Cock-a-doodle do or Cock-a-doodle don't?

The Bozeman City Commission voted to allow chickens within the city limits this week. I am really not sure the Commission has thought this one through completely. So let's suppose you have a $500k home and your next door neighbor decides to start raising chickens a.k.a. puts in a mini feed lot next to your half million dollar impeccably landscaped home. You, since you are a true Bozemanite, also own a black lab. Your lab, not used to living next to chickens, takes off one day in pursuit of one of the birds when you let him out. You hear a giant commotion outside and go running only to find the dog next door in the neighbor's feedlot/hen house. The neighbor comes out, near hysterical. chickens are running everywhere; feather are flying. Your normally well-behaved and trained dog is chasing the birds. After all, he is bird dog. You and your neighbor whip out your cell phones and call 911. You need some help. The cops are called to your domestic disturbance. The question is- what do you say? Is it a poultry 911? Is it a domestic dispute? I mean what do you tell the 911 operator when you call? And really, having the cops show up for something like this when half way across Bozeman someone one is having a real emergency. What exactly was the Bozeman City Commission thinking? and what about the eggs? I have not even touched on all the issues surrounding eggs and egg theft. . .

Deja TV

As if the first time these shows were on they were not bad enough, we get to endure them again. If you have no idea what I am talking about, I am referring to the rebirth of 90210 and Melrose Place. For those of you who don't have the pleasure of wasting brain cells on watching trash television, 90210 is on its second season on mega network the CW. Joining it there is Melrose Place with some of the original cast members. (Really?) Could not these out of work actors find a worse nighttime soap to "act" on? In all fairness, I grew up on the originals of both of these shows and of course, like most teenagers at that time, had a huge crush on most of the male cast members. At the time, most of us did not know that all of them were well into their twenties while filming the teenage drama. Of course, I am not not totally mocking these two shows since I have not seen an entire episode of Melrose Place redux yet, but I know this. How can you mess with a classic deliciously trashy original?

The Bug

Sometimes you're the windshield. . .sometimes you're the bug sings Mary Chapin Carpenter in her song "The Bug." I am trying to figure out which one I am this week?

Catch Up

I am not sure how to write eight months worth of posts in one post, so I won't even try. I realized the other day that I had not posted on my blog since last year and thought I would write a few lines. With Facebook and Twitter, who has time for blogging? Just kidding. I don't have time to social network my life away. There are days I have time to barely check my personal email. By the time I get home at night, I am really not wanting to drone away on the computer since I am in front of one at least 8 hours a day. And here I sit, messaging friends asking myself, how did we lose the personal contact of talking on the phone or sitting face-to-face with people and trade it for the "connected" life of instant messaging, Blackberries, iPhones, and social networking? I just do not know anymore. I am so guilty of it and these things are addicting! *Sigh* If it was not for work, I would not look at my Blackberry in the evenings at all. Some nights I don't even look at my cell phone and I miss text messages and phone calls because the ringer is turned down too low. As much as I rely on technology, I find myself running away from it having been immersed in it all day and wanting a a break from the madness. It is very ironic. I want it and don't want it all at the same time. . .