Turkeys and Tales

Hello and Welcome!

It's a cloudy day here which has us all becited for the possibility of rain. We've just about worn out our rain-dancing shoes, so I hope it works this time.

I wasn't planning to make more Thanksgiving cards, but when I was putting some NBUS stamps away where they belong, I came across this set . . . 

"My Peeps"

and I saw a naked bird . . . and a feather . . . and a Pilgrim hat . . . and a sediment . . . and so I made a turkey . . . 

I stamped this one on glossy paper so you can see the cloudy sky reflected. That's not to say I stamped it on glossy paper in order for you to be able to see the cloudy sky reflected, rather that is the reason why you can see the cloudy sky reflected.

I liked it so much, I made two more!

I used red, turquoise, and gold for the feathers. Then I overstamped them again with the gold (Brilliance) for a wonderful sheen which only shows up in the close-up.

I used those colors because they are the colors of the current Just Us Girls (JUGS) challenge.

And, of course, I'm playing along with the "Anything Goes" challenge at Paper Smooches SPARKS Challenge.

And since my post appeared on the same day so it's not backlinked, I am editing this to add the fun new challenge over at Shopping Our Stash where the theme is "Thankful." They'd love to see a thank you card or grateful project, or a card based on the Thanksgiving theme. (I'm tickled to see that Leslie and I were on the same wave length with our gobblers!!)

The links will give you the fine print regarding rules, sponsors, and prizes! Join in!

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Gosh that was fun!! It was like paper dolls only with stamps and turkey parts! 

I didn't actually think I would ever enjoy handling turkey parts again after the experience I had with them on my very first job. I may have told this story before. I grew up in a small town in central Iowa and the town's main employer was the turkey plant. I lived in town, but turkey farming was big business. I'll bet the majority of the town worked at the turkey plant.

When I got a summer job there it was washing turkey gizzards. (I'm not making this one up.) I had to put on a white lab coat like a scientist, a hard hat like a construction worker, rubber gloves like a bull inspector, huge black rubber wading boots like an allegator farmer, and goggles which made my glasses steam over. Who knew turkey gizzards were that hazardous?

I proceeded out to the assembly line where I was placed at a station and given an enormous and powerful nozzle from which water shot out at what seemed like 500 miles an hour. Was I washing turkey gizzards or elephant ears? That were still attached to elephants.

The water was ice cold. Not icey cold. ICE cold. A loud buzzer sounded that nearly took my head off. The conveyor belt shuddered to life and began rumbling. Everyone around me looked to their left. I looked to my right. I'm just kidding to see if you were paying attention. From the left came the sight of hundreds of turkey gizzards having a gay old time bouncing and skipping down the line. As gizzards zoomed past, I was to grab them off the line with my left hand and shoot ice water at them with my right hand.

Well, first of all, it's awfully hard to grab leaping gizzards when your little tiny hand is inside a huge industrial rubber glove. Second of all, when I did manage to grab a pair and shoot them with a burst of water, the water shot them right out of my hand, across the room, and onto the floor.

Oops.

That happened a few times until I got the hang of it. By then the lady across from me had taken two of  my gizzard shots down the front of her lab coat. And if looks could kill, I wouldn't be writing this.

Oops.

And can we just for a second talk about poultry parts and what happens when the waxy fatty consistency of poultry parts mixes with ice cold water? It congeals, people. It congeals.

The morning ticked on. I got a few gizzards down the front of my own coat. Followed by huge amounts of ice water. It went everywhere. Inside my rubber gloves. Down into my boots. Up the left sleeve of my coat, caroming off my underarm, down my side, and into my underpants.

Four hours later, the ear-splitting horn sounded for lunch, the water turned off, and the conveyer belt skidded to a halt. Gizzards flew backwards and dropped out of the air with a thud and a shudder.

I peeled out of my gear and walked the one block home, water spurting out of my shoes with each step.

I was proud of myself for enduring four hours, but I refused to go back. I was fortunate that I didn't have to go back. 

God bless the people who wash our turkey parts for us. It's a HARD job!!

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New Friends Corner

I'd love to have you meet our new friend Lorraine "Lols" of Lorraine's Loft. Lols has been blogging since May of 2008 and crafting since forever! She is known to most of us through her design team at Simon Says Stamp and many other challenges and she has her own wonderful personal blog, too. Be prepared to be WOWED when you visit and wear your comfortable chair!

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