Can you believe, Chicken Feet?

I know that I need to write on here more often but seems I am at a standstill in my thoughts.  I have just been doing the ordinary daily things.  Who wants to hear about that?  Well, here goes!  
Just got through ironing my husbands Sunday shirts.  Since he is an usher he has to wear suit and tie.  Does your husband hate a tie?  Silas wore one for 35 years to work and when he retired he said "No more."  But`~~he was in for a surprise when he was ask to take an usher job at church.  Sometimes we don't always  get what we want in life, do we?


I still iron everything we wear.  I know ~ most of it is permanent press.  I still spray starch and iron.  Guess it was instilled into me when I was growing up.  The days when you made your own starch, hung the clothes on the line to dry, brought them in and sprinkled them, put them in the freezer and the next day iron for a family of eight.  I actually enjoyed seeing the clothes line up as I ironed them.  I know the younger generation  only has heard about those days.  You really missed some fun!  Do any of you remember the pants stretchers?  Wish I had a couple pair now.  I would put Silas' jeans on them. 


I remember when I met Silas ~ his Mom had a clothes line that you pulled to you and hung and pulled some and hung.  I thought that was neat.  I need one of them now.  Nothing like good old sunshine towels.  I can smell them now.  Everyone hung clothes back then.  I keep telling my husband I need a clothes line.  I might just get online and look for a pulley line.  

One of our roosters crowed for the first time last week.  We should be getting eggs at the end of August.  We have such a combination of hens.  I 
 have enjoyed watching them grow and trying to guess which one was a rooster. I think we have at least two out of nineteen. 
Silas lets them out in the day so they can peek around and play follow the leader.  One seems to be the leader and wherever she goes they all follow.  We have one that looks like a bird of some kind.  I wanted to get his picture but never could.  It will be interesting to see


There is one that my daughter named Fluffy.  She sits on her steps and Fluffy has ventured up two steps and she gives him cat food.  She was able to pet her yesterday.  Stephanie always had a way with animals.
She has a cat and the cat and chickens play a game of  something.  They are amusing!

I took this on purpose.  Can you imagine eating chicken feet?  My sister and her husband were here last week and we took them out to eat at a Chinese and seafood restaurant.   Some things I just will not try.  Octopus for one!    My brother in law will try anything.  One thing he had no idea what it was.  We though maybe it was octopus.  He tasted it and said it tasted good.  Finally he ask the waiter.  She said -  yep, you guess it.  Chicken feet.  The Mexicans fixed it somehow in a gravy.   I don't believe I want to try it.   Have any of you eaten any?   Just curious to know.

I am going to leave you with this much.    I  have certificates to make for my Sunday School girls.  It is almost promotion time again.  
Have a blessed week end.