So I killed a chicken....

This is about working my way country right. I bout 17 chicken for $90 great deal! My roos are happy. Im no long over ran by horney males and unwilling pullets.  Its to hold me over till I can start get some layers. Quiet possibly make some egg-stra (like the play on words) doe selling eggs.  But right away one had Egg Peritonitis so bad its rear was hairless and swollen out. In doing research. Finding I couldnt save it.  And my son wanting to be a scientist we killed and disected it.

I couldn't bare wringing the neck. I wanted to do it a humane way...but *ashamed* I drowned it.  I used this as a learning experience for my son. I told him it really wasnt the best way to kill a chicken. It wasnt humane. It was just the only way I could do it. But the chicken was suffering.   He still wants to wring a RIR chickens neck....

So....in skinning the chicken I was able to show muscle and fat and we plucked a few feathers.....amazingly....now I think about it once the chicken was dead....minus skinning it....it wasnt much diffrent then pulling stuff out of store bought chicken except its cleaner lol.

So I opened up the buldging butt....and was kinda upset at first thinking maybe I killed it for no reason. I saw what I thought was fat. I continue pulling it out and it registered it was partially cooked egg yolk. It filled her insides and was causing the buldging of her rear.  I found her intestants,  her liver, and then my hand hit blood sqwishy warm not like the yolk and I found the rest of the organs....including the one lung that was yolk engulfed.

Now I am parinoid about the others.

But for another day....I am trying booby-bating again wish me luck!

I know I know I need to write write write!

Playing catchup.  Its been 6 weeks since I fractured my foot (the 5th metatarsal)  on days I am more active the nights are tough. Doing the simplest things are tough. Like walking. I missed walking. I miss walking barefooted without accidentally stepping wrong causing pains.... I miss being active and sweating and seeing a decline in numbers on the scale. And if I dont do something soon I will start gaining.....due to boredom.  I missed out on 10lbs of weight loss. So now instead of hoping to be in the 210-19.....I pray to be close to 225. And since I will be starting completely from scratch my theory is I can lose a good bit in a short time (I think my last start off was 13lbs in 3 weeks before it slowed to 3 then 2 lbs a week....I hope. Need to work out)

Chickens.....float. 3 naked necks 6 chicks with momma and roo sleep on the cat tree in the house. Roo.....needs to go back out cock a doodle dooing in the wee hours. But he is in for the fact im trying to detalon and its easier to catch him their.  My momma hen is finally laying DAILY again. And as m6ch as Id like to be ontop of things I am behind on my chicken business.

We are getting a free goat....just have to fence in yard first.  The cat miss carried her kittens....the bunny can jump out the hutch (which is crazy we were blaming our youngest for letting it out....but I guess not) and we have a dog temporarily till we can find it a home.

We visited some friends a few weeks back.....I got a koi fish tattoo. My left leg is dedicated to the beach and ocean....

But she has a beautiful roo....a porcelain d'uccle.....so I am bringing her my d'uccle to get that blue hue!

Oh I have a new job working at a hotel.  I have a buyer with a house UC .... and I just lost my mind...... I dont remember what else I wanted to write.

Full schedule

Man let me tell you. I have a hud contract to deal with. Kinda scary havent done one in 4 years. Pain in the butt. And now this new job. Its been forever since I been on a computer doing data entry. God I hope by some miracle I just get better today. Its unpaid training :( gotta study notes today.  Well wish me luck

Weekend away

It was so much needed. I wish I got more pictures. But my family vacation was really them getting away. The kids played with othet kids ran through the woods. Chased chickens. Yelled. Played. Had home made pizza and wings. Stayed up late. Wish I could say slept in. Went camping.....though all the older ones ended up inside so I went and slept with the youngens. Then came home with chiggers and seed tickd in places where the sun dont shine.

The adults sipped on beer and talked of the good old days.....I sipped to much much needed wine after a very nerve wrecking week and fell out.  But then again im usually tired. I got a cute tattoo. And while the grownups were reminiscing, having bottle rocket war and kids were playing ....I worked.

So Monday came and I DIDNT MENTION BUT I GOT A NEW JOB!!!!!!! Its minimum wage. But full time. Meaning secure income. I have so many plans! Selling houses. Chicken stuff......oh the work I did all weekend was a hud bid. And I got aj accepted contract! Eeeeee

Oh and my friends little boy insisted on putting the sticks from the rockets in the vase so I made flowers!

