ACE’s And Eights…

  Good morning! I have reached the point of our current programming where I feel the need to go all rouge and do a tiny bit of catching up!
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  Today’s prompt is a getting broken down into a two-parter…
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Part 1
“Write about: Life…”
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  In local news, I have established the fact that I’m BROKE! I’d say it’s one of those “too broke to pay attention” things except I’ve never been very good at paying attention anyway, so I’m thinking it doesn’t really apply.What I HAVE managed to discover is that no matter how broke I may be, I’m not too broke to “pay it forward.”  

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  A few months back I mentioned the International Autoimmune Arthritis Movement (IAAM) ACE’s Card project where participants design a “card” for their condition or community then donate it with a short bio so on and so forth. The cards are then sold like trading cards with all the proceeds going to Awareness and Wellness programs.
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  Well, I did it! And the web site is officially up! Whoop! Whoop! (If you scroll to the bottom, I’m #14. Also, if you click on any of the images, it’ll “pop up” a nifty window that shows you what’s written on the back of each card. Which is a totally amazing way to learn about other conditions and communities.) Plus, this is an ongoing project, so it’s never too late to get involved. *grin* (The info on how you can play with them is also on the web site!)
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  I may not be a Degas or a Van Gogh but my heart was in the right place and I’m doing something to give back. Which gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. And warm fuzzies are ALWAYS awesome!
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“…and Death”
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  (This is probably NOT what they had in mind with this particular prompt, but I’m doin’ it anyway.) I’ve mentioned my pet rooster Mr. Fuzzy, who lived in my basement. *deep sigh* The week before last Mr. Fuzzy passed away. We think his heart finally gave out.
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  My Fuzz had several health issues due to his previous owner giving him the wrong feed after hatching. (Yes, nutition is important for birdss too. Who knew!) He had chicken scoliosis resulting in an almost perfect C-shaped spine and one hip being higher than the other. He had a unique walk and was completely unable to defend himself around the other roosters.
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  He was also hatched in an incubator and never saw another chicken until he was almost two weeks old, when he was given to me. Since chickens imprint, the poor mixed-up dude thought he was a people and held a certain distrust of most other birds until the day he passed.
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  He was a total love-bug that resembled a HUGE feathered basketball and was the rooster-love of my life. My basement is so much dimmer and colder without his welcoming cluck-growl-purr thing he did whenever he saw us.
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Fun Fuzzy Facts:
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  Fuzzy went to High School! He attended two different schools, demonstrating the dangers of improper nutrition during the critical first weeks of life. He LOVED all the attention he received, strutting and crowing. It was too friggin’ cute!

Honey and Tiny attended school with Fuzzy.
Would this make them High School sweethearts?

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  Fuzzy had a thing for petite red heads. We introduced him to other chicks of his breed and size (Full sized Cochin) and he was completely unimpressed. His life-long companions were a cinnamon colored Bantam Cochin named Honey who was about ¼ his size and a downs syndrome chicken named Tiny. (Yep, chickens can have genetic abnormalities just like peoples.)
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  Even though he was a rooster, Fuzzy was wonderful at fostering babies. He’d sit on them to keep them warm and teach them where to find food and let them eat first. He even let them ride piggy-back! All this earned him the nick-name Papa Fuzz.


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