Due to technical difficulties and a lack of budget, the Company has recalled "Thanksgiving: Who's Better? (A Life, Love & Chooks Original Series)".

Life, Love & Chooks would like to apologize for this. Here's a word from the Author and Director and the King... and... setra.

"So what happened? Why didn't we release the Post Series? Because I lost interest in the project. And when I lose interest in a project, I cease to be interested in it. Anyway... The project was too hastily decided on by my Board of Directors (a.k.a. My half-operating brain). And so... I decided to nix the whole thing. But I still have a few words to say about Thanksgiving. Here they are:

Most countries celebrate some sort of Thanksgiving. Some call it Thanksgiving and others call it Erntedankfest. That's German for Thanksgiving... well... sort of. That's not a literal translation. Their celebration of Erntedankfest is more of a cultural religious celebration. It usually consists of a parade, a lot of church services, and they have a queen or something who gets a crown and all that. Thanksgiving in America is more of a time to get together with family, (if one has a family) and a time to go out to eat with a friend (if one does not have a family). Cool right? So yeah... That's what Thanksgiving is compared to Erntedankfest. They're different: One you can understand, the other's all in German.

Those are my thoughts on Thanksgiving."


Happy Thanksgiving!!


I'm Eddy Blakeston. Count your many blessings, or just... count the stars.

Thanksgiving: Who's Better? (A Life, Love & Chooks Original Series)

People all over the world partake joyfully in Thanksgiving festivities.

OR DO THEY?

Now that I've hooked you with a grand opening statement... We'll proceed with business.

Thanksgiving: Who's Better?

(A Life, Love & Chooks Original Series)

Welcome to "Thanksgiving: Who's Better?" --- (the most incredible Post Series ever to be written).

"Thanksgiving: Who's Better?" is Life, Love & Chooks' first Original Series to be released to the public! (Cool right?) The Series will consist of 8 original episodes (posts), authored by everybody's favorite blogger! (That's me!)

In this series I will endeavor to bring to an end all doubts concerning who is the most thankful country in the world. (So basically... Who's better).

The First Country we will cover is actually several countries.
After much debate and discussion the Board of Directors decided to split the Germanic Countries into three individual episodes: "In Germany", "Swiss Bliss", and "Austria: Their Thanksgiving".
(But I didn't like their decision so I overran it. Because I'm the president (no... make that the King) of this organization, and I can do that sort of thing).

So with out further ado...  Let the show begin!!!!

"Thanksgiving: Who's Better?" Episode 1 "Erntedank: The German Way"  (Only on Life, Love & Chooks). 

(Please Comment Below Publicly or Anonymously).

The Return

It was a cold November morning. I knew not the meaning, or to what my life was destined. I thought it would be over soon... (dramatic pause).

Hey folks! I'm back!
Isn't it grand?
And now, what fun we'll have!
Understand?

Something's going to happen,
Something really big,
"What is it?" you might wonder,
"A mouse? A chair? A wig?

The fact is true that might be told,
An ancient tale of grandeur old,
If you can guess just what it means,
Than speak up friend and be though bold.

Life is like a whirlpool,
How I do not know,
The facts of it can be so cruel,
Why I do not know.

Tho' separated from my blog,
For oh so long a time,
Now I have risen to the task,
To share my life in rhyme!

(chorus)

I'm Back!
Oh happy day, I'm Back!
Be not fearful I will leave,
I've returned so do not grieve!

I'm Eddy Blakeston. Remember me? I'm back now. 

About Quality Cars

Hey Readers! I'm back!

Sorry to have kept you all waiting so long for a post. I've been busy.

This post is about cars, and what you should look for in a car you intend to purchase.

Here are a few examples of cars you don't want to buy:

This one- no good.

This two - nope.

When buying a car, the most important thing (after checking the tires and the gas mileage), is to make sure it drives. Those cars I just showed you,  will most likely not drive. So try and find something that will.

Ford Taurus - yup.

So yeah... I hope this post will help you when you need to buy a car. Buy a car that drives. That's just a really good principal to go by when selecting a vehicle for purchase.

Have a good one. Be cool. Don't buy a car at a junk yard.

I'm Eddy Blakeston (or am I?)

My Fat Fat Finger (An Epic Poem)

T'was an old rainy day,

On the seventh of September,

T'was the day when my finger,

Nearly got dismembered.

It was epic on that night,

When I knocked that frisbee under.
My hand it smashed into the ground,
And the pain did start like thunder.

The pain began to surge,

As the players stared in wonder.

"How does he do it?"
They said to one another,
"Does he have some sort of secret?
Or some sort of expertise?"
I calmly smiled down at them and said
"Noblesse Oblige."

