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I'm smilling, crying and hugging you from Georgia!!!! Thank you so for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!! You are an earthly Angel!...Love you ....Nancy
 
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I love you, Cindi !
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Here is my story. This happened this morning (11/22/2010). I'll tell you in a BRIEF way.


My mom decided that she wanted to buy me some more chicken feed because I was running low. So, we went to tractor supply co. (my FAVORITE store) and I picked out three bags. Two bags of regular laying grain and a bag of scratch. We left the store and drove home and decided to go ahead and put it in the shed which is right next to the coop, where we keep their food. (My older sister was here too.) So, I then decided to feed them, because I hadn't fed them for three days and their food container was empty. I don't REALLY go in the run/coop very much at the moment because I have three full grown roosters, two five mo. old cocks, and two hens and I don't want to freak out the roos. So, I just opened the fence door (thingy) and kind of sat in the doorway with a container (small container) full of grain and decided to just pour it on the ground instead of in their container (the container was far away
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). So, I poured the food on the ground and the larger chickens came to get some. Well, one of my five mo. old roos decided to attempt to go out of the coop and get some grass (they ate the grass that they have access to). So, he ran almost past me and I grabbed his tail feathers and was just holding him by his feathers (my other hand was occupied) in the doorway. My mom was standing outside of the coop right there and she had NO idea what to do. She said, "What do I do?!?!" and I calmly said, "Open the fence door more." She was in panic mode, so she had to proccess it for a minute and while she was standing there panicking my sister jumped out of the car to help, but, my mom FINALLY
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opened the door and I pulled the little rooster back in (he is a bantam, Black Cochin/White Japaneese, light-weighted.) And that is pretty much my story! The End!!!
 
Funny memories! Love them.

When daughter was small - about 5 I had bad larngytis.

She came to me and climbed in my lap then and cried and I whispered, "what's the matter honey?"
She said "I miss your Big Fat Voice"...

I miss her at Thanksgiving but funny growing up memories continue....Enjoy your Cal. thanksgiving R, hope you're reading this! Mom
 
We all know someone in our life that is always looking to help others....I mean I just met this lady about 5 months ago and she is such a do gooder from the total true sense of the word....No whining about her life and all the ups and downs, just looks for ways to help others.... She knows the destruction of a hurricane on her home, the anguish of domestic problems, the loss of a child through a serious incident and instead of all this making her bitter or recluse, she reaches out to help others. Every time I see her post on f...bk, it's to help others...,.Yesterday, I learn she's busy working on a ramp building for a local woman who has to guide her husband down rickety stairs. And she just wrote to the world - any concrete? wood, etc. I just love her! Agencies are great and I love the Red Cross etc., but when I see people out there, where there's a need, they are like a one person orchestrator and do it so well, that none of us feel put upon....She just brightens any day!
 
Happy Happy Happy I am!!!!

Finally after answering almost 100 calls, setting up 10 appointments and finally yesterday I sold my fur coat...

All the proceeds go to a local charity that helps our community and I'm bringing the funds to them today. Thank you Lord for selling that coat so I could help!!!!!
 

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