Wicked has adopted a great new saying, "I don't have hobbies, I'm developing my post apocolyptic skill set." Eldest birth child also thinks this is a riot! I mean really, when the standard answer has become - "oh yeah I can do that" it may be getting a little much. Of course husband objected when I made him onion cough syrup, with horehound, marshmallow, and golden seal chucked in there for good measure, but by golly it stopped his hacking quicker than that bottle from the pharmacy! I think too many people "specialize" to the point of not being able to do anything else. Its very good to be able to do one thing well, but I guess Wicked is just too darn curious to stop with only one thing. After learning to make my own paper and soap, I had to research how to drip my own lye (you know its getting harder to buy). It was not enough for me to know how to make bread, I had to learn how to capture my own wild yeast. It wasn't enough for me to be able to shoot well, I wanted to know how to gut, skin, and prepare my wild game. So, I'm not feeling too worried about my survival rate at this point. When I stop learning, I'll probably be dead
So, "reality shows" are usually not my thing. I have to admit to watching Project Runway, and my latest favorite- well, I'm not quite sure where it fits in. I have become obsessed with the "Pharaoh" Dr. Zahi Hawass in the History channel series "Chasing Mummies" Sometimes I wonder if they purposefully chose ditzy women for him to yell at or what. I mean if you are going to wet yourself in the Great Pyramid- you probably deserve to get yelled at! When I was a kid I had an obsession with Egypt, and have nursed my eldest child through her own Egypt period. All this Egyptian stuff, got me to thinking about pyramids and I recalled an article in an old threads magazine- many years ago. I had used the instructions they had given for a pyramid bag, to create pyramid boxes for Eldest's 6th birthday party, which had a Egyptian theme. I went back through the magazines and pulled out the instructions, and Voilla! Pyramid bags! I have to thank my fiber arts guild, the Fiber Fanatics, for giving me the idea that they would be great to hold a ball of yarn while you were knitting. Woo hoo- no more escaping balls of yarn scampering across the floor!!
Yes, Wicked has new chickens, and the girls have " A MAN!" We got them from a very nice young man who is raising chickens as a 4-H project. (Wicked has discovered he is trying to raise Phoenix chickens, so she WILL be back- can you even IMAGINE the hats I could make with one of those?) Youngest birth daughter went with us while oldest stayed at home to groom bunnies. We bring them home and just before dark hustle the remaining 4 hens into the hen house so we can put the new girls in there. For you non-rural type folks, a chicken will go back to bed at night, but you have to make sure they stay in there a day so they know that is where they sleep. We were doing pretty good until youngest decides she really needs to hold the last one and opens the cage to pick her up. These are not quite as tame as our older hens and this one was the skinniest, craziest one of the bunch. After 30 minutes of chasing her while she squawked and flapped about. I finally sent everyone in to the house to east supper. At just before good and full dark I watched her go up a cedar tree, that probably hasn't been pruned in 5 years. I very carefully squeeze myself into the tree, scratching up my legs and arms. Moving every so slowly sneak my hand up through the branches and manage to catch ahold of one of her feet, thereby saving her from certain death by bobcat. Does she appreciate it? NO I get a bra full of cedar, and a hearty flapping for my trouble.
WickedStepmother spends most of her time in her castle, and trying to control her minions, to little avail.