Chickens! Livestock! In a 2'x4' box in my well house!

My chickies! The hatchery threw in a random rare breed, but since most of the pictures of chicks on the hatchery website look the same, I guess I'll just have to wait till it grows up to find out what kind it is.

Ze chickies, zer coming...

I'm nesting. Not pregnant, just nesting. You know, because baby chickens who live in a brooder in the well house care if the window is clean. (In my defense, it seemed pretty ridiculous to clean up the well house and rid it of hiding places for Big Scary Things like Spiders, and not clean the window.)

Also, the part of the brooder my dad built looks official, and the part I built looks ... well, not so much. He built the crate part out of wood; I stapled cardboard to the sides and bent up some small-gauge chicken wire I found to make a top. You say jerry-rigged like it's a bad thing. Again in my defense, how else was I supposed to keep the chicks from jumping out through the gaps in the sides?

So, they arrive in the post office on Monday. And then I will be an official country girl. I have feed for them and everything.

My fat white cat is sitting on my lap cursing me and you and all the rest of humanity. He thinks he is terribly neglected and abused since we made him a studio cat, and he is vocal in his disapproval of circumstances every time we come to use the computers.

This is terrifying

...by which we mean Monsanto. What are these people thinking?!?!

GMO Info - it's a video, just so you're not surprised when the sound starts.

Don't read the part about Morgellon's disease if you get queasy.

The good news is, you don't necessarily have to spend buckets of money buying all organic foods to avoid GMOs. At the bottom of the page: "The PLU code on stickers for conventionally grown fruit consists of four numbers, organically grown fruit has five numbers prefaced by the number nine, and GM fruit has five numbers prefaced by the number eight." Super helpful. But I definitely think that from now on, if it's wrapped in plastic, it had better say organic or I'm not buying it.

Montessori links, lest I lose them

Michael Olaf - all sorts of interesting reading material

montessori.edu

Where the training is

Bureaucrats? Nah, I'm sure they're nice people, despite having such an acronym

The Nearest School

Back to Dallas with you! (but I don't want to!)

Meet me in Saint Lou-weeee, Lou-weee, but please don't scare me with a huge face like that on the screen

Etsy, finally

I have an Etsy! I'm so proud of me. Nothing's up for sale yet, but we'll get there. We'll get there.

Instructions for Civil War dances

Stuff you learn when you add a SiteMeter; also, random musings

Apparently the Waterhouse painting I had as my profile for all of two days is still getting hits from Google image search.  Guys, it's not here anymore.

Also, Cosmos-Liturgy-Sex has me linked on their sidebar, which is funny because I never ever talk about Theology of the Body.  Or Theology, for that matter.

Speaking of theology, anybody who was ever confused about why the sheep go to heaven and the goats go to hell should just work with goats for a few months.  Try catching them and pouring wormer down their throats.  Then you'll know.  Thus endeth the theology lesson of the day.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to play with my beloved goats (you do have to love them, even if they're obnoxious most of the time) for a while now because of the RAIN.  Thank you, thunderstorms, for washing out my road and making it 4 inches wide, and therefore impossible to get anywhere I want to.  And the hard freeze that's forecasted for this weekend?  Not usual.  Al Gore, are you listening?

In other news, I know entirely too many pregnant people.  Not that I think they shouldn't be pregnant (of course!) but just that having this many pregnant people around is bad for my babyitis.  I asked my mamma if we could go to the store and buy me a baby, but she seems to think that she should just keep introducing me to young men in hopes that one of them will fall in love with me at first sight.  Thanks, mom.  Because, you know, being introduced by your MOM isn't awkward.  Maybe it's only awkward for me because I know what she's thinking.

I really do hate meeting people and going on dates, though.  (What??  You want to drive me around town and pay for my dinner???  You don't even know me!)  (also to clarify, I don't hate meeting people, and I don't hate going on dates, but I do hate going on dates with people I've just met.)  But I want babies posthaste.  Figure that one out, if you can.