Stupid questions I have asked

1~How big is 25 pound of feed?

What I meant to say is how much room would it take up in my car

2~What color is a Rhode Island Red?

Ok Ok for pete's sake, I didn't know the blasted thing was actually red!

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The Rats Exposed!

I yelled that once. Not really yelled, more like exclaimed it loudly and with panic. Panic caused by the fear of projectile vomit coming out all over me and everyone else at the table. I was on Roatan, with two friends, Missy and Prissy. We had been "dolphin trainers for a day" and had chosen to buy the cheap lunch with the locals. We were told they had only two plates of fish left and than the conejo. Conejo is spanish for "rabbit". So I made the sacrifce and let the twins have the fish. It's not my favorite meat, but I figured what the heck..when in rome... All was good until the american dolphin trainer walked by and was kind enough to tell me that "conejo" wasn't the "rabbit" I was thinking of. She said the magic word.."Watusa" Abruptly a plate with rice and fried plantain appear with a dark sweet smelling meat...Watusa. That's when the yelling came in and the controlled gag reflex fyi....Watusa is a damm r

I miss my mom!

I can't express to anyone why the ache of missing my Mom comes and goes at is does. Perhaps it's because I am approaching the anniversary of her death, September 28, 1988. But beyond that, right now, this moment, I am aching for my Mom. I had such jealousy of my friends who passed by the bullshit of teen years and got to know their Mom's as fellow adults. Cohorts that supported each other. In reality of my three closes friends none of them have had that much extra time with their Mom's. Missy and Prissy lost their mom to cancer not long after I did. Graybelle has lost her mom to the absence of other distractions. But still I ache. I want to know what my Mom's favorite color was. I want to know what she wanted to be when she grew up. I want to know how she felt about gay marriage. My gut tells me she wouldn't have given a fig, which is how I feel. But mostly I want the warm embrace. The hug she gave me when I started my period at Burgerville. I

Protein Brownies Review

First of all I am not trying or wanting to be a blogger that is touting their idealistic lifestyle nor do I want to be an influencer. I am just a person who likes to blog and share a small glimpse of my imperfect life. I am saying all of that because I am posting unedited pictures of my cooking. Most of my pictures are un-edited. I crop to keep certain details out of pictures. Like I cropped a couple of these photos so you cannot see the chipped countertop on the edge of my stove. Come to think of it I shouldn't have cropped that. I cannot be the only person who has a chipped countertop. Oh well Onward! I did some online shopping at Target. I miss Target. I mean I really really miss Target, it is one of my very favorite stores. When we are not in a pandemic I love that I can order online and walk in a pick it up. It keeps me from experiencing the bloated cart that comes from cruising Target aisles. I wanted some baked goods but I did not want to waddle after the

Embrace the Bacongal, and what ever I'm itching to say !

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