The View From My Window

The world as seen from my window and through my eyes

Chicken Poetry March 31, 2008

Filed under: The Adventures of "Fat Chick" — auntlelo @ 8:45 am


Henrietta: Hello world! That woman at the desk hasn’t allowed me to talk for weeks and weeks and today I finally get another chance to take over her blog and tell you about all the things that have been happening here. I may even allow the Fat Chicken to speak as well!

Fat Chick: Gee thanks. How come you get to talk first on the blog now? I’ve always been the first speaker and in charge of the blog!

Henrietta: Well, you see dear that’s because when we were on the table you were the first to arrive there and had seniority. Since we’ve been moved to our new location on the filing cabinet I was first to arrive and, therefore, I am now in charge. Understand?

Fat Chick: Sounds like a beak full of hooey to me.

Henrietta: Since I’m in charge I thought my blog posts would introduce the world to a little culture. Today we’re going to hear about chicken in poetry. Poultry have appeared in fine literature for centuries, don’t you know?

Five eggs and five eggs,
(Hold up two hands)
That makes ten;
Sitting on top is the Mother Hen.
(Fold one hand over the other)
Crackle, crackle, crackle;
(Clap three times)
What do I see?
Ten fluffy chickens
(Hold up 10 fingers)
As yellow as can be.

Fat Chick: You’re kidding me, right? What kind of nonsense is this? Nursery school poems on my blog! And, in case you didn’t notice, we don’t have fingers Henrietta. How are we supposed to perform your stupid little poem?

Henrietta: Really Fat Chick, I’m trying to introduce a bit of culture into the blog by showing the importance of poultry in fine literature. It’s very important to be a well educated chicken you know.


Fat Chick: Good grief! This is not fine literature Henrietta, they’re nursery rhymes. The only mention of poultry in fine literature is usually when someone is eating it. Stupid bird.

Henrietta: Well, I think it’s important when I have control of the blog to highlight our appearance in poem and song. We are a proud group, we fowl, and I want the world to appreciate us more and eat us less. You would do well to support us in this effort Fat Chick.

Fat Chick: Ya, well, okay. So let me see, I know a poem about chickens too!

Henrietta: Really? What is it?

Fat Chick:

Said the first little chicken,
With a strange little squirm,
“I wish I could find
A fat little worm.”

Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug:
“I wish I could find
A fat little bug.”

Said a third little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
“I wish I could find
A green little leaf!”

Said the fourth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
“I wish I could find
A wee gravel stone.”

“Now, see here!” said the mother,
From the green garden patch,
“If you want any breakfast,
Just come here and scratch!”

Henrietta: Why, that’s wonderful Fat Chick! I didn’t know you knew any poetry. But, it’s not surprising that yours focuses on a chicken and its food.

Fat Chick: I guess you think all of us chicks are fat and uneducated. My Mama Chick taught me that one years ago when I was just a little hatchling!

Henrietta: Next time we’ll think of songs that have chicken themes. Did your Mama Chick teach you any of those?

Fat Chick: Sure! I think my favorite is Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd! 🙂


Coughing, sneezing and happy it’s spring March 28, 2008

Filed under: My View on Events — auntlelo @ 9:13 pm

I love spring. I was born in the spring (April) and one of my favorite holidays is in the spring (Easter) and my favorite flowers feel like spring (daisies). Hmmm, there’s a pattern here. I was born on Easter Sunday, in April and the first flowers I ever received from anyone were for my 10th birthday and they were daisies. Go figure! 🙂

Yes, I love almost everything about spring. Everything, that is, except pollen. I’ve spent the week dreaming of warm weather and green trees and grass. And I’ve spent an equal amount of time coughing, sneezing and rubbing my eyes. Yes, allergy season is upon us.

I was launched rather unceremoniously into allergy season last week while trying to sing for Easter at church—with an altar packed with very fragrant, pollen-laden, Easter lilies. It was enough to take my breath away. It certainly caused me to run for the kleenex and my inhaler!

So while we’re watching the world turn green and the first flowers bloom, let’s celebrate the end of a long hard winter by heading to our local Walgreen store and buying a good supply of our allergy medicine of choice. Ahhh, aren’t you glad it’s almost April?


Sorry for the bleakness of recent posts March 18, 2008

Filed under: My View on Events — auntlelo @ 4:50 pm

I talked to one of my kids on the phone today and he indicated he was concerned that my blog posts were rather bleak lately and that’s not like me. I’ll have to see if I can get Fat Chick and Henrietta to do a commentary on what they think of all of us who eat marshmallow peeps at Easter. I’m sure it will be another long monologue bemoaning that fact that all of us are cannibals or something.

