Wednesday, May 07, 2008

the laws of three

i thought this picture would be a nice compliment to yesterdays... none of you ladies really jumped up and raised your hands to extol the virtues of "back door bedroom business". i had really hoped that as i got older it would be more common place and all married women would acquiesce. you know...bend over backwards at the chance to try an old favorite...
anyways... all of this was in good fun. i was trying for a themed week of crass and sass, but the events that have happened make it really difficult to bounce around all cheerily queerly....
shit happens in threes. i think every one agrees. with the death of one of our community members here everyone seems to relate to "the laws of three".

"well shit, i wondered who was going to be the third, my buddy had a friend die and my great uncle passed away on Friday..." said a co-worker yesterday.

"yeah man, my grandmother died last week and my dads friend died this weekend. so Mr. Mike makes three... that's crazy." said a buddy who grew up with the man.

"yeah, freah's friend died and we had another friend die the week before, now this..." said a gal in the office this morning.

we had our two little chicks die yesterday, so that's our three.. we come home and the turkeys pen was quite rank. upon inspection they had broken open several of their spent eggs. they were disgustingly rotten. we emptied the coop and put in fresh litter, then noticed only one chic... the other had been squashed in between some of the other left over eggs... we pulled the one chic out and decided to keep it inside and under closer watch. instantly cheese noticed this chic was not doing so hot.
we warmed it and goaded to drink lots of fluids and to try and eat. put it in a warmed towel and checked on it later in the evening... it basically took its last breaths in our hands... i would say it died from a combination of bad parenting and bad husbandry... if the turkey hens would have kicked out the bunk eggs we could have collected them before they rotted. and if we would have been a bit more knowledgeable and attentive we would have cleaned the pens out earlier.... the results were that the rotten eggs were allowed to accumulate bugs and the bugs ate the chic alive in a matter of hours... hours.... very sad...
with life there is death, and with that, there is a curve for learning. learn how to live and prevent death for as long as possible.. learn to love life and appreciate the process of dieing, which is living...

must go to work now....

does anyone else believe in the "laws of three"?

oh and i read this article here this morning... seems to be pertinent to today's post... huh.

6 comments:

MJ said...

I read the article you asked us to click on and now I can't decide if you want us to do a big group hug or bend over backwards for you.

Leah said...

Well, I guess in the interests of group therapy we can do both...at least metaphorically...

To be candid, my family has experienced an annoying amount of tragedy, and for both me and my sister, a dark sense of humor has stood us in good stead. I mean, we nicknamed our dad "Corpsey Pete" after he died, and always laughed when we talked about him. Other people, I can tell you, didn't find that funny!!!! But this is apropos of the mix of crass, sass, and loss--it's a perfect combination. The only way to deal with some stuff, I think.

And that rule of three--I find it too scary. As it is, I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop!

Random Chick said...

Yup, I believe in the rule of three...I don't have any right now but I'm sure it'll happen.

Interesting blog article. I guess I do consider you all part of my fucked up therapy group...LOL @ MJ's comment!!!

INNER VOICES said...

ladies your comments are so great!!! i'll be back to commentsie backsie soon! ya'll just put a big smile on my face thank you....

INNER VOICES said...

mj,how bout a group bend over hug?

leah... i feel you with the superstition thing... i absolutly hate, hate, hate de ja vu. i fucking cant stand it. to me they are a premonition of death, "life flashed before my eyes" type of thing. would rather pound a nail through my hand every now and then. instead of having a de ja vu.
and dealing with death takes on many forms... i like what you said about that! thanks for the comment!

random! yeah see i knew there were more of us out there! blogging has worked for me, if you go back into the depths of the voices youll read i was fighting off suicide for a long time... glad to be a part of your group therapy! wanna get in on this group bend over hug with mj?

inner voices! your comments are always so well worded and carefully thought out! you are the man, the fucking man yo! you rock too! hit me up when you get out of work and i'll buy you a beer!

INNER VOICES said...

did no one "get" the picture? "use rear entrance"... sheeesh... hard bunch to please you are...