It is time once again to meet with Patrice and have a chat.
I always look forward to meeting new and old friends.
Patrice has a nice blog called Everyday Rurality.
Barbie asks: What's your favorite coffee drink?
Just plain old coffee. I put honey and milk into it though and I think that is my downfall. I need to be drinking it black. Coffee for me is all about the social aspect. In the morning, My husband brings my first cup of coffee and we sit and talk and plan our day. Then in the afternoon, the kids come in from school and they have coffee and I sit and visit with them and find out about their day.
Dreaming asks: What's the chore you hate the most that you wish Blogger would come do?
I just don't know if there is anything that I hate that much. I am of the old school, if I am reluctant to do something I just get busy and do it so I don't have to think about it.
Farm Girl asks: Why did you decide to start a blog?
Since this was my question, I was curious about why others started blogging. I started blogging because my Mom was sick. I thought I would just do it for her. When she died, I was lost, what I found out then was I was lonely. I have enjoyed making friends and now I am not lonely anymore. So for me, I have received far more than I have ever given.
Suzanne asks: Who's your most famous relative?
I don't know if I have any that I would want to talk about. :)
Cathy Kennedy asks: Have you ever given yourself a home perm?
Nope, I never had the nerve to do that, I have bleached it and I have pierced my own ears but
never had the guts to do that.
Thanks so much for having the linky party this week Patrice.
Just a chicken update.
I had my white hen out in the yard yesterday. I had to leave and take the dog to a vet appointment. The hawk
always knows when I leave the house. I got home from the vet and up next to the swimming pool fence was white
feathers. I knew immediately what it was, when a hawk gets a chicken the feathers are in a pattern. I do chicken
My heart was in my shoes. I ran outside cursing myself for being so dumb and not thinking about the hawk. I followed
a trail of feathers and she was hiding behind the chicken house. I think because she is a big hen and he is only a
sharp-shinned hawk, she was too heavy. I was so glad.
I left her in the coop today.
She just had some missing feathers but he didn't break the skin.
Thanks to Patrice and I look forward to going around and visiting your
Have a great Wednesday!