Dwyr…the depressed chicken nest had the "hole/ lip thing for an aprox 4 1/2 inch x 6 inch chicken.
Im curious though, what you call a clear glass chicken on a depression glass pink nest? Bipolar chicken? What about the eggs growing up in a depressed nest, but with a non depressed mother? Do I need to beg my midwife to let me off Bedrest (also known as computer time) and let me back to work so I can get a life?
After next Friday, I’m taking the next two years or so off. Am I looking at grad school the wrong way?
I’m a stay home mom so that means that either every day is a day off or I never get a day off.
Oh and bedrest sucks. There is nothing more boring in the world than to be confined to bed around the clock. I fear that pronouncement with every OB appointment. 3 more months until my scheduled C section!
Whoo hoo , juji_mojo as it happens my glass chicken top is 4.5" by 6". If you want it just shoot me an e-mail with an address to ship it to. If ya trust me that is. (I’m mostly harmless. 
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It’s in good shape with just a little chip off the beak which is hardly noticeable. What you want to call your hybrid is entirely up to you.
Thinking more on this chicken thing… with the clear chicken I feel that she should be filled with something colorful like beach glass and displayed
Tanookie, its a great idea except…where would I keep my sticky pennies, unusuable until next summer flower earrings, and the dead batteries?
Dwyr…umm how do I find your email?
rue, luckily i did not give all my feng shui books away to white elephants.
okay, creativity and children section, we will go super simplified here. go to the door of the room your computer is in. standing in the doorway c and c will be a squarish area in the middle of the right hand wall. you want to have something (or a few things) that are metal, white, round, yellow, flat square, tv if possible, toys and games, candy, music, a metal bell, a lamp. you can combine a few of the things into one thing. i have a white round metal lamp in that section. oh yeah, one more thing, something that is earth; a plant in a clay pot, or a globe, or something of that ilk.
for more nekkedness you might want to toss something red into the relationship and love section.
what fun you and the wee dedays could have with a scavenger hunt for creative items.
Wow tanookie… Three months. I’ve got about 4- 41/2 to go. First baby so a lot of this is bizarre to me, on the other hand I am a nurse, so I do know a fair bit o’ stuff. Except Im more used to diapering adults.
I just had the stupidity to fall flat on my belly the other day. I feel like Ive done a billion sit-ups, but otherwise Im okay, so Im bored out of my tree. And thinking about depression glass chickens. But I didnt start it.
I keep all my pennies in a jar for the babies’ college funds 
The earrings… hmm I haven’t changed my earrings in about 2 and a half years… Maybe in an old coffee mug?
Dead batteries… trash em! Start childproofing early Trust me small children think batteries make yummy chew toys!
Ouch! I have a two year old and she’s hit me in the belly a time or so and I know how badly that hurt. I cannot imagine falling on my belly! I can’t even sleep on my belly. hugs
I did a couple of months of lenient bedrest (can’t leave house but can sit in recliner) and a month of strict bedrest (only get up to pee - can take military shower every other day) with my daughter. No fun that!
First babies are so exciting All babies are so exciting
Exgineer is really going to hate all this talk about babies! 
(Where’s a tongue stickie out smilie when you need one!!!)
Tanookie maybe we should open our own pregnancy thread.
It might go over better than my thread about my necrophiliac coworker.
And dwyr, yes I would love the chicken if you really want to mail half a glass chicken to Canada. I promise to find and mail you something cool and kitschy in return.
Boy, do I feel guilty or WHAT posting into this thread? ( Not really. Well, some. Okay, a reasonable amount of guilt. Not an overwhelmingly huge amount of Jewish guilt, just your run-of-the-mill guilt ).
I am- and frankly, this may cause me serious physical harm right here in this VERY thread- in the process of turning my garage into a Family Room. Yes, that’s right. I’m actively working hard, sweating, cursing, having my shorts slip slightly, getting sawdust in my eyes and doing all manner of manly and Home Depot-related activities in this pursuit.
I feel good about it, too. Not right now mind you. Right now, I feel AWFUL about this. But overally, the garage has served me well and now, that the kids are getting a bit bigger, it’s appropriate to sacrifice that sacred arena of mess and muss, and convert it into a larger family room than we currently have. My son will move into the current family room, my wife will get my son’s bedroom to use as a teaching room for piano students ( it’s the size of a prison cell in Sing Sing. I have in fact BEEN to Sing Sing. I have stood IN a cell, straddling the toilet. It’s just on par with a single cell. 
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And yet, as I read this thread I doth confess great guilt. Here there are Dopers. Fine, solid Dopers. Kindly Dopers, with cars, and dreams, and fierce Kentucky sunshine. To you one and all, I am sorry.
I will continue my tasks, and will fulfill my goal. It won’t be finished for a few weeks. Until then, those Dopers in need of a Garage Fix, ya’ll just pop in with the family wagon and park a spell. Ya can have some homebaked banana bread with chocolate chips, and help me nail the studs in.
Cartooniverse
Oohh, stud nailing. I could do with some of that right about now.
It’s a deal then juji_mojo.
I collect china teacups and have been getting some of them from Canada (via ebay) so it’s only proper that I should send back something.
I’m so happy my glass chicken half will have a home.
OK, now I’ve got a mental image of Cartooniverse wearing a butt-crack-inducing tool belt over a frilly apron. He nails a few studs, bakes a little banana bread, kvetches at the kids, then starts all over again.
One of the families on this street converted their garage to a regular room, replacing the garage door with 2 large French doors. But they left the driveway. And they put up a pergola on the driveway outside the former garage - I hate pergolas, and this one is particularly unattractive. Glad they don’t live next to me.
