And then a wave of hilarity swallowed us whole, all at the same time and we were paralyzed with laughter - the kind that makes you cry a little, and leaves you gasping for air. What seemed like 10 minutes of laughter continued until someone got the camera. This is what stunned us:
Here, in suburbia in Metroplex, America, a chicken was standing in our yard. I realize that I live in Texas and that my town might be considered an Ag town, but I live by a highway. Literally, it's in the backyard. We were heading to the salon in downtown. We have museums and plays and culture and poetry - bright lights, malls, marquees, and Ikea.
The chicken, according to one of us (who shall remain nameless), turned to attack. I personally only saw the chicken run from us, as chickens are wont to do, but whatever.
In fact we weren't sure we were really seeing it, so we followed it (Jamie chose to walk like the chicken in an effort to lure it to him (?)-uh, to entertain it(?)- to communicate(?) what the hell, Jamie?) to the neighbor's yard, salon be damned! Maybe it was a ghost chicken!
The question remains. How did a chicken wander into our front yard? Look what it did to us, especially at the salon!
Christine is saying, "Stuff like this only happens while I'm around Ginger."
(sorry about the shaky cam, but I was laughing and shooting-pictures- at the same time)
All night we had the "there was a chicken in the yard" gleam in our eyes. It affected some more than others. 
Especially Jamie..
*probably we were making fart jokes and tripping off of the porch step, but I'm trying to set a mood here
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Punctuation is very important here. It was "WTF, C" not "W, TFC"
And also, it wasn't just in the yard; it was on the sidewalk blocking our path. It was blinking in cold malice, and bobbing its head with hate filled intent. If it weren't for Jamie's quick thinking with his attempt chicken communication though bobbing and strutting, this misunderstanding between man and beast could have escalated into something violent.
Thanks Jamie.
When I got home from Penny's today I heard a rustle in the bushes..
The chicken IS BACK! That's it. He's my chicken now. I've named him Poyo (like my email) - the gringa version of pollo.
So.
I now have a pet chicken. What do chickens eat?
That is hilarious!
When Jen Bel and I started learning how to play the saxophone when we were like 10 we attracted a duck to the front yard!
Pet Poyo for me!
Jen, you've always had a thing with birds.
Remember DC, Bird?
Still, nothing beats the other quirky stories.. esp. guy mowing a very small lawn on a riding lawn mower at an extreme speed while wearing a paper bag on his head..
and folks think i'm weird!
There is nothing to say, but I must ask, "Why am I not surprised?"
Ginger( wow it's wierd, yet awesome to call you that)
I'm a former student of yours. You taught my 7th grade english class and it was your first time teaching, and i do believe you got introuble for saying Ass in class :-) I got your blogspot from maryann mullen. I just wanted to say hi and say your were an awesome teach back then. I still don't like english because I'm horrible with grammar, but I like it more then I used to. talk to ya later.
by the way this Antonio Hardy. If you don't remember it's okay, I'll understand :-)
ps- leave it to an English teacher to have spell check on her blog.
Hey Antonio!
Yes, of course I remember you! And I sort of, in a round about way, keep up with you through Heather M.
Thank you for the KIND words! Yes, it was my first year teaching when you were in my class, so... uh..sorry(?). I did say ass in class, as in "stop with the smart ass remarks!", though I really thought they were funny (!), but had to be all teachery and such.. :) I got written up for it. In my permanent file it says, "Mrs. Haag said 'ass' in class." I'll never live it down!
At the same time, you guys are incredibly dear to me because you were my first. Also, I know that you are all doing amazing things with your lives, and that makes any mistakes on my behalf OK.
That first year was tough, but I am am confident that I was paired with your class for a reason. You taught me so much, and with such affection. I'm so lucky!
Hey, welcome to my blog-o-sphere! Keep the comments coming! I love 'em!
I hear you're an actor. Cool! When's the next show? Can I go?
AND Mary....ANN! Where are your comments? I miss you, sister!
BTW, I'm awful at grammar and spelling. Literature is my bag. I never had a proper grammar lesson, except for in Spanish, so I'm constantly going for the rule book.
That's what I get for growing-up in El Paso.
please explain to your 7th period class what "WFT-C!?" means. Also, it would be so pleasing to let a certian group of individuals aquire access to a free 100 grade for unpresented reading logs. If not, we know where you will be on monday at 11:00 am. We are watching you ^ ^
( oo )
Max, quit being so dramatic.
You get nothing and I'm not afraid of you or the rest of your chocolate bribing, toothbrush wielding gang.
AND as far as WTFC goes... um. well C stands for chicken. The rest is up to you.
Happy week-end! (and welcome to my blogspace)
Do your friggin' homework!
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