"Of course I have a secret,
And also expertise!
But then again I'm humble,
And do so as I please."

Then they asked me something else,
Which slipped right through my head,
It made no contact with my brain,
So I just bowed and said...

(chorus)
There's a little pain in everybody's life,
But there's much to gain in every passing strife,
So don't give up and keep on while I linger,
To tell you all about my fat, fat finger.

(musical interlude)

My teammates flocked around me,
They showered me with praise.
My hand was quite sore from the play,
But pain did not me phase. 

I bravely met each teammate's hand,
With one warm clap from mine,
But then I saw the truth,
As I reached the end of line.

My hand it was as red as blood,
My fingers filled with pain,
I strove to make the aching cease,
But the throbbing still remained.

And now the saddest part of all,
I played again that night,
But since my left hand was quite swelled,
I used naught but my right.
It did not make all that much difference,
But I admit that I,
Was just a little frightened,
That my fingers- they might die.

It was my middle finger,
On my poor old left hand sad,
It swelled up like a great balloon,
And made my nerves quite mad.
So when I finally reached my home,
I wrapped it up in ice,
I wrote a post one-handed,
And I clamped it in a vice.

That last line was of course a joke,
I did not clamp my finger,
Instead I put myself to bed,
And slept there with my finger.

This all seems strange to you I think,
But it happened in September,
And now if you'd but lend your ear,
I think you would remember.

(chorus 2)
That there's a little pain in everybody's life,
But there's much to gain in every passing strife,
So don't give up and keep on while I linger,
To tell you all about my fat fat finger.

Life Is Great (Depends On How You Look At It)

Those are my fingers. See the one in the middle. It is fat.

Hey Folks!

You may wonder why my one middle finger is fat. That's why I'm writing this post- to tell you.

So, my life was going just fine: I had finished a great day of work. Great. I got to go play frisbee. Great. I felt (and played) really good. Greater. I made a really great hand block. Greatest. When I made the hand block my hand crashed into the ground causing one of my fingers to feel as if it was broken... Ouch. 

So yeah!  I either jammed my finger or I broke it. Isn't that awesome?:) But hey! Life is great, 'cause I still got ten fingers. What more could one ask for?

I'm Eddy Blakeston.

My finger's broken.

I want my nookie...

Life's Great!

(And I wrote this whole post one-handed!)

LEONARD

Leonard was a mouse. And always had been one as far as he could remember, (which wasn't long). He was not any different than most mice, save the fact that his name was... well- Leonard. He like most other mice lived right in the midst of a great war. Not the Great War, but a great war. This war raged on day and night, never ceasing. It was, as you have probably guessed, a war between Leonard's family and the family of Farm Cats. Yes- Leonard lived on a farm.

He'd lived in the old mouse hole in the old farmhouse his entire life, from the time he was born in fact. The mouse hole in which he lived had been in his family for generations. Nearly three hundred generations had lived in that hole before Leonard, and many more generations will live in it in years to come most likely.

As I said before... Leonard was a mouse; which meant one thing- it meant that he was a mouse. Plain and simple. And now that you are introduced to our principal character, I will begin the story. Don't worry; I will introduce the other characters in the story as I progress. Now to begin!

It was a clear, crisp November morning... Just kidding. It was actually a very hot, humid afternoon in the middle of September. (The first beginning was too picturesque and typical). So anyway...

It was a hot, grimy, humid afternoon near the beginning of September. The leaves had not yet begun to fall. The corn was just starting to turn brown, as the moisture slowly escaped into the over-moist atmosphere. Pumpkins were soon to be harvested. (I assume so anyway... I have absolutely no knowledge of pumpkin farming, it just sounds right). The day was so sweltering that even the ducks had no wish to leave the shade of their barn to swim in the pond.

It was on this day, that poor Leonard's adventures began. (Remember, Leonard was a mouse). He had just finished his lunch of corn and- corn.
Patting his chubby, little stomach, Leonard sat back against the wall of the barn and heaved a great sigh of relief. He burped a bit too, but we'll talk less of that. They were teeny burps anyway, because he was a mouse, and mice by nature are teeny.

After he had finished performing the afore-mentioned activities, he stood up and traipsed through the barn door and outside into the great, sweaty heat. Brushing a bead of sweat from his forehead, he said to himself, "It is so hot out here."

This brilliant observation, I hope you have already gathered, was correct.

Poor, little Leonard. (Note I call him poor, little Leonard. Emphasis on the "poor", which suggests that something unpleasant is about to happen to him).

What is that unpleasant thing which is about to happen to him? I haven't decided yet, so I guess I'll tell you another time.

Hang in there people. Let me know what you think, and yeah...

