Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Just my luck...
There was a "chicken run" at the foot rodeo, and the owners of the property promised the kids that they could keep the chicken if they caught it. Of course Weston caught one. I tried to tell him that visiting rights for the chicken were almost as good as owning it. After tears and pouting (from Weston, not me) I finally convinced him that the chicken was better off with its friends at the farm than on our dinner table. (Desperate times call for desperate threats I mean measures)
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Oh my gosh I would have freaked if my kids wanted to bring a chicken home.
Glad he decided to leave it on the farm. That was like when Conwey had the Survivor themed young men's activity and they greased a pig. Then when it was over Conwey brought it home and had it in our backyard. They wanted to have a cookout. I couldn't stand the thought of that so convinced him to donate it to the cox farm. Then it got out of it's cage and started running down my street..my poor neighbors...there I was chasing a pig around trying to get it to go in his cage. Have you ever tried to catch one? It's not easy, and I am sure it wasn't pretty either. :)
C'mon Steph. Megan and her cute friend, Marissa have chickens in their backyards! They would have loved that win:) What kind of mother are you? Oh yeah, you're like me only a little better.
Thank goodness you didn't have to keep that ugly..I mean interesting thing! I'm lovin' your blog...you crack me up!
STEPH - CHANGE IT UP! We need more pictures and stories of Truman and the "Trumany" things he does! Come on girl, get with it:)
NEW POST ALREADY!! i know you have more stories than any of us bloggers bc none of us have a truman! hehe
Almost 1 FULL year Steph, come on, I never get to hear all the great stories...we NEED updates:)
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