Hi everyOkie! I am all caught up - finally! I made notes as I went. I have a lot, so I won't bore everyone with all my comments, but here are a few.
About avatars:
Sooner - I still love the snowball cochins in yours - very apropo considering the current conditions - but so much cuter than the weather forecast!
HennyP - LOVE your happy new avatar - I am so glad you're playing in the church band - you are such a shoe-in! Sorry to hear about your little dog - I hope he's okay.
Kate - your avatar is still freaking me out, but I'll get used to it - so no worries.
Robin - For the longest time while reading today I couldn't tell if your avatar was a photo or one of your paintings...and I'd decided it HAD to be a painting because the hen in it has such a wonderfully expressive countenance! So when I saw the post with the full photo, I found I'd been fooled again...you are SO GOOD! Keep it up, girl! And I love your never-ending sweet campaign movement for us to foster each other's unwanted roosters, etc. (But I'm one of those you can put on the "don't call" list for that...I have an axe and I'm not afraid to use it!)
Stimpy. I don't know what to say. Fentanyl patches? Speaking of which...when do you find out about your NPIP test? Should I worry about the too-few times I've come into contact with you? Do I need to consult Dr. Les NNbreeder about treatment options for your pals? Another thing Stimpy, you mentioned your stuck truck. I have to tell my story from today: My driveway could be used as an ice skating rink. The part at the top by the garage is flat and covered by a sheet of ice that's 5" thick in places. Jack brought his '92 F-150 over this afternoon to take me to get feed and straw to put in the chicken run, and when I came out of the house he was spinning the bald tires on my skating rink. I gestured to him that I would put my purse and my can of Diet DP in the cab, then I'd move to the back of the truck. When I opened the passenger door to dump my stuff he said, "Don't try to push it - you'll fall on the ice." I said "I'm not going to push...I'm going to get in the back." I crouched in the bed of the truck and bounced a little to help the spinning tires burn into the ice. It worked. When we got to the street and he stopped so I could get into the cab I looked at him and awaited his comment. He was wise enough not to say anything but he couldn't hide his smirk... When we drove back up the driveway this afternoon the truck had 250 pounds of feed & scratch, 3 bales of wheat straw and FOUR NEW TIRES on it. Go figure.
I'm considering making a trip to Blanchard just to see those of you who may be there, but I don't know yet.
