Chicken Toss...

Well, the school year is winding down, state testing has just finished, and that means the students and Jones Reading and Math Clinic (the tutoring clinic where I work) have been coming in with no school work to do, and so commences my unique form of torture. First I give them a rather dull 'Jones' math quiz, then I amuse myself (and often anyone else in the room) with tales from home. Since I figured they might amuse you all, I've decided to post a few of my favorites…

Chicken Toss...

One of my favorite mountain past times as kid was Chicken Toss. This was not an actual activity in itself, but a trick we played on my 'flat land' cousins. On occasion my little cousin from Fresno would visit, completely enthused to experience any of our exciting and strange mountain folk past times, and so 'Chicken Toss' was born. My friend and I took her and my other cousin out into the chicken coop, and proceeded to demonstrate our 'favorite' past time. First we chased down one of the big fat red hens. After much frenzied running of the chicken, and indignant squawking, we managed to trap it in the corner of the coop. I grabbed the hen and walked to the center of the fenced in area, my friend at the other side. With a low swinging heave, I flung the poor creature into the air as high as I could. Up and up it sailed…only to return in a blur of frantically flapping wings. My friend would try to follow the controlled crash landing, arms out ready to catch the beast. Of course she failed, but we told my cousins that usually she catches it. At this point we step back to watch my cousins rather unsuccessfully try their hand at Chicken Toss. In their determination to master their hill-billy cousins' favorite game, they provided many a hours of hilarious entertainment for us 'crazy mountain folk'! (And hopefully Jessica doesn't read this, I don't think she ever realized this wasn't a real game we played, lol!)

I usually tell this story in accompany to showing the picture of Mike and Dad plucking 'Christmas' the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner ('Thanksgiving' had a nervous disorder, so she wasn't fat enough for the chopping block yet). Next week I'll post the story of the day the rooster got the better of Dad…until it lost its head that is :)

As for the local Pizza Factory, it appears they have learned their menu, no one gives me the blank look when I order pepperoni and cashew pizza breads. However, they still haven't figured out the trick of putting cheese on top of the cashews so that they don't fall off, but hey, they are getting there! I'll have to go take a picture of it and the crew and put it up on the site, they will probably be amused by that.

Lastly, thanks to DANNY (sometimes known as Randy) at Tollhouse Trash for being so cool, lol!

Take Care All! Thanks for stopping by!

Morgan

Lastly, thank you to Tollhouse Trash for the 'shameless promotion.' It can be hard to keep investing precious time and energy in the tedious task of running a website, only to feel you effort has gone unseen. It's too easy to think 'why bother?' when the number of hits is down and the guest book hasn't been signed since...wait, let me check…October of last year. Then someone make mention of your site and suddenly you start to care again. (So you friends and family out there, start signing the guestbook, let me know that you are there!)

Anyways, go to Tollhouse Trash everyone, it's a great site, and the pictures are wonderful medicine for those homesick individuals like me!