Chewing the Cud: Daddy and His Little Girl

Mooooving Right Along

Chewing the Cud. At first I'm reminded of a cow standing in a field chomping and drooling when I hear that phrase. Even so, for some reason I have a small love affair with the black and white bovine. You will find a clock and cell phone cradle that moo in my home, along with an assortment of holstein items. I don't remember how that collection was started, but it makes me happy looking at each piece and hearing the cell phone cradle moo when someone gets water from our refrigerator door. (That's another story.)

Chewing the cud is also an old phrase that means "rehashing", "pon-dering" or "talking". "The first recorded use of it in the allusive 'chatting' sense is in Henry Fielding's The History of Tom Jones, 1749", according to The Phrase Finder.

As cows make me smile, they also have that yucky chewing the cud thing going on. So it goes with my life. There are people, situations and days in my life that I love and really make me smile. There are also people, situations and days in my life that I'd like to chew up and spit out.

My blog version of chewing the cud is more along the pondering sense of the phrase. So you may see posts here that will put a smile on your face, but you will also see posts that you might not agree with and that irritate you. That's OK. I just wanted to let you know that this is not your "Everything's Coming Up Roses" kind of blog. This is more your "Some Days Are Stone" kind of blog. If you're OK with that, then read on and welcome to Chewing the Cud.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Daddy and His Little Girl

This is my son. He's in the middle of a divorce and only gets to see his daughter one night and two days out of a week's time. That's all I need to say about this photo.

Mooooving Right Along

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What You've Missed

About Me

The Neighbor's Pasture

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Daddy and His Little Girl

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