Anyway, as I said in an earlier post, tomorrow was a better day and I have determined that all the rest of the tomorrows will be that way as well. There are certain things that I care very deeply about: my family, my work family and my church family. When anything seems to be wrong with the world in one of those areas, I usually get myself into a bit of a snit. Not surprisingly, I’m in a snit fairly frequently. They’re usually just short-lived and not this bad.

I’ll wake the chickens up early tomorrow and see if we can get them to comment on the upcoming Easter celebrations. What color peeps do you like best?  🙂


Today will be a better day March 12, 2008

Filed under: My View on Events,My View on People — auntlelo @ 7:53 am

It’s all about attitude. I have decided that today WILL be a better day.

Yesterday, I woke up with an eye twitch. You know, one of those little muscles at the corner of your eye that twitches constantly because you’re stressed? Well, normally when that happens it’s for short durations and then it goes away. Rarely does anyone else notice it. However, yesterday’s twitch lasted from the time I got up till the time I went to bed and several people noticed it. How embarrassing!

Today, when I woke up I decided that although I can’t control the outcome of situations, I can control how they effect me. I will not think about this issue today. I will focus on my work because it makes me happy. I won’t be sad, I won’t be tense and I won’t be grouchy. I am through with grieving over what may happen tomorrow because that’s out of my hands. I will love my family, do my work and say my prayers.

Today will be a better day.


A disturbing dream March 11, 2008

Filed under: My View on Events — auntlelo @ 7:53 am

There are a lot of things going on in my life right now, not all of them good. After a particularly stressful meeting last night, I went to bed and had a very vivid dream. While most of the time I am pretty fuzzy about the content of my dreams when I wake up, this one was amazingly clear to me. I have perfect recall, even of small details in the dream. I believe that God speaks to me through my dreams sometimes. I am more passive and open to suggestion when I’m at rest, so it’s obviously a good time to cause reflection or plant suggestions in my head. I believe last night’s dream was that kind of experience.

I was at a close church friend’s home along with his wife and another couple whose names were mentioned during our meeting last night. The gentleman who’s home we were at was in the process of taking a large black bear that had been stuffed and mounted into his house for display. He was very, very proud of this black bear and the friends were admiring it. After he entered the house, the three ladies were sitting outside and the other gentleman wandered out into the yard. Suddenly several black bears came out of the woods, chasing and attacking the man. I was screaming for help and telling the other ladies we needed to help the man. They stood there laughing and taking no action while they commented on how pretty the bears were and that it was nice and unusual to see so many. As I watched the man in the yard being torn to shreds, I pushed the ladies into the house and shut and locked the door. Soon, the bears were at the door, beating and scratching and trying to get in. The other people in the house just hung back, not doing anything while the bears were getting louder and closer. I found a gun and pointed it at the door. As the door began to get battered down, I started shooting the bears, keeping them from coming into the house and killing all of us.

Then, I woke up.

I know why I had this dream. I know what it means. It involves church. It’s a bit frightening for me. While I know I can protect myself from the bears, I don’t know if I can protect my friends who don’t seem to see the bears as a threat.

It’s a sad time. I hope I don’t dream again tonight.


An old rocker chick March 10, 2008

Filed under: My View on Events — auntlelo @ 8:11 am

Wow, you wouldn’t believe it unless you’d seen it (and heard it). Yesterday afternoon, my son and son-in-law coerced me into playing Rock Band with them. For those of you older readers, it’s a video game similar to Guitar Hero where one person is the guitar player, one person is the drummer and, in my case, one person is the rock singer.

I sang songs yesterday I’d never heard before. If you’d like a bit of comedy relief, picture me (45-year-old chubby woman) singing music from Boston, Black Sabbath, Smashing Pumpkins, Aerosmith, etc. Ha HAAAAAAAAA ha ha ha! Very interesting and entertaining. To my credit, I sight read and sang a number of songs and stayed mostly in the 80-85% range of success first time around.

My best work was Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult. First of all, who doesn’t like Blue Oyster Cult? Second,  I liked the variety of not only singing, but, also getting to do a little rhythm work with the cowbell. I ended up at 96% on that one. Cool, huh?

I think my teenager was suitably impressed that I at least made the effort. My son-in-law called me the coolest Mom ever. I was happy and my husband was smiling and supportive. (I also need to add he was wearing his Bose headphones that block out outside noise and was listening to his I-Pod). Probably the safest thing to do at that point.

Tune in next weekend when the young folks and the old rocker chick take over the living room again for a rocking good time!