My Cheeto Girl

If you’re a Cheetos connoisseur– like Miss H and I are, then you know there are many ways to eat them that are considered “proper” depending on the circumstance you find yourself in.

For instance, there is the dainty “Nibble, nibble,” most often used to avoid embarrassment at large gatherings, where people insist on talking to you, even when your mouth is full.

Then, there is the the voracious “Starved Wolf,” made popular at family barbecues when the chips are out but the meat is still frozen.

And who can forget the Cheeto-fangs-beat-plastic-fangs “Vampire,” method seen at scout camps and sleepovers for the last four decades?

You’re on your own to visualize these particular techniques. Sorry.

One of my personal favorites, as our girl here is demonstrating, is the “Seagull” technique. You know, an actual Cheeto in one hand and the other–and entire ARM, if possible–securely poised in the bag, making it impossible for anyone to take what is rightfully yours. Somewhere off in the distance I hear those charming aquatic birds squawking, “Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine-minemineminemineminemine…”

Hey. A fresh bag of Cheetos can do that to a person.



Made this little sweetie for my baby grandson’s 1st birthday.


I had other plans, but they fell through, so this little pattern came to the rescue.


It actually whipped up surprisingly fast– about 3-1/2 hours from topknots…


to tail feathers.


My kind of project indeed.

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Country Folk


I’ve decided my grand kids can be the country folk that I always wanted to be.

They love it. I love it. The birdies love it.

I’m having so much fun with the chickens, I keep forgetting that we’re going to get eggs someday.

Serendipity, for sure.

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