My Sister Laid an Egg and I Get Blamed For It

RDP Saturday: EGGS

When my little sister was in kindergarten she came home from school one day announced she had homework. She said she had to learn a song for music day and after dinner we went out to the living room and my dad actually turned off the tv- you have to understand something.

This was an American household in the early 1970’s- the tv was God. It was never turned off and silenced.

Anyway my sister stood in the middle of the living room and when she had our attention she sang:


Oh I had a little chickie and it wouldn’t lay an egg

so I poured hot water up and down it’s leg

Oh the little chickie hollered and the little chickie begged

and the little chickie laid a hard boiled egg.


My brother who was sitting next to me started to laugh.

My parents looked at each other and then they looked at my sister and then my Dad said to me, ” Did you teach her that song?”

” No. She learned it in school. You heard her. ”

” Go to your room and don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again. ”

I was used to getting nailed for doing stupid things and saying stupid things but this wasn’t one of them. Plus  I thought the song was horrifying.  I liked animals and  I never would have made one up where some poor chickie gets scalded with hot water.

Believe it or not, I had been scalded in a kitchen mishap  a few years before when I was five years old and I knew it was nothing to sing about.

I stomped off to my room and my parents tried to get my sister to sing the real song she was supposed to learn and she insisted that was the real song so to humor her they listened to her sing it like a dozen times.

When she was done my Dad showed up in my room and grounded me for being a ‘smart ass’ and on his way out he slammed the door.

I heard Mom call one of her friends and ask about the chickie song and she found out that it was the real deal.

I waited for a few minutes and I called out, “am I still on restriction? ”

My Dad said no and when I walked out of my room and looked at him I kind of smirked, he pointed at my room and I walked back in- where I sang the chickie song until my  voice was gone.

The Human Remains


Photo A.M. Moscoso

There was a run of suicides on the tracks  my train uses last month- there was at least one a week.

Some people suggested that the inconsiderate jerks who threw themselves under the train should have stayed home and ‘eaten a bullet’.

My question is- which child in the video was the person on the tracks and which was the unfeeling ‘ let then eat a bullet ” child?

At what point did those people become so emotionally detached from their own sense of humanity that they allowed themselves to be torn apart by  a speeding train or would open their mouth and say without a care in the world for how it would say to a train car full of people that ‘ that  SOB should have stayed home and eaten a bullet, sorry your life sucks but I have things to do- I have a life. “

I know the person who ended their life has my sympathy- should the people who suggested that the deceased should have ‘eaten a bullet’ for the sake of the convenience of those around them have it too?

And if if I deny either of them my sympathy and caring what does that say about me? If I don’t care about myself or other people and I keep feeling that way,  do parts of my soul just die off until nothing is left except a brief residue of the better person that I could have been?


As a side note in this video:  “Anorexic” is a medical term for a symptom, the loss of appetite and interest in food. It is not the same as “anorexia nervosa” which is a psychiatric disorder. In popular/lay use, people often say anorexia when what they are actually referring to is anorexia nervosa, which is where the apparent confusion comes from.



We Talked About This

I was going through my emails and saw these  prompt titles in the subject line.

The prompts themselves are actually more detailed and are not one word prompts, but together I saw an idea come together, so I went with it:

Peter Lippmann

Before he turned away

and they both knew that this time it would  be for good

his father said,

” Pick a door, any door  slam it shut behind you. Then nail it shut, set fire to it if you

want. I think you deserve to forget it was ever here. ”


Before he turned away

and he knew he would be back again soon

he saw the smooth plot of earth next to his Father’s grave

and he hoped against hope

he would never say those words

to his own Son one day.


But he knew he probably would.


Andrew Wyeth

What I Did On My Summer Vacation


Photographer Unknown

It had been her idea to go see the Caves.

I was excited, my sons were excited because we had never been in a cave system before.

Our excitement though was short lived because on the half hour drive to the caves, my FORMER In Law spent every second she could telling us how the Pacific Northwest was boring because it was nothing but ” Volcanic Spew ” and that the only real place that had anything important to see in the way of geology  was in Colorado-

which at this point I would have  gladly kicked her back to ever inch of the way.

Oh and to make the drive even more interesting, my other FORMER In Law stopped to pick up a hitch hiker out in the middle of nowhere- I mean he sort of appeared on the side of the road like he had sprung up from the dusty and the sand  and this is the super duper fun part-

he looked like Charles Manson with short hair blond hair.

So between her telling us that we lived in a boring pile of volcanic waste, Charlie was agreeing with her.

That was more then I could handle.

Out of  nowhere I started to talk about the last funeral I worked where all we had to bury was an arm and a jawbone- he had been a John Doe- and we interred those unfortunates at the Home I worked at.

I told them I brought cut flowers from my garden and the gravediggers and landscaping crew suggested we sing a hymn and the only song we all knew the words to was Ball and Chain by Social Distortion.

I thought I had wrapped up my story, but my youngest son pointed out he had helped cut those flowers and anytime I wanted to murder few more of Dad’s roses to let him know.

Charlie realized I was sitting right behind him and when he turned around to get a look at the person innocently talking about her work day, he realized we had blown by his stop and we could let him out- right here and right now.

Bye Bye Charlie, I thought to myself as he scooted out of the car, I wish you could have taken my In Laws with you.


When we got to the caves, the first thing we got from the guide was a safety pitch and then we went in and to drive home why you shouldn’t wander off the path he told us to stand perfectly still and to turn off our flashlights- then they killed the lights and for the first time in my life I was in absolute darkness.

It’s funny because I’m not claustrophobic, but all of the sudden I felt like I was being squeezed or squished and then I felt one single bead of sweat  break  free from the nape of my neck and it slithered right down my spine.

Terror, I thought, I’ll be this is what real terror looks and feels like and for some reason I was into the experience- but  I also like to sit in the first car on the rollercoaster so that may have something to do with it.

I know this is a mixed thing, but I felt like I had just found a hundred dollars on the sidewalk- and then the lights popped on and I was standing face to face with my FORMER In Law who thought the Pacific Northwest was a volcanic wasteland.

I’m not sure why she was turned around and why we were now  face to face but when the lights came on and she saw my ‘ I just found a hundred bucks on the sidewalk’ expression she looked right into my eyes and backed up and nearly went sliding off the path into this pool of water that was full of minerals and bug doo and animal pee.

That smile never left my face.


You know that saying, it’s not the destination its the journey?

It’s true.