Aloes, Aloes Everywhere...

Any body need an aloe plant? I have 11. Not exactly sure what to do with them. Currently they're all sitting in my window. I'm not really sure why, but I seem to be very good at growing aloes. I started with one puny, dying little plant about 4 or 5 years ago. I now have to re-pot them semi-annual and give them away with regular frequency. I'm not that fond of aloe. They're terribly useful, but really, how often does one get burnt? If anyone knows of anything other than first aid that they're good for, I'd love to know!

Tulips on the other hand, I fail miserably at. I adore tulips. They may very well be my favorite flower. They remind me of Audrey Hepburn. They're tall and graceful and simple and elegant. And I can kill them like nobody's business. I'm not sure if it's me killing them, or the dogs stepping on them. Mama bought me some beautiful ruffled tulips two years ago. They don't stand a chance. Every time one gets tall enough to bloom, it gets stepped on. And I planted 15 Giant red tulips from Brecks last fall. I have one. One lone tulip in the middle of my front yard. It looks so sad out there. The other 14 never even came up. I may just throw in the towel...then again, maybe not...I do so love tulips.

Since I've been reminiscing we've had an interesting week. The eggs in the incubator began hatching. I'm not sure what the count is, but I know things haven't been great. We've lost at least 5 chicks to flipping. I'm not sure if there's a technical term, but that's what I'm calling it. They flip over on their backs, can't right themselves, and die. It's pretty traumatic. I'll check them, feed the kids, bathe the kids, put the kids to bed, and check them again just to find a tiny corpse in the bucket.

And now Molly's pups are dying. We went to town today and put adds in the paper to sell off the pups and the piglets. When we got home, Husband found his favorite pup dead by the dog house. All the pups look ill, and none of them are acting right. We have no clue what happened, but Husband said he'd be surprised if any of them made it till morning. Luckily the paper let us pull the add. I'd have hated to answer the phone calls with that news.

#1 Son's nose is doing well. While we didn't see him fall, it seems he hit his nose on the window sill. He looks no worse for the wear. No black eyes, no bruising to speak of...just a broken nose. Has it slowed him down? Not a bit. He's still jumping off the furniture in an attempt to save Bumblyburg from the Fib from Outer Space. Hid father may go into cardiac arrest before his nose has time to heal.