An Explanation

So why would a 20-something year old name her blog "Just Feeding Chickens" when she never spent her childhood years on a farm and isn't currently involoved in the poultry industry? Allow me to explain myself:

When I was growing up, if my mom had a day off from work and someone asked her what she had done that day, her response usually was, "Oh, I've just been feeding chickens." Now as you can imagine, this made no sense to me, seeing how it makes no sense to you reading this, unless you're a middle aged woman from the midwest. Finally, I had enough of the confusion. I asked my mom how in the world she could purport to have been feeding chickens all day when the only birds we owned were my brothers' parakeets. She then explained to me that "feeding chickens" was just a saying, nothing to be taken literally. All it meant was that she had spent the day doing odd jobs around the house- like changing burnt-out light bulbs, organizing the tupperware cabinet, or finally ironing that pile of laundry that had been sitting there all week, nothing substantial like mowing the lawn or cleaning the cars.

Even after that explanation, I still had a confused look on my face and said, "Uhhh ok, Mom." But I guess that's how most sayings go. Maybe it would be different and more understandable had I ever lived on a farm or spent any significant time around chickens. Regardless, this phrase was a common thing in my childhood, and despite its lack of logic, came to have meaning for me.

So that's what this blog is going to be for me; it doesn't have a grandiose purpose i.e. documenting my travels, doting on every new sound my baby makes, expounding on my political views, etc. It's going to be like most blogs- a little of everything, an assortment of the random things that go on in my life. Most likely people will be bored by it, but I guess blogs generally tend to be for the blogger more than the reader, so I'm ok if you decide never to read this blog again. At least I'll know that even though some things in life don't seem to be that significant, like feeding chickens, they'll have meant enough to me to write them down. Because feeding chickens is important. If it wasn't, we'd all be in dark houses with no working light bulbs, trying to find something to store left overs in while wearing wrinkled clothes.