I'm cool.

I'm me.

I'm Eddy Blakeston.

A Little About Weddings

As you all know already from reading my last post, I went to a wedding on Sunday. Not only did I go, but I was one of two Filmer's, lending our talents to capture that very special occasion for the bride and groom.

But about weddings... It was super fun filming the ceremony. We had two cameras and a gopro set up in different places, and then I had a fourth camera that I filmed some clips with. I was up on the balcony, which was awesome. No one down below could get in my way. They would have had to be Goliath plus three of him to get in my way. But even then, they probably would have made him sit in the back, because he would have blocked everyone else's lines of visions. So yeah... But thankfully Goliath plus three was not there, and the video footage that we got was quite satisfactory. The last two times I've filmed a wedding I only had one camera, so I didn't have any backup footage to fall back on when I made a mistake. It was amazing.

But to say a little more about weddings... Weddings in general are a bit too long for me in any case. I soon get bored. Yeah... 'Tis the truth.

And so there is a very boring post. Hope you enjoyed it. Hope you were bored. Hope you come again. Hope I lose my socks. Hope you don't forget. Hope I leave an impression. Hope you don't regret. Hope I can remember. Hope you don't hold it against yourself. :l

I'm Eddy Blakeston.

Be good today.

One Would Think Wouldn't One? (If It Was Worth The Trouble That Is)

Hey Persons!

Another day in the books! What books is the day in, and how can one day fit in several books? I-dunno. But that's how it works. People have accepted the fact for years that one day can fit in multiple books. That's how it works folks. :) 

But what am I writing about? This I do not know. Today I went to a wedding rehearsal. Cool. Tomorrow I'm going to a wedding. Cool. Monday I go to a men's party, (Could be guns). Cool. Tuesday I chill. Cool. (Literally). Wensday I go to Work. . . . . Cool. Thursday I go to eye-doctor. Eye-doctor look at my eyes. She tell me eyes no good. Me need contact. Me need glasses on eyes. . . . Cool! Friday I go to work. Cool enough I guess. Saturday I go to work again. Getting really not cool now. Then Sunday comes, and I'm getting married. My family knows it not yet, but in between all the hubbaloo of my hudmdrudm life, I'm going to meet a girl on Tuesday. Date her Wensday night. Ask for her hand on Saturday night, and if she agrees to give it to me, then I'll marry her Sunday. Cool. 

💕(This post was sponsored by and funded by the EBLPAWS (Eddy Blakeston Love Post Association of Willow Street).

So yeah... There's a post on love. By me. Myself. Nobody but-

Eddy Blakeston. 

Sleep well tonight.

Another Day Is Done; Now We're Ready For Some Fun!

Hey people! How are your lives? Mine are great, thanks. 

Just completed a complete day working at market! (Note I said a complete day of market, not an incomplete day. Just note that). It was a busy day today and I was ready to get home. Not because I didn't want to work, but because I wanted to not work. (Just thought I'd clarify about that). So yeah! Enough on that... I worked... I rocked... I cool. 

An example of how cool I look. (It was a long day, so cut me some slack).

So what now? I really couldn't say. What do you want to hear? Alright... I'll say something funny. 

JOKES WITH EDDY

So this guy named Bob woke up one morning and felt really tired. He trudged downstairs where his brother Ned was preparing for work. 

Said Bob to Ned, "I feel so tired."

Said Ned to Bob, "Why." 

At this question, Bob thought for a minute. 

THE END

[I just thought that was funny. What did you think? Feel free to leave a comment. Feel free to tell me what you thought of it, as long as it's not negative. That would hurt my feelings. (Just kidding)].

Talk to you another time. Keep hangin' in there readers! I will have a SUPER-POST out very soon. "What's a SUPER-POST?" you may ask, and I will reply- "That's cute. Have a good night. 'Cause I'm-"

Eddy Blakeston

Something About Life

Good evening, good and faithful readers!

Today is another day! (Duh).

You may ask me why I am writing this post, and I would have to tell you- "There really isn't any reason I guess. I was just thinking I should probably."

After all, I don't want you to get depressed and low down, because I have not been giving you amazing stuff to read. :) So this is just to let you know that I'm still in business. So yeah...

I want to say something about life. I told you the other day that life was good (which it is), but I wanted to say something about the not-so-amazing aspects of life. For although life is good, it is also hard at times, especially when life gets super busy and  hectic.

That's me when life gets super busy and hectic. (I know; the hair still looks awesome).

