Spoiled. Rotten. Chickens.

We were hit with a torrential downpour today - not shocking considering this is November. In Oregon. Anyway, when the rain let up a bit Cody went to check on the girls and found two sopping wet moppets. The third was relatively dry. Apparently, the wind blew the coop door closed and when the rain started coming down in buckets, Dru and Buffy stood (rather stupidly) outside the door, resulting in their complete soaking. Angel at least had the good sense to get in the run, which is tarped on top. As the temp is supposed to dip down to the high 30's tonight (that'd be about 3 degrees for you, Emma ;)   we knew that we couldn't leave them in the coop until they were dry.

Which led us to do this:

 

Who's the prettiest chicken in the bathroom? Drusilla! At least she thinks so.

Call me crazy, but I'm betting HE never had this problem!

Give thanks...

This year, be sure to tell the ones you love how thankful you are that they are in your life.

No matter how weird and freaky they may be...

(This is why *I* fold the laundry.)

(I could say that this is a rarity, but I'd be lying. What can I say? I'm sweet. :)

(Just call him Gumby.)

(There are nooooo words.)

(Hands off, ladies! He's mine!)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

The last warm weather until...

...sometime next year. These pix are a few weeks old, but I'm wishing for some of that warm sunshine right about now (current temp. is 26 degrees and falling.)  We took full advantage of the gorgeous weather and headed to the river for the afternoon.

With the exception of some kayakers and one fisherman, we had the whole place to ourselves.

After hiking along the riverfront for awhile, we decided to settle ourselves on a beach area. I chose to do some sketching in my nature journal...

...while monkey-boy decided to clamber all over a large bunch of felled trees.

Is it horrible of me to admit that whilst he was clambering, crawling, and balancing his way across and over the trees, I kept hoping that he wouldn't fall because there was NO way I'd be able to drag him back to the car?? Seriously, the kid weighs a ton.

He tried to coax me out there with him, but I'm a big ol' chicken and was afraid I'd fall. (I know me, and I've seen me do it before.)

How's the weather in your neck of the woods? Are you wearing mukluks and huddled in front of the fire, or are you still slathering on sunblock and wearing shorts? (If you're in the later category, please don't rub it in. I may just send you some sleet in the mail.)

The Princess Bride

As some of you know (and you know who you are!) my son is active in a local community theatre for teens. Their fall production just concluded and they all had a blast! Once again, another mom and I were in charge of making a bunch of teens look like old people. What fun. :) 

This is the first time that I didn't get any pictures during dress rehearsal, but I did remember to snap a few pix backstage.

Here's Vizzini and the Ancient Booer:

Fezzik (aka Cody) and Miracle Max.

Fezzik, Inigo Montoya and Vizzini.

I'm always amazed at the amount of work that goes into putting on a play, and I am by no means the one who puts in the most time or energy. One of the other moms likened it to pregnancy and childbirth. It's a lot of work and a bit painful, but when it's all over you say "Gee. That wasn't so bad."  At which point you turn around a do it all over again. :)   Speaking of all over again, Cody's next audition is less than 2 weeks away. Here we go again...

I'm an oxymoron

A popular geek. Who knew??  Not only have I been kindly nominated for a Homeschool Blogger Award for Funniest Homeschool Blog (I humbly beg you to vote for me here), I've also been nominated for three Homeschool Misfit Awards! 





 

The Harried Homeschooler Award - "Good thing I don't neglect my kids like I do my blog." or "Who are all these kids and why are they wanting my attention when I'm trying to blog?". This is the blogger who has every intention of blogging regularly, but life just gets in the way sometime. Her family expects regular meals. What's up with that?  - Yep, that pretty much sums it up.

The Blabber Blog Award - "MOM, you put THAT photo/story on your blog?" This one's for the blogger who isn't afraid to embarrass her family for the sake of blog fodder.  - Ohhh, I have a sneaking suspicion that this post is why I was nominated. :)

And last but not least:

The Snarky Homeschooler Award - If you or your friend enjoys the snark and sarcasm, this is the award for you. - Me? Snarky? Never!! 

Should I be concerned that I was nominated for 3 times as many misfit awards??  Am I letting too much of my weirdness show through? Nah...

You Like Me! You Really Like Me!

Channeling my inner Sally Field (for those of you old enough to remember that acceptance speech) to say "Thank You" to the kind soul who nominated me for the Homeschool Blog Awards!!  I've been nominated in the Funniest Homeschool Blogger category, so if you'd be so kind as to pop over and vote for me, I'd appreciate it. :)



And a big shout out to my friend Lori, who was also nominated in this category! We smart-asses always stick together, don't we?

You know you're feeling better when...

...the sweetest husband in the world starts flicking you crap again.

OK, so you may be wondering how someone who has garnered the title "Sweetest Husband" could also flick his sickly wife crap.  And then you'll remember who my husband is. :)

But seriously, the way he earns that title is how he behaves when I am truly ill.

Friday night was the opening night of Cody's play (for which I help do the hair and makeup for the performances). After two hours of trying to make pubescent kids appear old and grey, I spent the performance curled up in my car. By 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning it was clear to everyone that I would not be spending my normal 11 hour stretch at the theatre with him (2 hours of hair/makeup, 2 hour performance, 2 hour dinner break in between performances, another 2 hours of hair and makeup, 2 hour performance, and then cleanup).  This is where Super-Hubby comes in. After getting up before dawn to cover a job for work, he was home all of 10 minutes before he had to head back out the door to get Cody to the theatre. By the end of the day he had spent 3 hours driving back and forth. He also ran to the store for me AND handled meals. In his spare time (no, I'm not joking) he tore down shelves and hung sheet rock in the garage. He stayed up until 1:00 a.m. - long after I had gone to bed - because I'd been hacking and wheezing (love that asthma) and he wanted to make sure I was breathing OK before he went to bed. See what I mean? Super Hubby.

Sunday morning rolled around and he was still sweetness and light. He kept working in the garage, ran errands, and cooked dinner. By the time evening rolled around, I was feeling semi-human again and it showed. Which is when we began to resume our normal snarky rolls.

Have you seen the new AMC series The Walking Dead that premiered on Sunday?


Being fans of the zombie genre we were excited for the premiere. It's the story of a sherrif's deputy who's been shot and awakens in the hospital some time later to find that while he was "sleeping" the zombie appocalypse occured. Without giving too much away, there's a father and son in the show that are conflicted as the wife/mother has become a zombie and the father can't bring himself to kill her, even though he knows he should. I turned to my dear, sweet hubby (see above) and said "Honey, if I turn into a zombie, I just want you to know that it's OK for you to kill me. I don't want you to feel guilty about it."

To which the love of my life looked deep into my eyes and replied: "Oh, I won't have a problem with it. I'll double-tap your ass."

Kinda chokes you up, doesn't it? ;)

On a side note, I'm also amazed at how many projects he got done around the house (even if it was in a self proclaimed effort to stay away from the walking plague carrier that was his fever wracked wife).  So now I'm thinking that if I *cough* plan things just right *sniffle* I can maybe get him to finish *achoo* the rest of the things on his honey-do list.