Others on the street use their garages as a sitting room of sorts. Several have TVs out there, many have chairs and tables arranged in conversation groupings. I’m guessing they have living rooms full of plastic-covered furniture and transparent runners and no one ever goes into the living room because it’s too “nice” for everyday living. Either that or the household smoker has been banished to the garage. I’ve never noticed glass animals of any description in any of these pseudo-licing rooms.
OK chair (although I feel I should call you “rocking” because we’re close and all , but I also think “chair” sounds better. Not as good as “st. chair” but that would take explaining to the newer members of the clique (yes, we’re a clique, but with an open admission policy) and I can’t be bothered) I’m at the door to the computer area. Actually, I’m not, I’m at the computer. If I were way over there, I couldn’t reach the keyboard. So I’m just pretending.
Right wall… OK, that’s over there…
“you want to have something (or a few things) that are metal, white, round, yellow, flat square, tv if possible, toys and games, candy, music, a metal bell, a lamp”
Metal, check. Metal lamps.
White. Check. Lampshades.
Round. Check. Again, lampshades.
Hey! This is easy!
Yellow. Uhh… no. Dang! And I was doing so well, too.
Flat square. Check. Couch cussions.
Toys and games. Puh-lease! I got kids. Toys and games are scattered everywhere! You can’t take a step in here without stomping on something plastic.
Candy. Again, puh-lease! Like I’d be more than four feet from candy? (In a round bowl!)
Music. Check. Although it’s technically out of the square. But so is the candy. I round my feng shui up. New Feng Shui, like they teach in schools now.
A metal bell? Uhh, no. Did I mention the kids? Metal bells would be a bad idea. Not as bad a whistles, but bad enough.
A lamp. We’ve been through this, and there are two lamps. You;re supposed to make a triangle with your lamps in each room. That’s a lighting thing, not a shui thing. I think I heard that on cable somewhere (HGTV?), so you know it’s true.
“something that is earth”
Right now, Lucy is sleeping on the couch. She’s a terrier, an “earthdog”. So that has that covered. We don’t let ilk in our house. Just think of the staining.
Wow 'verse, those Sing Sing cells sound an awfull lot like the room I grew up in. Sharing with my little brother, I might add. But we didn’t have a toilet right in our room. It would have come in handy now and again, but we didn’t have one.
Watch that talk dwyr. Ex might take exception to it. You know how he can be. And he’s probably all wound up with all the baby talk already.
-Rue. (shui)
Thank you. Thankyouthankyouthankyou.
There was getting to be way, way too much girly stuff in this thread, what with the home decorating and babies and stuff. Home improvement is much better.
Don’t make me turn off this computer and go on vacation.
Oh, and since no one told you juji, you go to one of dwyr’s posts and right under it, there’s a button marked “email”. Click on that.
Stuff if you don’t know
The “profile” button goes to the poster’s profile, so you can learn all about them. (If they bothered to fill it out.)
The “search” button gives you a run down of all the posts they made in the last little bit (I don’t know exactly how long) in all the fora they’ve posted to.
And the “buddy” button makes them your buddy, which doesn’t do much, but it keeps track of them on your “user cp” page (up top) so if you want to see if someone’s been active or you want to e-mail them, it’s easier to track them down.
And to make the clear chicken match the pink nest, spraypaint the inside of the chicken pink. You can still keep your sticky pennies and the paint won’t get scratched off because the chicken will protect the paint. It’s a Perfect Plan.
-Rue. (plan-y)
Pseudo-licing rooms? I was in a de-licing room once, in Cuba. There weren’t any glass animals in there either. They did have rats as big as otters in the showers though. River otters, not sea otters. It would have been more fun if they were otters, but you can’t have everything.
Speaking of butt cracks; how come nobody ever complains about women having visible butt cracks?
BTW, Rue Feng Shui is Chinese for “Let’s see what we can sell these stupid round-eyes now.”
Now you’ll have to excuse me. I have to go make sure the head of my bed is aligned Due North instead of magnetic North. It’s been messing up the reception on my tin foil hat.
-Bumba (magnetically)
Hey, Bumb, cut a girl some slack! It’s this defective keyboard - it has the c right next to the v! What kind of alphabet is that?!?
I don’t like women’s butt cracks any more than men’s butt cracks. Just so no to butt crack!!!
Loved the moose pics - thanks ever so! I need to create a web page for her.
Okay, being somewhat of a newcomer to this set of posts, I’m at a loss. I want to participate, I want to post, but, to co-op the thread title–I’ve got nuthin’. I can’t think of anything–witty or mundane–to say about anything recently posted in this thread. I’m not blaming all you other posters, I know the lack is in myself. Some element of my creative (or smartass) nature seems sadly out of tune with this thread.
So, knowing that hijacks are allowed, even encouraged, I’ve racked my brains for an appropriate hijack. I thought about posting about the time I kicked my grandmother and Mom had a hard time punishing me because she’d often wanted to kick the old lady herself (her mother-in-law). Or about what happened back in college when five drunks got their hands on enough mistletoe to blanket the entire campus (and did so, ninja style). But I’ve established myself as someone who prides herself on only hijacking with subjects that have some, albeit tenuous connection to earlier posts. I’ve trapped myself. 
So, my question to all of you is this: Would you lose all respect for me if I suddenly, out-of-the-blue hijacked this thread by starting a discussion on the possible uses for food besides eating it? Or should I just come up with a story about nailing a stud?
Wouldn’t those be pretty much the same thing?