Now and then

Freaked out today realizing that 40 is 10 yrs away. I remembered being young and thinking 40 is old! And im almost there. My image of a 40yr old isnt what I am.  Almost 40 and my kids and their friends think of me thd way I thought of adults except adults today havd electronics that they didnt have then....so some of us spend alot of time on computers tablets phones and game systems..... I can only the example im setting for my children.

Even now I sit on the couch eating gelato and blogging on the tablet.  Husband is on Facebook across from me on the phone. Flat screen playing a movie we are able to get from the play station.....then it gets all technical. 

At one time we got free local channels.  But now you cant really get a basic package. 
Once when we paid for internet it was unlimited. But condtantly they find ways to charge more.
I remember walking in the young teen section. I was flabbergasted to find training bras were now badded! REALLY!
I remember fishing, catching frogs, swimming,  truth or dares, riding bikes, romping the hood.

My kids all summer "can we play the game" 15578754422 a day the fighting.  Bye bye games. Go play
We have chickens go chase them. Stop bringing them inside! Jump on the trampoline. Play with your brother.....can you please stop fighting.  "Mommy he did this,  he wont play my game my rules...." 

So and so say sorry. And why cant you just play?

Blah kids the center of my universe.  Keep me young but wear me out!

I really what the boys see when they see me. I dont feel old. And I know I dont look old.

Ii just know even at 18 10 yrs was to much older (she wanted someone to take care of me) now 10 years isnt bad. And 70 is the new 50.
Enough rambling.....

Well...surprisingly I worked real hard in the past to do other things with the boys. This year was harder for us.  Most pictures instead of game time is family days.  I miss the days I tried harder.

The tooth fairy forgot to come last night....im calling in a complaint with her supervisor!

Doctors knows best my butt!

Sprained my ankle and it continues to hurt.  I had taken a step of the last stair the day after I got off evil zoloft. I must have rolled my foot and POP! It was an excruciating pain. Went to the ER (am I pregnant OF COURSE NOT!) Xray 1... I question why they didnt exray from the top. But no all they thought was sprain. Didnt even wrap it.  4 days later saw pcp told her the pain was worse.  There was throbbing but why would my foot hurt. (Sign OF COURSE IM NOT PREGNANT) Xray 2 still come to find out they only check my ankle.    2 weeks later went to a specialist and 3rd xray (4rth counting oral check up) this month! And finally some answers a fracture.  My first.  I feel stupid for getting the boot for something so small but....it feels soo much better. I walk alot.

Buuuuuuuuut after all those xray I realized.  I am with baby....chick in the booby-bator!  It's been radiated. 3 times over.

Thats not the worst of it. I vow I will never touch booby-bating eggs again. No candling once they are in they stay because I have cracked 2 trying to get them back in the sock and....the last one....either was radiated to death (but unlikely when it still had 2 weeks of growth)

So either baby chick is sleeping.....or falling from my bra, down my shirt, and uncracked on the floor......might have caused some shaken baby syndrome.....and I have failed at egg 3.

The more it doesn't work the more I want to do it, I will hatch a booby baby.   Name it hooters. Or knocker.  Or something....

Well early night!

Did a check on the eggs.....I'm not sure any are any good. ='-(   I dropped one and looks to mee that they got cooked early on. I was warned incubator from HELLo.  oh well im still learning

Chicken Fried

Over the past few days I have been working on learning about  chicken related things. Like shipping eggs or live poultry.  About my extreme frizzle and next years breeding should be 100% frizzle.  I've been expanding my idea on when we do sell. To sell aprons and mats  tshirts ect.

ijust have loads of ideas I can only take one step at a time because honestly I have no idea what I'm doing.  Besides researching Cream Legbar I have to create another blog.and figue out and creat and use printerest.

my booby eggs are down to one strong one, and im hating the incubator from hell.  And really I must head to bed!

Opportunity

Some doors open some close. Sometimes the timing is perfect.  Maybe not and you have to choose to make the time for what you want.  I have so many doors opening for me I must take a moment and organize my priorities. Because I really feel I have big some big opportunities ahead of me and I can either grab the bull by the horns. Or let my anxiety, depression, lack of motivation,  lack of self worth hold me back.

It's sad when a possible door closes because of something stupid. The elderly man I work with got a letter in the mail saying since his wife died he no longer qualified for whatever discount and owes 4735 back pay and will have to pay 590 a month for my service! HE IS LEGALLY BLIND HE ONLY MAKES 1300 A MONTH.   So....there will go my reliable income and I must push harder with the things that make me happy.

