A Peom

Blogging is making me fat.

For I sit in my chair like a cat.

I look and I read

then I click and I type.

Oh, I can't miss any of that Lutheran hype.

Blogging is making me fat.

Blogging is making me fat,

drool runs down my chin to my hat.

There are photos of food

and recipes for the mood,

all you need is this and that.

Oh, bogging is making me fat.

Blogging is making me fat,

because I like to post pictures in fact.

I sit at the keyboard looking at photos of chicks,

they are cute in their hats or playing with sticks.

I need to get up and cook some more food.

Oh, blogging is making me fat!

By: The Hen

A nod

I got an award from the Aardvark and I was not even trying. He was very merry this Christmas and mentioned many people on his blog. By the way, we were golden Aardie winners. You should check out all of the notables because you might be surprised.

Pay-It-Forward Contest

This is going to be something new for me. I am a crafty person and some of you may or may not know that. I was a winner at Barb's blog so now I will give everyone a chance to win something that I will make for you by hand. Now you will not know what it is but I will give you a hint. It will be sparkly and lovely. Here are the rules: You have to have a blog of your own and you need to agree to send a handmade item to three of the readers of your blog if you win. If you want a chance to win you must comment on this blog by Jan. 31st and I will pick three winners. You should receive your prize by the end of Feb. I wish you all the best of luck and you had better comment away if want a sparkly gift to make your face beam!

For the ND relatives

I have found this post about lutefisk for all of my family from North Dakota. I hope that you get a laugh out of it.

toddler logic

The funniest things comes out of the mouths of little chicks sometimes. I am always so surprised by their logic. Last night chick #4 was having a grand time playing with a magnifying glass. He was looking at many different things with it and was pretending to find clues. I then explained to him that the magnifying glass "made things bigger", notice that I did not say make things look bigger. Today we went out to the mall with my parents so the little chicks could spend their $10 that they received for Christmas from one of the Rooster's aunts. Chick #4 picked out a Spider-man toy that shoots out foam darts. The toy is a little small to fit his wrist and he is not happy with the way that it feels. I do not know how small this toy company thinks that little boys wrists are but if it is tight on a almost three years old's wrist I do not think that a five year old could play with it very well. Chick #4 was walking all around my parents home looking for his magnifying glass. I remembered that he wanted to take it with him to the mall, but he had to leave it in the car. I asked the Rooster to get the magnifying glass for Chick #4. He was very happy to have the magnifying glass again and brought both the glass and the new toy up me. In his most sweetest voice he looked up to me and asked, "Now Mommy? Can you make my spider-man shooter bigger with the magnifying glass? It makes things bigger."