Tuesday, August 9, 2011

You Can't Make Chicken Salad Out of Chicken Poop!

We had been dreadfully sitting in traffic for nearly an hour.
But it seemed more like days.
The parking lot of trucks and cars clung tightly to the pavement
 while lined up and down the endless highway.

Traffic happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves.
I just don't like the fact that I have absolutely no control over the situation.
There's just no where to go. It makes my blood boil.

Speaking of "boil".
The sun was so scorching, that I'm sure that I heard the blacktop pavement
 actually crying out in agony.

It seemed the only redeeming quality of the trip was that the children were all fast asleep.
(Sorry, it may sound mean, but if you have kids,
you know that's a big plus on a long road trip.)

We were heading to the country.
A place where there was little, if any, traffic, fresh produce of plenty on every corner,
 and groves of beautiful pasture as far as the eye could see.

Though our road trip seemed to have taken a turn for the worst,
I still expected good things would come from our journey.

As we pulled into the driveway, two beautiful children came running out
with smiles that could melt even the coldest of hearts,
 yelling "Mrs. Jenny... Mrs. Jenny...".

That was it for me. It was worth it.

It was worth the gruelling torture of traffic and the horrific confinement of the Chrysler.

Our sweet children had a glorious reunion,
we all ate the most amazing supper (no doubt the best my family will have all week),
and then enjoyed the entertainment of squealing children, the sweetest kittens ever,
a crash course on chicken raising, and, of course, I had to take pictures!

I loved this little, petite guy! (shown above) He was so cute.

This guy was a beautiful auburn color... I liked him too.

A guinea. They were all cool chicks!

I LOVE her boots!

And there were little chicks too. Go ahead and say it... Awwwweeee!

 As part of our entertainment, we watched our daughters scream in absurd terror
 most of the evening over these "fierce roaring lions".

I was like... Seriously?...

I mean, they were climbing objects in fear...

I have one word for their behavior... RIDICULOUS!

They have never been around cats before. Sadly.
But how can anyone be frightened of a kitten?
But to make a long, (and rather loud and preposterous) story short,
 by the end of the night ALL the kids were bravely playing with the kittens.

I was beyond delighted to see the girls at peace with the little darlings by the end of the evening.
My friend worked a miracle there.

The road trip was worth it in every way.
Our day went from a hapless beginning into a beautified end.
And I just have to say... I had a splendid Monday!


  1. GREAT pictures, as always! I can't believe your girls are scared of chickens! That's hilarious!

    And I am SO with you on the driving! I hate it with a passion! Even when Daniel is driving, I go crazy! Other drivers are so rude and so dangerous!

  2. Wonderful! Awesome!
    Thanks for sharing, you make my day!


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