Stella's Social Club

I voted today!

DW is out of town until 2/4.
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oops, I meant DW is out of town until 2/4
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She actually left Thursday, but has had wi-fi at the Bed & Breakfast. so she's been able to bother me contact me until today.
 
Dar, I could never do it, nor would I ever be asked, but that's a whole different story. If your emotions get the better of you, take a deep breath and ask everyone to finish the song with you. They will understand.

I had an unfortunate incident at my grandmother's funeral many years ago. I burst out in laughter. I was sitting in the back row with my five sisters because one of them arrived late and we didn't want to walk to the front and make a disturbance. During the service as I was remembering my grandmother, I suddenly recalled an experience I had with her when she was nearly 100 years old. She was living with my then-husband and I because her house had burned down. She was in her room sleeping and we had some of our young friends over to play poker. She heard us, came out of her room, pulled up a chair at the poker table, and talked for an hour about what things were like when she was our age. If memory serves me right, the subject of wringing a chicken's neck was covered in great detail. Now of course, no one at that table had ever wrung a chicken's neck but they stopped playing poker and listened to every word she said. Eventually she got tired and went back to bed and we continued the game. Our friends had been amazingly kind and respectful of her. She probably drifted off to sleep thinking she should have been a motivational speaker. Just remembering that night made me start laughing, which got all my sister's laughing too. We pulled ourselves together as the "mourners" turned back around to the front. After the service, my Dad wanted to know who was to blame and my sister's ratted me out in a New York minute!

The moral of the story is that there are worse things than crying at a funeral.
 
For Dar. (and anyone else with the stamina to sit through it) I made this video of my trip to Alaska for the congregation of my parent's church. They attended services at a membership RV resort where they kept a fifth wheel permanently. Many of the other parishioners were full timers, living in their RV's and were just passing through. The sadness and loss of the last few days caused me to pull this old DVD out and watch it. It always lifts me up. The quality is poor. The video was shot on a cheap camcorder from the deck of a ship and the window of a seaplane. There was no high def in 2004. It is way too long, etc. But my Dad asked me to do it and that meant the world to me. Maybe it will lift someone else up.

Mary
 
How was the show Deb? Hope your birds did well
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It was great, thanks for asking. I did pretty well for a show of that size (just shy of 4,000 birds). We literally just got home from coop out. I just stopped in the house to put on my grubbies, eat a quick yogurt and now have to head back out to unload the birds, give a quick spray for any bugs we may have picked up and settle them in.

I'll report back later with a few photos.

Deb
 
Oh..........................and I only came home with six more birds than I left with.............................
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(wasn't someone supposed to stop me?)

Deb
 
Remember.................I asked someone to follow me around at the show and slap me in the back of the head if I tried to buy anything................at least anything that constituted a new breed. I guess it's not a new breed if you had already planned to expand into them, right?

Deb
 

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