Official Squatch Watchers

[Chickassan]

My hoodie is a lie, it has pockets with zippers but they're so shallow that they are useless. I should have unzipped before I purchased, but who thinks they'd make crap pockets that don't hold anything zip?

Ha I have only boughten hoodies with pockets too.. i do have some regular sweat shirts that don't have pockets. But I used them when I layer.

 

[FlyingNunFarm]

Pockets are a must. I wear nurses scrub pants for work. They certainly aren't stylish but they are cooler then jeans (full of spandex) and try a lot faster too. Hey splashed with water enough and you want whatever dries fastest. No butt pockets but I get two front and at least one extra leg. Sometimes two!
I always wear mens pajama pants. Only way I can get pockets on those. Not always cute but I must have pockets! I can get away with mens cotton shorts but other types of pants don't fit me. Too much junk in the trunk. I wear a lot of mens t-shirts too.

eta funny pocket story:
I have an old winter coat that is my outside work coat. It's a Columbia ski coat. So there is an inner liner that can be separated from the outer shell and you can wear each piece separately. The only reason I stopped wearing it as a daily coat was the zipper on the outer shell broke. So normally I wear both pieces but zip the inner liner.

Ok...funny story. With both pieces on I have eight pockets. They are filled with all sorts of stuff for working outside. When my Sister and BIL came over to install my FNF sign he asked if I had a screwdriver. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a long shafted flat head. My Sister just started laughing. "Of course. Who doesn't carry a large screwdriver in their pocket?"

 

[Anansi]

I’m trying to decide if I hurt myself wrangling Thing 1, or if I have something more serious going on. About an hour and a half ago, after feeding Thing 1 on my lap and fighting to keep him from grabbing EVERYTHING off my desk, I started having pain on the upper right side of my abdomen. It hurts worse when I move or breathe deep. It shoots up into a rib when I do those things but it fades to a 2-3 when I lay still. I don’t have a fever, no rebound tenderness, good appetite, no nausea.

I think it has to be musculoskeletal, not intestinal. I’m in a wait, rest and see pattern for now.

Do you still have your gallbladder? It sits in that area and if there are stones it can cause that type of pain. Just a thought.

 

[Redhead Rae]

Do you still have your gallbladder? It sits in that area and if there are stones it can cause that type of pain. Just a thought.

Only things I’ve had surgically removed are my wisdom teeth and Thing 1. So I still have my gallbladder.

 

[Molpet]

Columbia ski coat

I have those too... I love all those pockets, I put my wallet in the outer inside pocket and zip up the liner one over it.. no one is picking my pocket. The new ones don't seem to have the inner zip pockets anymore. I carry a leatherman multi tool, so handy

 

[Molpet]

My hoodie is a lie, it has pockets with zippers but they're so shallow that they are useless. I should have unzipped before I purchased, but who thinks they'd make crap pockets that don't hold anything zip?

I hate fake lying pockets

 

[FlyingNunFarm]

I have those too... I love all those pockets, I put my wallet in the outer inside pocket and zip up the liner one over it.. no one is picking my pocket. The new ones don't seem to have the inner zip pockets anymore. I carry a leatherman multi tool, so handy

One of my favorite features of the coat was the ability to unzip it from the bottom. So when I got in the car or sat down anywhere in the coat it didn't ride up on my body. Last I looked they had done away with that feature. If they ever come back with it I'll buy another Columbia for sure. It's still my favorite coat.

 

[21hens-incharge]

Love me some good pockets!
My leather coat for riding has 2 inner and 3 outer all are big enough to hold a lot.

I too buy mens jeans for the durability and better pocket size.







I took Puddin for her last vet visit. The consensus was she had a stroke. She went very very peacefully.
Honestly it is a relief to have it over. She was really struggling.

 

[pitbullmomma]

Feck.

What I came home to.

I got home from work and went outside to check the chooks. I went in the backyard and lo and behold, I have chickens (!) strolling (!) around, free, in the yard. Big Bird just walking around with her big white poof, like I just let them free range, unsupervised. Half of my big girls (and the Originals) walking around, free, all over the backyard.

Big pile of feathers on the ground.

I start screaming for my husband to come out here..."What the feck..why are my chickens strolling around??!! Go get the keys!!!" because I am doing a head count and coming up one short. I look in the coop, my sweet Brahma bantam, Willow, is gone.

Clueless DH is like, "I heard Bucco barking and sniffing around under the deck before when I let them out, you better check under the deck" (and why didn't you think to look at the time? Not that it would have mattered).

