I’m currently a nanny for a very bright and very entertaining one year old girl named Stephanie. I’ve been her nanny since August and so have got to see her grow from a baby who couldn’t roll over to a toddler who now runs around and is developing a basic vocabulary.
When I was 11 my family went on vacation to San Diego, we went to the zoo, Universal Studios, Lego Land, and Sea World. One of the things we did at Sea World was to swim with dolphins.
Like a lot of people I know who went to high school in California, my senior class went on a trip to Disneyland. They have several “Grad Nights” a year where the park is closed to everyone except various high schools. It was really crowded but really fun.
…is that you hit stuff. You do. Everyone does, well nearly everyone. My dad was an insurance agent for years, so I have it on very good authority that nearly every sixteen year old crashes their car, or at the very least hits something. Nearly everyone in my extended family is of driving age so there are several stories I have to tell. I’ll limit them to my favorite four though.
During my junior year of college my mother decided that she wanted to get chickens. She started off, as most people do, with a totally respectable number. Six. Six hens who were raised in the house (my room actually since I wasn’t using it) for the the first few weeks of their lives. So we had six chickens, and once they started laying we got about four eggs a day, and mom seemed happy with that.
Then our neighbor’s dog killed one of the hens. So mom had to get one to replace it, but she didn’t want one, she wanted several. Then several more. Then the hens started to go broody and needed eggs to hatch. As of now, just about two years later, we have over 50 birds.