not fort knox

we lost two more girls last night.

i felt like the cast of clue when they go around confirming the bodies after the second house-search.

this one could have been prevented if we’d have closed them in, tho.

another weird thing

i’ve spoken of weird habits before, and i don’t know when this started either, but i save bags, foil, and plastic wrap (within reason) as if i were a child of the great depression.

banzo uses these great big paper bags and i can’t bring myself to throw them out because they’ve got to be useful for something, so i tuck them between the couch and the end table.

restaurants wrap everything in foil, so i flatten it out and keep it in the kitchen. protip: storing celery and cheese in foil (separately) makes it last way longer. you’ll be amazed.

plastic bags have always been saved in our house. mom even got me a nice little plastic bag holder from ikea (holy crap! they’re only $2?!) that’s full all the time.

and plastic wrap is perfectly reusable on dry items, at least two times.

so, i give you my drawer at work:


odd dreams

for the past few months, i’ve been having weird dreams that i’m back at the old place. (in my dream) last night, i had lunch with a couple people with whom i would never lunch. i also remember walking past a few others in the hall, giving them a snarl.

at least it’s nice to wake up to a happier reality.

i don’t know

mom told me once that it’s age, but i don’t know.

i stopped at the east side farmers market on my way home, just to see if anything caught my eye for dinner. i hopped off my bike and walked it around through the parking lot of the immanuel lutheran church… and i felt an egg in my throat. it made me want to cry because all of those people were doing what they love and making others happy with their wares.

there were people with kids and dogs and everyone was happy.

i don’t know why it affects me that way. it’s just a friggin’ market.


i woke up kinda late this morning, wanted to sleep in longer but i had some client work to do, so i didn’t want to be at work too late.

i got into the day spa and looked out at the chickens and noticed a) they weren’t out yet and b) their water bucket was tipped over, which usually indicates an empty bucket.

i took off my gear and headed to the run, knowing it would be a while before matt woke up, and didn’t want to leave them without water.

immediately, i saw maryanne laying in a puddle, dead. my first thought was that she had an impacted egg, or whatever. but it was still weird that no one else was out, so i checked inside the coop and only saw three girls. then, i looked in the run again and Sam was next to the water bucket…

also, someone was missing.

there were so many feathers and guts.

i didn’t know what to do, but i woke matt up and asked for his help. eventually, we determined the intruder broke in through the coop window and probably scared the three out into the run and ripped a corner of the run to take one of them with.

the remaining three cried all day… i was fortunate enough to stay home and work, but around 1:30, i couldn’t stand hearing their sadness anymore, so i left. when i got home, two of them (lucy and mrs howell) were outside, looking around, their crows were hoarse. poor girls…

jeannie still wouldn’t come out. she had been stuck under the coop all night, probably watching as her friends were decimated. her comb is bloody, but she won’t let me near her to take a look. i hope it doesn’t get infected.

most of all, i hope the asshole raccoon, fox, opossum, or whatever doesn’t come back tonight. they won’t be able to handle it.

we reinforced all of the chicken wire that was clearly an issue, closed the ladies into the coop and shut the window, even though it’s so humid out. i added some dog fur and tin foil to the window frame, hoping it will deter whatever it is that came around last night.

they weren’t even done laying…


i apologize a lot here, not sure why.

my next business goals are to work on an identity and build a website, and find/update my invoicing template. but first, i have to work on a proposal for a new client.

its weird, the energy i have now, working more hours per week than before. i think it’s the biking. i haven’t lost any weight, but i do feel a lot better. i’m kinda worried about winter and whether or not i’ll keep biking.

i also need about four more hours in a day to keep the kitchen tidy and read all the magazines and have time with matt and the dogs…

speaking of time with matt and the dogs, i’ve tasked him with planning a camping trip. he probably forgot and won’t remember til he read this post. :)

been busy!

dear reader(s),

sorry, i’ve been busy. i just received my first payment for gibsonworks, llc! the project isn’t complete, but it’s got a good chunk done, and then i’ll continue to provide maintenance for them.

i, also, spoke with someone last friday about working their website! they’re in the process of moving, but i need to get over to their existing space to get a feel for how they keep their interior, and to meet the guy in person.

now, i can buy office supplies without relying on my angel investor, me.