tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116911928073360679.post8594799926833080364..comments2024-01-15T22:59:08.126-05:00Comments on Mr. Mike's Museum of Pop Culture Wonders: Things I've Learned This SummerMichael C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07769804353594973267noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116911928073360679.post-945857299802902212009-10-11T01:34:48.373-04:002009-10-11T01:34:48.373-04:00Thanks Maureen!Thanks Maureen!Michael C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07769804353594973267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116911928073360679.post-44588067122615441072009-10-07T20:24:43.044-04:002009-10-07T20:24:43.044-04:00This was one of the funniest things I've read ...This was one of the funniest things I've read in a long time! Thanks Mike!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01604634957185791049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116911928073360679.post-46402408171625529092009-08-14T12:59:56.489-04:002009-08-14T12:59:56.489-04:00Did you look in the cooler before you threw it out...Did you look in the cooler before you threw it out? Maybe the remains had mummified - that would be pretty cool - a rooster mummy!<br /><br />I'm glad to see that we're not the only family who procrastinates burying it's dead animals.<br /><br />Please, please, please don't let Kim know you have chickens (although I think it's too late). Every once in a while she mentions how cool it would be to add them to our menagerie (and I want to downsize not increase the size of the Chirichella petting zoo). Hey! How'd you like a couple of sheep or some rabbits or a miniature pony?Michael C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07769804353594973267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3116911928073360679.post-1079483074759043342009-08-14T12:47:45.517-04:002009-08-14T12:47:45.517-04:00This post is so chock full of disturbing imagery t...This post is so chock full of disturbing imagery that I may need some form of therapeutic intervention.<br /><br />Now let me tell you about Aretha.<br /><br />At the time that Erin brought home a huge amount of cute little chicks, we were unable to properly sex them and determine how many of them would be allowed to vote and pee upright. One androgynous bit of fowl had this monster attitude and was name " Aretha " in honor of the queen of soul.<br />And then he grew up.<br /><br />The roosters were loud as hell so we gave them to someone we know who wanted some to add to his flock. Aretha the Rooster hid in the woods so we took it as a sign that he/she was destined to stay with us until one day a small squirrel tried to get in at the chickens and Aretha did battle with him. The rooster died and after a few days so too did Aretha. The kids were all distraught as if this was a member of the family and faced with frozen ground and a dead huge rooster we did the only reasonable thing. We went into the closet and got the biggest Coleman cooler we had and made it into a makeshift rooster mausolem. We placed it deep in the woods and tapewd it up with plans to bury it with dignity when Spring brought a thaw. Seasons passed and finally a few weeks ago, Aretha got an unceremonius trip to the dump.<br /><br />And the kids are still none the wiser.Bicnoreply@blogger.com