Random thoughts from the moose cave.

hmmmmmmm.

that little pixie warthog jtt said something earlier during junior high practice that got me thinking...

so I said to myself, "self, we aren't whining about our life over here, are we...?"

and I have no perspective from which to answer.

so, gentle readers...

is this a whine thread, and if so, should I hit mute, take my **** and get out...?

just curious.

No times two.

Why anyone doesn't have that pismire on ignore is beyond me.

You've had plenty of reason to be whining over the years...that said, there has been very little of it in the pages of this thread.

Don't mute it. I learn a lot from this thread from automobiles to chickens and from gardening to construction and from cooking to food allergies...it is like being able to talk with backyard neighbors over the fence about the goings on in the neighborhood.

Please keep on keeping on and keeping talking.

You are one of the reasons I log in every day. You and the chickens and Stinky.

thank you, ed.

and all of the rest of youz.

I have no desire to be perceived a whiner.

and mosta the really fun **** doesn't make the airwaves...

anyways...

my eggs have boiled, my pantry shelves are completely mine now.

and I gotta put some batteries in the flashlight so I can go change the lightbulb in the chickencoop so I can feed the firkin chickens who are completely in the dark.

opening a new bag is best done with real old fashioned light.

it's a floppy 40 pounder...

and my eggs are cooled enough that I can chop one for my salad.

got some green pepper, too...

and a carrot

it's past time for dinner.

tomorrow I start LK removal...

you make your burgers big there in the country

probably why they're floppy

must be hell to flip on the grill

big bag o' bird food.

fancy scratch feed #38.

with whole corn.

glad I'm not a chicken butt...

I think I'd recognize whining if I saw it. You ain't a whiner. You rarely come up with a full-blown kvetch, let alone a whine.

I only visited outside of Oklahoma for a few weeks, 4 years ago, spent the time with my "then" boyfriend who, yessum, lived there and was a redneck .

He was on the poor side, beautiful family, still communicate with the kids via facebook although they be married now at that young age, or engaged and kids and sister-in-law..

Seeing how "Americans" live, is so different, in the outbacks, compared to here, caught me some huge fleas that tried to come home with me, made me sick for 7 weeks.

Reading your thread everyday, makes me smile, reminds me of "those dear friends", him tinkering on the cars to make money. I love "listening" to what you cooked for yourself and felt over the moon about that first shower, not that way off course

More importantly, you make me laugh and Ifeel your excitment of yet, another win.

Mind you the chickens going missing worried me till they came home again.

Love reading your thread Rock.... love, love, love.

for the record, my chickens have never been off the property.

my neighbor is kinda overprotective of them... (his wife won't let him have any critters)

I seem to be outta black shirts that are clean.

so we're doing some laundry, and having some breakfast.

a 4pm call is rather unusual in my chosen field.

(the finale was a matinee.)

but tomorrow it's 8am sharp like normal...

I may go a little early to try and catch a bit of the show.

I see no whining. This just lets me know how you are. I think you are great.
p.s. we all have bad days - talking about it doesn't mean it's whining. Feeling sorry for yourself begets whining...have never seen you feel sorry for yourself.

it's not something you would wanna watch...

had my scrambled eggs. (thanks hazel) and toast and peach jelly.

got snacks to leave in the truck for break.

fed the chickens.

and I'm off to go tear down the lion king and load it into 53 foot boxes...

Well...I suppose we all feel sorry for ourselves one time or other.

Thank you for not subjecting us to yours.

Have fun tearing down. And getting paid for it. Got my first paycheck from substituting. It's a tiny thing. A happy tiny thing.

Rocky

Your life and stories amaze me - so different from what we know. I wouldn't consider them whining - as Roberta says - not even a decent kvetch!

jtt is a !@#$%$#@!^&*

thank you margo.

now I'm gonna whine a little...

glad tonight is done. even though it will be a short sleep...

I was assigned to audio. no problem.

in the orchestra pit. no problem.

but we can't use the elevator. big problem.

the whole floor of the pit is an elevator, but they had built giant speaker towers that were supported by the pit floor.

and they won't tear down until tomorrow.

so we lugged a ton of really stout stuff down a flight of stairs, around a landing, and down another flight of stairs.

my hamstrings are aflame.

but tomorrow's gig should be easy. a 6 man call for wichita childrens theater on the small stage.

might even be fun...

Hazel produced the eggs? Go figure, that was my Grandmother's name, she hated it, let alone her middle name Pheobe and she produced 5 little buggers, one being my lovely Mother..

So the chickens just wonder, locally, just not in sight and your neighbours bring them back, I got it now

Apparently you don't know what whining is.