Sitting with a cup of coffee. (coffee lovers)

[3goodeggs]

I am used to it. My parents and brother are the same way.
I would not have expected him to apologize to my husband -and I was surprised when my husband told me that he did.

I do have a husband and son that respect me so I just pick my company.

There is a saying, 'What you allow will continue.'
Some people do not, can not change, so one must just either change their expectations or their company.
I think that is why I like dogs and plants.
They are truthful.
If they don't like the environment, the plants die.
If the dog doesn't like you, they avoid you...or bite you.

I was a good environment for my family, but they were not a good environment for me.
Misery might like my company, but I don't like theirs.

Grumble grumble -maybe I am a curmudgeon. GASP! What a horrible realization!

 

[MagicPidge]

I am used to it. My parents and brother are the same way.
I would not have expected him to apologize to my husband -and I was surprised when my husband told me that he did.

I do have a husband and son that respect me so I just pick my company.

There is a saying, 'What you allow will continue.'
Some people do not, can not change, so one must just either change their expectations or their company.
I think that is why I like dogs and plants.
They are truthful.
If they don't like the environment, the plants die.
If the dog doesn't like you, they avoid you...or bite you.

I was a good environment for my family, but they were not a good environment for me.
Misery might like my company, but I don't like theirs.

Grumble grumble -maybe I am a curmudgeon. GASP! What a horrible realization!

Wise words. I wish I could've told myself the same thing a few years ago.

 

[ronott1]

My father in law will argue the day of the week with you. I finally said one time, "You are right, we are wrong. You are right.". Then my husband said," Yes. You are right we are wrong -you win." Then my mother in law threw up her hands, said. "You are right you are defiantly right."
Then he realized that we were not going to argue any more and he looked ashamed. Found out later that he was indeed wrong and realized what we had done and he apologized to my husband for making a scene when he shouldn't have.

I get no apologies, ever, from anyone. I am female and invisible.

I think that is why I like BYC. You would not know I existed in person, but here you all actually acknowledge my existence... unless I really don't exist and I am a computer generated program. That would explain a lot.

That is so sad!

Personality disorders work like your description and they do tend to run in families.

 

[Bunnylady]

... unless I really don't exist and I am a computer generated program. That would explain a lot.

"I think I think; therefore I might be?"

Hey, Jan? We love you.

My FIL wouldn't talk to me on the phone. He'd call, and ask if my husband was here. If he wasn't, all he'd say is, "tell him I called," and hang up. Most of the time, I could have answered whatever question he'd had when he called, but I just figured, hey, his kids all lived at least 4 hours away from him for a reason . . . .

I am glad that I am able to say that before he died, a lot of the weapons came down, and I finally got to know the man behind all of the armor. It's a shame we couldn't have been friends before then, but, it wasn't my choice to make.

 

[chickisoup]

Thank you for the laugh this morning Deb, being a Gemini myself (birthday this Wednesday) I couldn't resist even tho I watched it thru tears, my heart is just a little broken this morning. My so very sweet little white hen passed during the night. She would have been 4 yrs old in the summer. She would surprise attack me and land on my shoulder, tug on my pants leg to be picked up and enjoyed being carried around. So many stories to tell of her antics. She stopped laying a few weeks ago but that wasn't odd for her. She always had minor "plumbing" problems after my other hens (the batteries that have all past now) came down with a respiratory illness when she was just a pullet. Why she died, I don't know, I can only theorize, I couldn't bring myself to do an autopsy. She had been limping off and on for the past week but after checking her feet for bumblefoot and finding nothing I just assumed she had probably sprained something coming off the roost. She had limped for a few days back when the snow was melting but then she was fine so I just assumed she might have reinjured whatever that was. She had gotten better the past few days to the point you could barely see the limp but then 2 (?) days ago she just seemed not herself, not as excited about her favorite mealworms, etc. then yesterday she was limping badly and not seeming interested too much in being with the other girls (she was always in the middle of the action before) and I had to pick her up and carry her over to the run last night when I locked the girls in. I knew then she was in trouble because that was always the signal for the evening treat and she never missed that!

When I went to open the coop this morning I knew something was very wrong. There was none of the usual chattering when they heard me coming and none of the squacking to hurry up and open the pophole when I started rattling the lock. It was just quiet as a whisper. When I lifted the door, everyone came out quietly and just stood and looked at me. I looked inside for Noodle, hoping that she just needed help but my heart knew. I opened the "people" door and saw her laying in the pine chips on the catch board that's a few inches below their roost bar just below from where I had set her the night before. There was a large cleared area in the pine chips right next to her where someone must have laid next to her all night. My guess would be it was probably her buddy, Gravy. I had left the people door propped open and during this whole time all my other hens just quietly watched me, all except my large BA young lady I nicknamed Einstein (because of her ability to figure out how to get into and out of things). She stood the closest making a soft, haunting, purring sound the entire time. I said goodbye and left Noodle where she lay and went off to find the shovel. After getting things prepped, I returned with a towel to wrap her in and laid her to rest under a white pine not far from the coop that was clearly marked for the loggers to not touch. I went to work cleaning the area where she had lain, removing the pinechips and cleaning the coop. One by one the other hens came in and stood for a moment, looked at what I was doing, then without a sound, wandered off. Again, all but Einstein. She had positioned herself in front of the nestboxes (after first looking into each one) and watched me the whole time, once again, uttering the low purr, stopping only to give and occasional soft cluck as if calling to her friend.

It is well into the morning now and I have still heard no sound in the chicken yard except an occasional purr. I will so very much miss my sweet little girl. I think Einstein and the other girls will too.

 

[chickisoup]

Sorry if my previous post seems "out of sinc" it took me a very long time to type.

Of course Jan! We love you!!! we are your "family" here, aren't we? We are hear to listen, to acknowledge, to understand, to care for one another. I mean really. Who else would "get" all of us crazy coffee loving chicken crazy folks if not for each other? Who else would even understand our particular form of crazy???

I totally understand the disfunctional family part. Only difference was that I had the misfortune to be born into mine and was able to make my escape as soon as I was old enough to comprehend what normal was supposed to be.

 

[Bunnylady]

Chicki, I'm sorry you lost your hen. Your flock remind me of a line from Watership Down, "My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today."

 

[Chicken Ladies]

Chick I, sorry for your loss.... Well written, and it is never easy to let go of a loved pet
3good eggs, we do see your posts and acknowledge you. Don't think you are cantaknerious... (I'm a terrible speller)
At least not around us.

 

[sourland]

I think that is why I like BYC. You would not know I existed in person, but here you all actually acknowledge my existence... unless I really don't exist and I am a computer generated program. That would explain a lot.

Fire that programmer, IMMEDIATELY!

 

[perchie.girl]

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Yah I know... back in 54 ... sometime. just meaning I dont feel "soon to be 60"

deb