We are sort of former farmers. We sold off our goats, chickens and rabbits because we were spending so much traveling. But with the stay at home orders and rumors of meat shortages we decided to get some meat birds. They are a short-term commitment as they reach butchering age in 6-8 weeks. I wish we had laying hens right now but they take 6 months to start laying. We want to get to Michigan as soon as we are allowed. The first batch arrived mostly dead and we have 7 of those 2 week olds left. They were quickly replaced and the 25 new hatchlings are doing great. And yes, those darling little balls of fluff will get huge and stupid and be eaten.
I am really glad that Olympic-level sneezing is (1) perfectly normal for me, and (2) not on any list I've ever seen of common COVID-19 symptoms.
Our pollen is insane in the PNW right now. We are finally starting to get some rain to knock the stuff out of the air. People have been having trouble differentiating between whether they were battling seasonal allergies or covid.
When I sneeze over and over with itchy eyes I figure allergies. Sneezes further apart are the ones that concern me. I have really knocked down my seasonal symptoms since we started raising our own bees.
There's now a Zyrtec ad that asks something to the general effect, "Do your sneezes turn heads?" I say, if they don't echo, and don't turn heads at a range of at least a quarter mile, you're not trying hard enough. Competitive Sneezing: where "photic sneeze" is a talent, not a handicap, and pepper is a banned performance-enhancing substance.
My father could have gotten a gold medal. In high school people would start placing bets on whether or not I would sneeze again. It was bad back then.
As a kid I always loved it when my mom sneezed and farted at the same time...okay it's still just as funny now as an adult...hehe!! What would you call a sneeze like that anyway?
Okay, I just have to say this. I do not ever remember my mother farting. Then, when our father died, my sister and I stayed with her for a few days. She just casually says, "Since it is only me and my girls; I am not going to hold in my gas." I swear, she farted with every step all the way down the hall!! My sister and I were like, *How did she not just float away holding it in all these years?!?*
Reminds me of a few days at the ice rink, over a decade ago, when we were without a working ice resurfacer for a day or so.
Yes. Except that at the ice rink, it was two or three guys on skates, pushing scrapers that were about three feet wide, at as much speed as we could muster. I do recall one incident at the rink, where we *did* let a dog onto the ice. We had just finished painting the ice, the night before, and the rink was closed for the day. The rink manager was out on the ice, with a hose, building up as much clear ice over the paint as he could, and I was sharpening rental skates. His wife and son came in to say hello, and they brought the dog (named "Sinner," of all things). They decided to let the dog out on the ice, and see what she'd do. They found out. I had to pass the boss a garbage bag very quickly, and we were very glad that our morning man at that time had a well-deserved reputation for "cutting the [censored] out of the ice."
We kept the dogs inside today because it would've gotten too hot in the garage for them. Fingers crossed that they behave...
