he's going through all this :(

They caught the hit and run driver. It is a female driver and a male passenger

Glad they caught them. Now what happens?

I grew up in a huge post ww2 row-home neighborhood.
There were kids everywhere.
It was a great place to grow up.

In the summertime we were outside playing by 8 am.
We stayed outside all day, could walk right into any friends house, never said we were bored and played until dinner time, then after, until the streetlights came on.

Almost every one I grew up with stayed right there in the area and are still there to this day.

We moved all over the country.

It’s hard to stay connected to people when your life is so different.

My best friend was the middle kid in a family of 5 with two older brothers and two younger sisters.

Her parents were so nice. Her mom was THE BOMB.
So pretty. So kind. Always smiling. (She was strict though, but in all the right ways.) She raised a great group of kids and helped raise the rest of us too.

Whenever the pack of us girls went out to play (including a bunch others from their culdesac and me from across the street ) the mom would always say “TAKE MEGGIE WITH YOU! And hold her hand!” I didn’t have a little sister so I always volunteered.

Meggie was the baby.
God we loved her. All of us.
Loved her.

Last night I found out she died a few days ago!

I haven’t been able to get in touch with anyone to find out any details.
I sleuthed on Facebook and google until my eyes and fingers were tired.

I’m so sad and whistful today.

I am so very sorry :(
 
The Ortho dr thinks its a pinched nerve but refused to give my pain meds. Mostly they seem to think Motrin can handle anything. Wrong.
Unfortunately now they look at everyone as drug seekers. I 2nd the chiro suggestion. I've never been, but I know people who swear by them. Just do your research, ask around and find a good one. I mean, at this point, what do you have to lose? Another option if you don't want to go that route is possible a massage, though IDK if they'd help you if you're hurt. My brother has degenerative disk disease and he gets regular massages b/c he said it helps more than any of the other stuff he was doing.
 

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