Bad Chicken Mama

  I may have gone down a dark path with one of my hens, friends.

The deal is, one of my old girls has been so broody lately and I always feel bad taking her eggs

from beneath her, even though I remind her that, ummm, "honey, there's no rooster here, so ummm,

your eggs can't possibly be fertilized.  Do we need to have the birds and bees talk again?"

Apparently so.

But instead I did what any chicken Mom would do, I put a golf ball under her.

But now she won't leave her golf ball.  She sits on it day and night, day and night.

So now I am thinking I need to take it from her, because I'm basically lying to her.

I'm such a horrible mother!!

And look, even her friends won't tell her.  They just look at her like she's crazy.

Anyway, that's the latest drama going on here.

Everything else is just normal, mundane summertime stuff:

Have a great Tuesday, folks!

Gotcho Day, Gardening, and Extreme Wax Buildup

 Here's what's been happening in my little corner of paradise!


First off, we just celebrated Lucy's 6th Gotcha Day on Sunday (or as Isaiah calls it, Gotcho Day).  It's soooo hard to believe how fast time flies.  She's ours through and through, that's for sure!

  

Also...

My garden is well underway and is growing like crazy!  As are the weeds.  I put in a hearty half-hour hoeing and whatnot the other day and decided right then and there that I never would have survived the covered wagon days.  With every drip of sweat I kept telling myself that there are farmers' markets all around...who needs this!  And, this work was simply unnecessary!  And that vegetables are overrated!  Then I decided that hard work was good for me and I should shut up take my frustrations out on the weeds! 

So after that sweat-fest, I had to go to my paying job.  And as I was setting up for dinner at my very unique eating establishment where I work, my left ear started ringing and was plugged up something awful.  I had felt a bit of this the day before, but now it was really bad.  I texted K-Man and asked him to pray because there was simply no way I could work like that...and there was no way I could bail.  The minute he sent back a text saying he was praying, my ear popped and cleared and felt WONDERFUL again.  I was SO thankful for that!

Fast forward to the next day (Sunday), my ear was bad again and never got better.  I finally decided this morning (Tuesday) that I couldn't handle the discomfort anymore...and I was certain that my family was tired of me saying, "WHAT?  What did you say?  Did you say something?? Speak up, Sonny, I can't HEAR you!"  I got an appointment really quick, thankfully.  The doctor right away declared that I had some pretty massive earwax built up in my cranium.  (I was elated!  If there's two things I love, it's puss and wax!)  So the nurse got to work unplugging me.  And she oooohed and awwwwed at what she pulled out.  The biggest wad of wax she'd ever seen!  I've always been a bit of an overachiever, not to brag.  I felt INSTANT relief and I told her that she was my new bestest friend forever!  She laughed and told me I was so cute.  Then she flushed my ear with warm water and we're forever bonded from that special moment.  It was better than a spa treatment, it was.

I skipped away, paid my co-pay, which was THE BEST twenty bucks I have ever spent, and went merrily home.  And I'm here to tell you that I feel like a brand new woman. 

The End.


Wasn't that the most inspiring story you've ever heard??   I should say so.


I hope you have a fabulous Tuesday, folks!  And may your ears be forever cleared from extreme wax buildup. 

carrots and goggles

We had a most delightful weekend.

Father's Day started with breakfast in bed

for a much-deserving K-Man,

then pizza for lunch from his favorite pizza place...

then fried chicken for dinner!

We just went from one meal to the next.

That's how we roll.

And roll and roll and roll.

*****

Looky looky what I picked from my garden!

We've never before had any success with carrots in the past.

If only you could have seen the giddy smile on my face

when I started pulling these beauties out of the ground.

I was skipping around like a school girl.

And there's about 72 more to pull.

Wootie, woot woot!

And unrelated to carrots,

I couldn't resist showing you more goggle pics.

This poor child has no idea

what the real purpose of goggles are.

They are never securely on his eyes.

Yet he insists on wearing them.

Always.

I'm pretty sure he thinks they are for decoration only.

Or a flotation device.

Clearly.

That's all for now.

Have a great week!

spontaneous and reckless

So the other afternoon when K-Man and I went

to buy some plants for our garden and other things,

we noticed some ginormous

tomato plants.

Stood in awe, we did.

Because...our little tomato seedlings at home that we

planted about six weeks ago are...

a tad bit smaller, shall we say, in comparison.

We had to shake ourselves from

the hypnotic trance they had us in though,

and move on.

We made our purchase,

got in the car...

and before K-Man could even get the

key in the ignition he said,

"Let's go buy a couple of those tomato plants, want to?"

Me, thinking how unfrugal that was.

Paying all that money for one plant when

I could buy several packages of seeds,

which would, in theory, give me a gazillion

more tomatoes.

But, being that it was just my man and me,

I felt a rush of recklessness.

"Yes," I said.

"Let's go buy one...no, let's buy two."

It was a spontaneous and juvenile spending-spree.

I felt so naughty.

Here they are.

Yes, Isaiah is growling.

He's very manly that way.

And here, for your comparative entertainment,

are my seedlings.

They're very sad and pitiful.

But I have high hopes for them anyway.

I'm a glass-full kind of gal.

A seasoned gardener, I am not.

Well...I am, sort of.

:)