Chicken Scratch
It’s been an interesting day. One and a half hours of sleep, thanks, in part, to an ill-advised dinner beverage of iced tea, was followed by a fun trip to pool therapy. I did quite well, thank you. In fact, it was the first session where I went into the pool with a pain level of only 5 or 6 (out of 10). I got out with a pain level of an 8, but I was still pretty stoked about starting so low.
At some point, I noticed a gray hair on my 12-year-old son’s head. That’s just so wrong. I’m sure I helped put it there. Oh, and did I mention he told me the other day that he has THREE girlfriends? Yes. I think, for the most part, it’s all “she likes me and I like her” stuff, for which I’m grateful. Although, one of the girls got jealous because he got a hug from another one. Oy vey. It’s starting. I may need to move away to convent while he goes through puberty.
After pool therapy, Little Dude and I headed home. The rain held off for the most part. (Yes, we had rain today!) Lunch done, LD took some photos of my eyes as part of a lesson on shooting more than Legos. Then I set up the tripod, the camera with the macro lens, and he went about photographing his toys. I have yet to thoroughly review those shots, but I’m sure they’re good. He is a patient boy.
My fatigue has been something of a non-issue, but it’s there. However, it was just more fun to watch my boy have a little fun. Tomorrow, we’re going down to the Harp Fest. Sunday, it’ll be all Easter fun all day long. Or something like that.
“But, what about today?” you ask.
Oh, yeah. That. I got some weird zombie chicken award thing handed to me on a Corelle Ware platter. Pam’s weird. I like that. It’s one of my favorite qualities in a friend. But an award? For what? I’m not entirely sure. It’s thrown me for a loop in a big way. I’ve spent hours wondering what to do about it. All I know is this:
The rules of the zombie chicken say… “The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken – excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…”
I doubt I regularly produce content so remarkable that my readers would brave even a tipsy gnat to read it. I mean, let’s be real here. I mostly post photos anymore because my brain is little more than green mushy ooze (to which LD said “ewww”). I certainly don’t get 90+ comments like Kaknockers every time I open my piehole (making HER victim #1). I’d love to have that happen once. Just once. I’d be thrilled! And then I’d have to be revived.
I don’t even get as many comments as a certain San Diego Momma when she has a bad hair day. Of course, she’s younger and cuter than I am.
Then there’s Chris, who reminded me of the reason one should often wait before sending an email. Seriously, I do need to learn to just shut up sometimes. And when it comes to something health-related, my big fat mouth runneth over repeatedly. I hope Chris forgives me.
Cheri deserves a little chicken, I think. Yeah, it’s her turn. Especially the fried kind because she claims her ass is big and it’s not. I’m the queen of ample assage, so I should know.
Jan gets the chicken simply because putting up with me for five days wasn’t enough torture.
Finally, Kimberley is recovering from surgery and really needs something to do. So, Kimberley, here ya go! Besides, it’ll keep you from moving rocks and chasing dogs for a good five and a half minutes.
May you all go forth and fling chicken far and wide about the blogosphere. (I say this as the rain begins to pour earnestly again, thereby increasing the likelihood of a poor turnout at the Harp Fest. I wanted SUNSHINE, thankyouverymuch. It’s what I ordered.)
Arghhhh!
Comment by zombama — 2009/04/10 @ 22:32
Zombie chickens!
This appeals to me.
I like it, I like it a lot.
It’s as if someone opened my brain and then made this award out of the stuff they found in there.
That didn’t make sense.
Which is why I like the zombie chickens so much.
(Thank you.)
Comment by San Diego Momma — 2009/04/11 @ 01:59
Corelle ware… :rofl:
Comment by pamibe — 2009/04/11 @ 03:25
Awwwww. you KNOW how much I LOVE chicken!!! You are a doll!
I appreciate your friendship, and think of you every time I watch Deadliest Catch and T&1/2 Men!!
Love,
Vod :worship:
Comment by vodkamom — 2009/04/11 @ 04:16
Joanie! You don’t owe me an apology for anything! I’m thankful that you share all of your medical expertise with me. I’ve been sharing it with a friend who’s thinking of cleansing – I’m cautioning her, per your advice. I’M sorry if you thought otherwise. XO!
Thank you for the Zombie Chicken Award! I’m honored…
PS: Do you KNOW how many times I’ve been at the computer in the evening with a glass of wine, commenting away, catching up on email, then the next morning I read what I wrote and cringe. Wine removes my filters sometimes. Oopsies.
Comment by Chris — 2009/04/11 @ 06:02
Oh, my…I am verklempt. Flanked by my quick-thinking friend Woody Harrelson, I recently went a few rounds against Zombie Chickens at the airport, so I know what an honor this is. I will do my best to pass the torch with dignity.
Comment by GW — 2009/04/11 @ 08:32
Ah, whence cometh the Zombie Chickens. I was over at my parent’s all day. My mom loved the rock you found for her. She also loved the t-shirt, as did my dad, so he got to keep the “Walk the Valley” shirt while I get the red one. I just knew I should have gotten three of the skeleton one! Anyway thanks for the award, you were indeed only minor torture, so obviously I need more. I’ve no one to send this on to, but as I said, Zombie Chickens make great barbecue, so bring ’em on!
Comment by Jan — 2009/04/11 @ 17:33
Because Woody Harrelson sees zombies at the airport, I’ve decided that this is the single best award ever. Thank you, Pam!
I rather do like this one a lot now.
Chris, thank you for understanding. I still think I need to take a chill pill sometimes. Passionate and verbose are two things which, unfortunately, came together at precisely the wrong time.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/11 @ 20:06
Ahhh. I would have been by sooner to say thank you but I couldn’t find my computer. It was hiding under my ass.
:hug:
Happy Easter!
Comment by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! — 2009/04/11 @ 23:28
Yeah, right. I got your ass beat by a mile, Cheri.
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/12 @ 12:19
11, count ’em!, 11. I’d do the other 79 myself just to have a shot at aiding in the reviving part, but I’d rapidly run out of ideas. Where the heck is my muse when I most need her?
Comment by p2 — 2009/04/13 @ 17:59
I’m right here, P2. :rofl:
Comment by DaGoddess — 2009/04/13 @ 18:17
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Pingback by Gardenwife’s Plot » Attack of the Zombie Chicken — 2009/04/27 @ 10:20
Well, it sure took me long enough, but I did finally post my choices. I thought I’d already done it on Easter Sunday, but noooo! :wave:
Comment by GW — 2009/04/27 @ 10:42