F is for Fur 'n Feathers.

Furry and fuzzy,

Feathers and fur,

Farm and free,

Look at all the animals I see.

Finny, fluffy, 

fat, or fleet,

I love my friends the animals, 

and they love me!

(Ok, the llamas are ambivalent, but the rest do...) 

The poetry is sort of wonky, but you get the idea...

So, what is YOUR favorite animal?

F is for...

Friends.

I know I have a lot of friends, as does my family.  I mentioned the accident, well, at the time, I was living in an apartment.  It was near the end of the month, and the landlord told my dad that I would have to pay the rent, or move the stuff out.  (Mom and I were both in the truck at the time...)

Well, I was supposed to be in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so he decided to move my stuff.

He called on friends.  Could anyone help him move me?

I didn't get to see this contingent of folks, but I gather that he had people coming out of the woodwork to help.

What they lacked in organization, they made up for in enthusiasm...

To wit, when I was better, and went through the boxes, things were packed in, um, creative ways.  I had bathroom supplies that were packed with my kitchen knives.  I had my trash cans, with the trash, carefully packed.  One that I had to just shake my head about, though, was the kitchen grater.  Someone had wrapped it, so it wouldn't ding up anything else, I guess, as it was packed in with paper and some wood items.

I just wish they hadn't used my good panty hose to wrap it with...

I have friends now, that I trade spinning fiber with.  I swap eggs and tomatoes and hamburger with another.  We check on a friend that lives about a mile up a hill in the winter, to make sure she can get down her driveway.  We watch friend's houses when they are gone, they watch ours, too.  We make runs for food, for kids, and for meds when someone is over scheduled or can't get out.

And they help us, too.

Yeah, I think this one is one of the more important blessings can think of, alphabetically...  Even if I did have to buy new panty hose...

F. Which starts a lot of words...

However, there isn't one of them that I can think of to write about today.  I guess I have "F-Block"?  Guess that's better than an F-bomb. 

Flowers. Did it... (Gardenpalooza counts, right?)

Fail. Don't wanna do it.

Frogs, Flies... Forgitaboutit.

Foreign. Ne pas? (Ne huh??)

Fart. I will pass... ; )

Future.  Hasn't gotten here yet.  I was going to maybe blog on this a bit, but since everything I am thinking of saying makes me sound like a Dinosaur, and we've already passed D... Nah.

Fortune.  Dame or Lady Luck, you decide...

Food.  Now there's a topic I can sink my teeth into!  Heh.  I made some cookies the other day.  Husband loved them, they are made with Total Cereal.  We have some of the cereal left.  We also have other cereal left.  I have coconut.  I have raisins.  I have oatmeal.  So what does that make?

(No, not a mess, but close...)

Junque Cookies!  (Yes, it starts with J, but it's food.  This is as close as I could get today, folks.) 

I take a basic cookie recipe, like the base for chocolate chip cookies.  Add, well, whatever is handy, and then also one box of cake mix, an egg, and 1/4 cup water.  Mix really well.  Then bake, and you have Junque Cookies.  I started making these in college, and found that some things work really well.  Chocolate chips (or any similar flavored chips), cereals, some crushed hard candies... However, I found out Gummy Bears... 

No.  Just NO.  Let's just say that I had to soak the pan for a long while to get the mess off... And the one I tried, was just icky. 

FIL won't eat Total, says it's a "laxative" cereal.  Husband isn't eating the Grape Nuts, and I haven't been able to eat all I bought of it... So I will just make a heaping pile of Junque, and maybe use up stuff.  Might have to get some chips to put in it, too.  I might have to give some of the cookies to the in-laws, and see if they like them.  Recipe? 

Uh.  Put stuff in?  Heh... 

And everyone eats the stupid cookies, even if they won't eat the individual ingredients.  Screwy...

So, fortune would forfend I forget F in my fording through blog land. 

Even if I am just writing fluff...