I go running towards the deck, take a flying leap over a big log that is by the firepit, gash my shin, land on my bad wrist, while noticing the pile of unmoving chicken under the deck that used to be one of my favorite chickens, Willow. Sweet Willow, who would always fly up on my shoulder when I got mealworms, sweet Willow, who would peck the back of my pants if I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I loved that chicken. Something got her and ripped her throat out.

Somehow, the side of the run that DH had covered in hardware cloth had come open. There is a breach. DH says the staples must have popped out, and so he nailed it. So Maya must have gotten out through a small breach, it wasn't my fault, I am not a bad chicken mom, I didn't miss her at headcount. Doesn't make me feel any better.

Meanwhile, in the other (secure) smaller run, my sweet Serama Suzi somehow has half the top of her beak ripped off, a chunk out of her comb, blood all over her chest, tail down, looking traumatized and with an empty crop at sundown.

I just spent the last hour and a half trying to get her to eat and drink (which she finally did, thank you @rjohns39 for your ghostly voice in my head telling me to get a can of tuna, cuz the lifesaving egg/olive oil/mealworm shake just wasn't that appealing). I put her in a hospital cage in the garage. I am nursing my traumatized self with a Founders Breakfast Stout, which my almost-equally traumatized husband was nice enough to get me while I was cleaning the blood off of Suzi.

If I lose one more chicken (or anything else happens) I am getting a game cam and a live stream. And perhaps a shotgun (wait, did Yoga Girl just say that? Yes she did).

RIP, sweet Willow. I will miss you badly.

(Edited, as usual, for the world's worst typing. Feck it.)

 

[Redhead Rae]

Love me some good pockets!
My leather coat for riding has 2 inner and 3 outer all are big enough to hold a lot.

I too buy mens jeans for the durability and better pocket size.







I took Puddin for her last vet visit. The consensus was she had a stroke. She went very very peacefully.
Honestly it is a relief to have it over. She was really struggling.

Feck.

What I came home to.

I got home from work and went outside to check the chooks. I went in the backyard and lo and behold, I have chickens (!) strolling (!) around, free, in the yard. Big Bird just walking around with her big white poof, like I just let them free range, unsupervised. Half of my big girls (and the Originals) walking around, free, all over the backyard.

Big pile of feathers on the ground.

I start screaming for my husband to come out here..."what the feck..why are my chickens strolling around??!! Go get the keys!!!" because I am doing a head count and coming up one short. I look in the coop, my sweet Brahma Bantam, Willow, is gone.

Clueless DH is like, "I heard Bucco barking and sniffing aroundunder the deck before when I let them out, you better check under the deck" (and why didn't you think to look at the time? Not that it would have mattered).

I go running towards the deck, take a flying leap over a big log that is by the firepit, gash my shin, land on my bad wrist, while noticing the pile of unmoving chicken under the deck that used to be one of my favorite chickens, Willow. Sweet Willow, who would always fly up on my shoulder when I got mealworms, sweet Willow, who would peck the back of my pants if I wasn't paying enough attentioon to her. I loved that chicken. Something got her and ripped her throat out.

Somehow, the side of the run tat DH jhad coered in hardware cloth had come open. There is a breach DH says the staples must have popped out, and so he nailed it. So Maya must have gotten out through a small breach, it wasn't my fault, I am not a bad chicken mom, I didn't miss her at headcount. Doesn't make me feel any better.

Meanwhile, in the other (secure) smaller run, my sweet Serama Suzi somehow has half the top of her beak ripped off, a chunk out of her comb, blood all over her chest, tail down, looking traumatized and with an empty crop at sundown.

I just spent the last hour and a half trying to get her to eat and drink (which she finally did, thank you @rjohns39 for your ghostly voice in my head telling me to get a can of tuna, cuz the lifesaving egg/olive oil/mealworm shake just wasn't that appealing). I put her in a hospital cage in the garage. I am nursing my traumatized self with a Founders Breakfast Stout, which my almost-equally traumatzed husband was nice enough to get me while I was cleaning the blood off of Suzi.

If I lose one more chicken (or anything else happens) I am getting a game cam and a live stream. And perhaps a shotgun (wait, did Yoga Girl just say that? Yes she did).

RIP, Sweet Willow. I will miss you badly.

I’m so sorry, that is horrible. I hope you catch the tatering critter. Get a .22 rifle. They are easier for newbies to firearms than shotguns.