For Seriouszzz...
I believe that the swine flu, pirate attacks, and Susan Boyle are merely tools that the media has employed to distract us from the doom and gloom of our current economic recession. To their credit, I believe it's working. After all, what could possibly be more distracting than some *flying pigs, pirates yo-ho-ho-ing and taking over a big boat, and a lady with bushy man-like eyebrows? That's right...pretty much nothing.
By Monday, I am going to have at least two but up to fourteen baby chickens to feed. And clean up after. Perhaps that will soften that biological clock from deep within that sometimes starts ticking a bit too loudly for me at this time in my life. Loud ticks in one's head...or uterus... are never good things.
Shortly after the above mentioned chickens are born, they will be shipped to the chicken farm, slaughtered, and enjoyed by a family of 4 at a Chick-Fil-A near me. That sort of puts a damper on the whole process. Besides turkey, **chicken is pretty much the only meat I eat these days. Hopefully this doesn't push me into vegetarianism. I have nothing against those who choose not to eat meat, but I have so much going on in my life right now that I simply don't have the time to start a new project, creative nutrition, at this time.
I came to the conclusion that I have an undiagnosed ADHD condition because I simply cannot sit still for too long. This may be legitimate or I may very well be too similar to the swine flu crazies and took an extra spoonful of paranoia. It doesn't effect me enough to really delve deep into the situation. The way I see it, the mind is better not to idle for too long anyhow.
It is ridiculous to be scared of a basset hound.
If I were an alcoholic drink I think I'd be a bit fruity, a lot sweet, and have a little umbrella sticking out with the googley eyes pin. I'd come in one of those funky shaped cups. Preferably a pink one.
I am literally at a loss about Mother's Day. Wowsers.
Along with cotton balls, q-tips squeak me out. So do overly-cottony cotton shirts when they get damp.
*Haha, get it? Flying pigs = swine flu (flew)! I can't take full credit for that awesomeness though, I heard something similar somewhere...:)
**No, the reason I don't eat pork has nothing to do with the swine flu. That is just a whole different journal entry. I will eat beef on rare occasions. I'm not opposed to beef in any way, I simply just don't seem to eat much of it. This has nothing to do with the previous Mad Cow scare. ;)
By Monday, I am going to have at least two but up to fourteen baby chickens to feed. And clean up after. Perhaps that will soften that biological clock from deep within that sometimes starts ticking a bit too loudly for me at this time in my life. Loud ticks in one's head...or uterus... are never good things.
Shortly after the above mentioned chickens are born, they will be shipped to the chicken farm, slaughtered, and enjoyed by a family of 4 at a Chick-Fil-A near me. That sort of puts a damper on the whole process. Besides turkey, **chicken is pretty much the only meat I eat these days. Hopefully this doesn't push me into vegetarianism. I have nothing against those who choose not to eat meat, but I have so much going on in my life right now that I simply don't have the time to start a new project, creative nutrition, at this time.
I came to the conclusion that I have an undiagnosed ADHD condition because I simply cannot sit still for too long. This may be legitimate or I may very well be too similar to the swine flu crazies and took an extra spoonful of paranoia. It doesn't effect me enough to really delve deep into the situation. The way I see it, the mind is better not to idle for too long anyhow.
It is ridiculous to be scared of a basset hound.
If I were an alcoholic drink I think I'd be a bit fruity, a lot sweet, and have a little umbrella sticking out with the googley eyes pin. I'd come in one of those funky shaped cups. Preferably a pink one.
I am literally at a loss about Mother's Day. Wowsers.
Along with cotton balls, q-tips squeak me out. So do overly-cottony cotton shirts when they get damp.
*Haha, get it? Flying pigs = swine flu (flew)! I can't take full credit for that awesomeness though, I heard something similar somewhere...:)
**No, the reason I don't eat pork has nothing to do with the swine flu. That is just a whole different journal entry. I will eat beef on rare occasions. I'm not opposed to beef in any way, I simply just don't seem to eat much of it. This has nothing to do with the previous Mad Cow scare. ;)