This is what we did this weeked, walked a 5k in Houston! There weren't any official timing devices for walkers: so going by a watch, our time was 45 minutes! Not bad, considering that we hadn't been practicing/training. I am feeling it today. It was lovely on Saturday, but already this evening it's gotten windy and cold again.I'd spend the day with the Pres at Disney. I'm assuming they would close the park for security, so we'd get the whole park to ourselves! I can imagine we could have a lot of fun, and then we'd eat all the mickey mouse ice creams that we wanted!
Today's Question of the Day? is:
Would you rather ride a fish or a large chicken?
Love,
The Asker
13 comments:
Well, if I rode a fish I would assume I would be underwater and that would not please me. I don't like to be underwater for very long. I guess, by default, I would ride a large chicken. It would be a bumpy ride as chickens are not very graceful, but an interesting ride I am sure!
Good job on the 5K. It was a beautiful weekend to be in Houston.
A fish. I assume as part of the fantasy that somehow I'll be able to breathe underwater.
It will all tie together.
My uncle sent me a picture of slonina on sale for $1.99 a pound at his local grocery. Bob never believed that the name meant pork fat; he always thought my family was trying to be funny. Bob asked how someone gets that sort of last name. Great Grandpa John was a butcher. He taught me how to pluck the feathers off a chicken.
My Grandpa Fluss taught me how to fish. Which is interesting, because Fluss means river in German.
I would ride a fish. Fish are more graceful and interesting than chickens. Chickens are interesting, but in a freakshow sort of way.
I'd choose to ride a chicken. I'd rather BE a fish (or dolphin, given the choice). For riding, however, I would totally pick the chicken.
I could be Cowboy Sanders, last of the great chicken wranglers. We could have rooster rodeos, with a triumphant Cock-a-doodle-doo! accompanying each thrown cowboy, and turkey rodeo clowns to herd them back into the coop/stables.
Ah, the long nights out on the prairie, hearing the lonesome wind whistle past the mesas and the herd of fat chickens cooing and cackling as they settle down for the night.
Camp cookie would make the best and biggest omelets you've ever seen, and as long as no hawks fly overhead and cause a hen stampede, we'd have it easy, my chicken mount and I.
I need some help from those who are mothers of three (or so). Suppose you were already a grandmother, had traveled the world, and were turning 70 years old this year. What kind of gift could a daughter give to you that would be meaningful??
@Anne
A self-published compilation of family stories and recipes and recollections would be the most meaningful gift.
(muahahahaha)
Dear the Asker,
Clearly the answer is neither. Seeing as you tried to boondoogle me into an amaranthine plethora of questions for your question I shall guilelessly guff that you neither particularized the specific size or phyllum of the pusillanimous yard fowl, or the aquatic chum. Therefore I have no choice but to promulgate this question to be inefficacious and vacuous. Now my brain is bore and tired of confabulation, so I shall bid you ado.
Ado,
Dr. Fandango, Knower of the word thingies
@ TamiJean,
Phhhhttt! I was asking those who are MOTHERS of three or so, not people in Wisconsin that are humorous!
Besides, I already gave my mother a copy of my published work. Oh, sure, she doesn't understand it and she shoved it in a pile of paperwork that never gets displayed, but I am sure she is proud just the same.
@ Dr. Fandango,
I am sure you meant your brain was BORING, dear. Do you live in Wisconsin as well??
@Anne
THHHHBBBTTT, is all I have to say to you.
@Dr. Fandango
I believe your thesaurasaur experiment may have run amuck. Did it bite you?
Anne,
Buy her tickets to something she might like! You might go with her and make some memories. I think as I get older, I like experiences rather than stuff to dust or to keep up with. My sister took my mother to a spa for the works and they both enjoyed it. Is there something on her bucket list for life that you might make happen?
2nd Mom, just think, occasionally the chicken may try to fly!
Sabrina, of course! underwater breathing is granted
Anne, lovely story. your family is fun even in past generations!
TamiJean, Cowboy Sanders ~chuckle!~
Dr. Fandango, do you perhaps mean the word thingie 'adieu'?
TamiJean, thesaurasaur. HAHAHAHAHAHA
I would rather ride a fish......I'm assuming like Sabrina....that I would be able to breathe underwater.
@Anne
I agree with Jeannie to "DO" something memorable with your mom.
Some experiences, some memories are better than just getting some stuff.
Could you and your mom have a'get-away" type weekend? Go to a bed and breakfast? Go to a spa for a day? I'll keep thinking.
@Asker
Technically, Dr. Fandango never promised he was a knower of the French word thingies, so I think he gets off the hook for the "ado".
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