Adventures in the North Country, Part 1

As promised, I will write about my weekend at home, as it is so priceless and quintessentially eccentric, it needs to be written about. So, you're gonna read about my first night at home.

So, Friday began with work during the morning shift in the HUB. And I was acting severely ADD. Seriously, I went from the topic of puppies to cats to chickens to current events so fast, my supervisors commented on it. They're usually very accepting, and they found it funny (at least I hope they did), but when they comment on it...you know it's a bad case of ADD.

Literally fifteen minutes after I got out of work, my Mom was at my apartment and ready to pick me up.
(sidenote: I don't have a license, and I don't have a car just yet. The only reason I want one is to get to the friggin supermarket and to be less reliant on people, otherwise I'd just use a bike or something. Now, if I were in a more populated state, there would be mass transit to rely on. This asset to infrastructure is obviously frowned upon in certain states...but this is a topic for another time.)

I won't lie, I was super happy to see my Mom. I hadn't seen her since May, but I really hadn't had much time to spend with her then. So, the ability to spend time with her was something I had looked forward to. After a quick grabbing of clothes and what not, we headed back to bumfuck NH (sorry for the language folks...but it really is in the boonies..).

The girls enjoying the sun...and wondering what the hell I was doing there

Ok, I knew my animals would miss me, but I swear to God, I didn't expect them to respond to me so happily. At least for the most part. Hell, even the chickens seemed to recognize me. Then again, those animals are far more intelligent than people give them credit for. They're not going to take over the world, but they're gonna be the gremlins of whatever new world order established after the Apocalypse. Yet, these little demons were the first animals to greet me when I returned home...since they needed to be fed and Francois had escaped from the pen (sue me, I gave my female chicken a french guy's name). So I got to re-bond with a few of the animals, such as Snuffy, who is the only suriving chicken from our first batch of chicks, to Eduardo, who seems to think her job in life is to be guardian of all eggs laid. This can be entertaining to look at, since she is by far the smallest bird we have.

Eduardo

Washing fresh eggs

 So, after collecting 45 eggs from the afternoon egg collection, my mom and I finally went inside. We were greeted by my two dogs, Buddy and Mischa. They knew someone was outside, but didn't know who. Once they figured it out, all hell on Earth broke loose, but it's that sort of hell on Earth that is acceptable. Like going to an open bar at a wedding and getting drunk.
(Another sidenote: hate to say it, but there are no pictures of the dogs, as of yet. They weren't cooperating with me this trip home)
While the dogs were happy to see me, so were two of my three cats, Pantaloons and Widget. I'm putting this out there right now, I did not name them. Well, I named Widget, but I named her Niobe, not Widget. That cat probably is bipolar from the amount of names that she has, but I digress.

Pantaloons being Pantaloons

Pantaloons, or Panty for short, is probably one of the most relaxed cats around. Unless you piss her off. But most of the time, she's just relaxing around the dogs, enjoying the activity going on around the house. Widget meanwhile, after initially being pissed at me, was quite lovable after she got over her abandonment issues (she's Siamese, she's going to be a bit neurotic).

While this all seems quite normal, I finally greeted Puffy the one-eyed Chicken and Hudson the Angora Rabbit. They live inside my house in the same room, and are actually rather close. Puffy lives inside with us because when she was smaller, she was denied food by the much larger chickens and was picked on viciously. My Mom took pity on her, and we all nursed this chicken into a large, happy and healthy bird. However, due to the fact that she has spent her time around people, she much prefers to spend her time inside, and in fact prefers the company of people to that of other chickens. Hudson the rabbit is kept inside, due to the fact that he is an angora rabbit, since his fur is worth a good amount of money, and keeping him outside compromises the quality of his hair. For those of you who do not know, angora rabbits are sheared like sheep, since they grow very soft and fluffy hair that spinners and other textile artists love. While Hudson is an angora rabbit purchased for a business use, he is still a part of the family, and actually gets along quite well with Puffy.

Hudson

Puffy. She has no eye on the other side of her head, hence why her head's cocked in an odd angle

 Eventually, my mom and I were able to relax and watch some TV, which for us happened to be CNN. While I may be politically active, my Mom is quite opinionated, and is one of those people who yells at politicians on the TV, perhaps hoping that they may hear her. While I know it doesn't help, I know it's one of my Mom's traits, and I love her for it, even when it gets her into hot water.

Mom's upset with Michelle Bachmann

So, after watching the news for a bit and spending time with the family, I was able to get some sleep. Not on my own bed, mind you. I slept with my dogs. I mean, I don't get to cuddle with them often. Besides, Buddy is an extremely comfortable pillow (yeah...I fell asleep on my dog. Go ahead and judge). But definitely, it was a good day, all in all.

So...that's all I got for tonight everyone. Tune in next time, same bat time, same bat channel!