Today is Matt’s birthday and I’ve been trying to think of a good story about him to post on the StalkerClan. I thought of a good one but I’m afraid to tell it, I fear Sara will throw him out of the house.
There is another good story I could tell but it’s so bad it even embarrasses me. I better just be quiet and say…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT
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It’s that time of year again and another big week for Carlos has rolled around. His ‘To Do List’ is always full this time of year. The Santa Train has come and gone. Now it is his birthday and before the day is done there will be a big Thanksgiving dinner to eat. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLOS (Don’t eat too much.) |
| Here is a photo of the Santa Train stopping in Elkhorn City this past Saturday. I’m not sure where Carlos is in this picture, but I bet he’s in there somewhere.  |
We all complain so often about having a bad day. Since most of us are at least approaching if not past middle age, can we still remember what a good day would look like? After discussions with several family members lately my definition has been refined. If you haven't been to the emergency room, or the morgue, and haven't pooped your pants, you are having a good day. So any time you start to complain, stop and check your pants. If they are still clean, you are having a good day.
Luci
Editors Note:
I think Luci has come up with a valuable tool than many readers of the StalkerClan will find very useful. In case anyone is having trouble following her description, I put together this ‘Decision Tree’ to help explain her logic.
Some of you may want to print out a copy of this handy tool to carry in your purse or pocket book. I know I’m going to.
The following morning while all was out eating at the picking ground, Roo remembers the feather he used to measure the eggs the triplets and Crystal Fawn were inside of before they were born. Roo flew up in the tree and reached into the crack were he put the feather. He flew back down to the picking ground to show everybody how big the eggs were.
Everybody looked with amazement, "Oooh!!" as they all looked at its size.
He said, "This is how big the egg that Crystal Fawn was in." He put the end of the feather into the notch he made from the time. "It's exactly half the size of the big egg." As he showed halving the feather to prove his point. Then he showed how small the real little bitty egg was. "It is a third the size of the big egg," bending the feather to show it is one third its length.
Everybody was amazed with the story.
The triplets and Crystal Fawn can only watch, they didn't quite understand what was going on yet.
One of the hens was new to the neighborhood, she wasn't around when the triplets were born. She asked, "How did the hen lay that big of an egg?"
Roo said, "That's a long story."