So for example... This last week I started working back at the market that I used to work at. It was fun. I'm going to be working on Wednesdays (Translated: Wensdays), and Fridays. It's amazing, 'cause it's the first time money has really been coming in for a while. And I like money to come in. Money makes me feel... richer. So anyhoo...
It's also great having a job, because I was becoming quite the lazy bum over this past summer, and it's not good to be a lazy bum, because lazy bums are bums... and they're lazy too.
So the job's been good.

So yeah. Good talking again. I'll see you for my next post. Be there.

I'm Eddy Blakeston

Life Is Good

Hey folks. I know I posted an amazing post earlier about my amazing life, but I thought I would share some more of my amazingness with you (if you can take any more). Anyhoosie...

So life... It's good. Do you want to know why? I'll tell you. 

So first off... This past Thursday I went to the eye-doctor to get a new glasses prescription.

That's me. And my glasses. (You like my hair don't you? Everyone does).

So anyway... I got a prescription, and then I got a prescription for contacts as well. I wasn't planning on getting contacts, but I got them. It took me forever to get the contacts onto my eyeballs. Then I wore them for a bit. And then they made me take the contacts back off my eyeballs, which took another forever. Anyway... 

So I got home later and was like- "I don't even want contacts."

So I didn't wear them at all. Then today (or yesterday now), I had decided to give my contacts a try. So I said- "Contacts, I have decided to give you a try."

So I went to give them a try, but couldn't find them. After looking everywhere, we finally came to the conclusion that we had left them at the eye-doctor, so that was cool. 

Then in the evening I went to the park with a few of my brothers to film a scene for the movie we're working on. We started filming in a bunch of really long grass. Well, long story short; while filming, I had my brother run through that long grass. In the process he stepped on some sort of nest. And it was a yellow jackets nest. You get the idea. He got six stings. I got four stings. We all got trauma.

So yeah... Lost my contacts, got stung by hornets. And I lost my nookie when I was two! 

Life Is Good. :)

'Cause I'm Eddy Blakeston. Have a good night. 

A REASON TO LIVE ON: Confessions of a Former Nookie-Sucker

When I was two, I loved my nookie. I wouldn't go anywhere without it. It gave me a sense of purpose and my life a special meaning when I had that nookie in my mouth. Life was as good as it could be. But not for long. I had no idea that those happy times were soon to come to an end.

Monday morning, the 31st of November. I had just woken up, ready to take on whatever life was to throw at me that day. Waking up, I called for someone to come and take me out of my crib. Back then I used the form of communication called- "Waaah".... It worked well.

That particular morning, it was my sister Jean who came into my room to get me up. She was generally a kind-hearted girl, but that morning she did something cruel and unkind.

On picking me up, she said what most sisters say to their little brother who just woke up from a nap.

"Oh Eddy, you're soooo cute!"

(Don't get me wrong. That was not the cruel and unkind something).
She kissed me on the cheek. She kissed me on the cheek. And she kissed me on the cheek again. I never understood it, but everyone I met seemed to have this thing about kissing my cheeks.

To return to the story...

Jean picked me up. She started carrying me toward the door.

And then it hit me. My mouth had nothing in it. (Save the usuals: teeth, tongue, throat, and saliva).

My nookie was not in it!

I cried desperately. I desperately cried. Desperately I cried. Cried I desperately. Cried desperately I. (You get the picture).

I looked around for my nookie, but it was nowhere in sight. It was gone! They had taken it away from me.

My dear mother explained to me that my nookie was gone. Never to return. I was sad. Sad was I. (Never mind).

And to this day, I still understand not why they took my nook from me.

The End.


(For your information, the story above is not strictly true in every aspect. It was however, based on true events, for I was in truth a Nookie-addict when I was a very small child, and I am no longer sucking on one, so I assume they took it away from me at some point. Jean is real, but that is not her actual name. So yeah... Look for more autobiographical works from me in the future.)

I'm Eddy Blakeston.

Welcome To My Blog

Hello to everyone lucky enough/fortunate enough to be reading this post right now! To start us off, I'd like to explain a little about myself and about the purport of this blog.

First- About Myself: I am a person. I am between 6 and 90 years old. I like to do things. And last but not least... I'm really cool. (Now before you start talking to yourselves about how conceited I am, I want you to know, that I have a very sarcastic and often dry sense of humor). So if my humor turns you off at first, I understand. But please don't give up on me, 'cause I'm like a tree planted in a pot, and then placed upon your head... I grow on you. :)

Now you may be wondering to yourself (or to someone else for that matter), what this blog is about. I'll tell you what it's about.


It's about Life.

"LIFE"

It's about Love. 

💕

"LOVE"

And it's about Chooks. 

"CHOOKS"

And now you might ask me what all that means. And I'll tell you... some other time of course. :)

It's been good spending time with me. See you next time!

I'm Eddy Blakeston.