Sic em on a chicken

Please play the above song, and read along with the lyrics, if you need it.

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Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly


Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.


My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard

He's a mean so'm bitch

Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar


Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly


Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.


I heard this awful noise coming from the woods

I heard chicken screams

Know it ain't gonna be good


Well I think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken because I just heard a cry


Think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken

Think we lost the chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79


In a couple of years his spurs have grown

He wasn't safe to keep around the home

When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son

And I was sitting at home making fig preserves

And I'd seen where that kid got kicked in the face

And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved


So I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side


I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie


Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken.

Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly


Sic 'em on a chicken

Get that chicken

I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time.


Yeah. We killed the old red rooster. He was mean, and I wanted some pot pie. He attacked me on Saturday morning. He made me cry. And Joe? He shot his bloody head off. The end.
XOXO
Joce

Here I am. Just grumpy.

So, I keep checking in on my blog, and it is not posting on its own. So, I guess I will post here, now.
The only trouble is that I can't think of anything to write. Why? Because I am so so so so tired. Exhausted. Really really sleepy. And sick to my stomach. And lacking in energy. And nauseated. Alright. That's enough of that.
Hmmm.
Oh! It's because there's a baby in my belly. FYI.
Just in case the baby growing in the top right hand corner of my blog didn't give it away. I am very excited about it, I just can't work up the appropriate affect through the nausea-haze.
Hmmm.
Oh! Here's some news. We planted some trees. One each pear, peach, nectarine.
And raspberry bushes.
I got a tan today. Reading a book on the deck, and also transplanting some hyacinths and grape hyacinths today to make room for the raspberry bushes.
My cow is great, we bought a stake so we can tie her out on the lush grass on our lawn. She seems to really like that.
We bought some meat chicks at Tractor Supply. 12. They are eating/pooping machines. Luckily Joe just finished the chicken tractor, so we won't have to shovel their refuse. Which is good. Because shoveling chicken poop, just the thought, really, is making me sicker. More sick. Yeah, sicker.
Well, Brilyn is ready for bed, and really? So am I.
So.
XOXO
Joce

OH! I went to my parents' house on Monday and Tuesday, and I took these pics in their driveway on Tuesday morning. I was glad I brought my camera. It was invigorating. :)

A few of my favorite things

So, I was reading this book- Plain and Simple- written by a lady who went to live with the Amish a couple of times and then wrote about what she learned.
One thing she learned is to get rid of any possessions that aren't (a) useful or (b) your favorite.
I decided to apply that principle to my dining room and I am oh-so-happy with the results.
She went on to say that when all of the things in your home are things you use or things that are your favorite, you feel more comfortable in your surroundings because your home becomes a very clear representation of you. That's cool in itself.
Then, she makes the claim that when all you own are things that you need or things that are your favorite, you will LIKE cleaning them. Huh. Well, I tried that out today, and I will say this. I didn't HATE cleaning my dining room. I felt kind of satisfied. It was a fulfilling experience instead of job to get done.
And that brings me to second thing I (re)learned from what she learned. Be here now. Don't look at tasks as something to be quickly completed so that you can get on to something more important or interesting. All tasks in your life are part of what makes your life your own. Embrace them all and don't count some as more important than others. This even applies to brushing my retainers which, up until I read that, was something of a hateful task keeping me from my warm bed and good book. Now, as I carefully brush the little buggers, I think to myself, "Isn't it nice to have straight teeth?" or at least, "Isn't it nice to have teeth?"

So anyway, here's a few pics to enjoy.

Cade sleeps

Sleeping babes

Waiting for spring

Watching the chickens peck

Dining room

Dining room

XOXO

Joce

PS One thing I forgot to tell you about is that yesterday when my kids were wrapped up in blankets out on the deck watching the chickens, they decided to make a little trip down to see them up close. Which would be great, except that as you can see from the pic 'Waiting for spring' Cade was wearing his jammies (mammies, as he would say) and not so much wearing the shoes. Yeah. :)

Oooh! Little Banditos! Or, Photo Meme.

I indirectly memed myself over at threecollie's place. And it's a photo meme where you go to your picture folder, open your sixth folder, and post the sixth photo. Then tell the story behind the photo. Here is the photo. Here is the story. It all started with Joe yelling in a whispering voice, "Joce! Come here!" Into the workshop in the barn I went, to find Joe pointing to the ceiling and shushing me. "Listen!" So listen I did, and what did I hear? Chirp trilly chirp. Rustle rustle. CHIRP!

AH ! Baby bandits. And by bandits I mean chicken killers, but I won't go there today, what with the oh-so-cute mug shot looming above.

Joe handed me a broom with which to tap softly and by that I mean pound like a deranged washerwoman on the ceiling whilst he headed out the door with a hoe. One for potatoes, or weeding the garden in case anyone was wondering. And so I pounded the ceiling to scare the little buggers out to the opening in the rafters, and Joe used the hoe to snag and pull the dastardly punks out into the open. And thus we learned where the eggs were going. And also had a lot of fun playing with the little cuties. I mean very naughty chicken killing thieves.

But, there are cute. And I couldn't let Joe kill them. So he put them in a tree in the woods, so they could grow up and them we can kill them when they start harassing our chickens. You can see the logic there, right?

Anyway.

My uncle had a pet coon once, and he was cute too, for about 6 months. And then he just got mean. Plain ornery. That is my disclaimer to any of you who thought, "Boy, if I ever caught such cute little critters, I would keep them and love them and feed them and dress them in cute clothes and hug them and kiss them and love them and keep them for ever and ever and call them my very own widdle wovey waccoons," They are mean and ornery, be ye warned. So. On to the video.

Now, to meme.

Meme yourself like I did. Just say to yourself, I would like to do that! That sounds like fun. And then do it, and link your post to my blog. And let me know about it, and I will link to your blog. Lotsalinkin.

XOXO

Joce

And so while I was waiting for this stupid video to post, I checked my email and found these very punny jokes waiting for me. My foravite is nebmur terhe.

1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. Theceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.

2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, 'I'll serve you, but don't start anything.

3. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

4. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: 'A beer please, and one for the road.

5. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: 'Does this taste funny to you?

6. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, 'I was artificially inseminated this morning.' 'I don't believe you,' says Dolly. 'It's true; no bull!' exclaims Daisy.

7. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids werenothing to look at either.

8. Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.

9. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day, but Icouldn't find any.

10. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, 'Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!' The doctor replied, 'I know you can't - I've cut off your arms!

11. I went to a seafood disco last week...and pulled a mussel.

12. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

13. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, 'Dam!'

14. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit afire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too.

15. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office, and asked them to disperse. 'But why,' they asked, as they moved off. 'Because,' he said, 'I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.'

16. A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt, and is named 'Ahmal.' The other goes toa family in Spain; they name him 'Juan.' Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, 'They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seenAhmal.

17. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him...... A super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

18. And finally, there was the person who sent almost twenty different puns to friends, with the hope that at least one in ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.

For all you hard of reading individuals, an update on color of text. Which never was red by the way, but for those of you who thought it was, you won't be able to read this anyway. LOL.