As I am in the very early stages of being a chicken seller and breeder. I get to market and make profit off someone else. And eventually breed and sell my own.

All while being a license real estate agent with potential leads I have to prepare for next week ei ei ei

Ontop of everything after getting over 2 weeks of bad experience with zoloft and 2 weeks of sprained ankle and staying in a particular weight range the scale finally budged! 3lbs away from 40lbs.  And that actually sounds like a big number!

Finding ones self

So my mother has these cream legbar chicks for sale. Someone wants to meet halfway and I said I wouldn't mind. Just charge extra. But she was concerned about my time. My gas. The wear on my car. She didn't wan me losing money. In response:

I cost you more money then im losing .....im not worried about it I am just having fun because all of this has opened up all new doors for me. Its something I wanted like those people with weightloss blogs. People that have followers. Just something was missing. And in a sence everything I love is coming together in one place.
I'm important to someone (ofcourse to my family) but the man I care for.
I get to spend time with my family that I hadn't in years
(Still getting over rather being home then meeting with people but im thinking thats a weight issue)
I know I like to sell stuff/help people find things
Think outside the box
I love animals all of them even the creepy crawlies
I love babies and the birthing/pregnancy/beauty of it
I love the personality of the animals
I love I have something to aim for
I love that it made me look for others like me and I have a new friend
I love that there is no anxiety asking join my group. And its growing
I love that now I have a blog.....and ....my contacts are getting larger.
I love that some where in all this I am able to balance a passion and make it my own.
I am not limited to selling houses.

And that right there is why I am working my way country.

Booby-Bation

Well I was googling incubating eggs without an incubator.  I thought maybe under a heat lamp. And I come across people putting them in their bras! I thought it was comical.  But one girl hatch 4 out of 6! Not bad.

I really wanted an incubator (or way more chickens) because having a broody hen takes away from egg laying for quite some time. But thankfully a lovely friend.....friend right? This isn't one of those incubators in reality you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.   *glares*  she did warn me. AND nicely gave me 8 eggs for a 7 egg incubator.

SEVEN EGG INCUBATOR FOR 8 OVER SIZED EGGS! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE EXTRA EGG!?!?!

*looks down*

I did

Boy that incubator from HELLo took some fighting and rigging the first week....and unfortunately during some adjusting of the booby-bator I sadly crushed the egg :-(

By the end of the week I'm finally a pro at rigging this not so HELLoISH incubator.....and all is fine. Minus candling the dark eggs look nothing like candling my first almost white batch so I thought they were duds.

Anywho went by my parents house last friday.  They have chickens too.  Infact they have I guess they are kinda rare cause they are expensive Cream Legbar Chicken. They happen to pull two eggs out the box while I was there and I was all "can I have them I'm going to put them in my bra" LMAO I'm sure they thought I was nuts!

I candled them and they are doing great! Unfortunately I had to preform emergency surgery on one when I poked too hard putting it back in the sock.  I used candle wax to seal the cracks. Then I used this clear expensive water/dirt proof bandaid thing (I got to keep water from getting in where the doc glued my sons busted chin)

These eggs gave me hope for the dark ones.

But yes yes I do stuff my bra.

Introduction to the Family

The Dude* of Duck Dynasty or Jeff Bridges from The Big Labouski (sp)Look a like aka my husband and the father to my 3 wonderful boys.  We have been married for 8 years on August 19. We have had out ups and downs.  But who hasn't? In the end he loves me for me :-) 

My oldest (Sky*)son born October 13 and almost 10. Thinks he's the boss. But that comes with the territory right! He has it all. He is naturally smart, athletic, and a little cutie....just short. Big things come in small packages.  He excells at everything and he is genuinely a good person/brother....but ofcourse he also picks on his brothers and is starting to push buttons.

My middle son JJ* born January 8 will be 8 this year. He is my shy, sweet, sensitive boy. I would say quiet but he is full of questions.  He has dimples that melt your heart. And sience will be his thing....maybe a vet? He is the professional chicken catcher at our house. He is definitely not the risk taker but he is different.  He likes raw tomatoes and loves hot sauce!

Leaves me with the youngest 1 year younger born January 18 Cash*. He is that one kid if you had first you wouldn't have had any other. Or how about a double dose of "one day I hope you have a kid like you"  Wouldn't trade him for the world though.  He breaks and destroy everything. Cuts his hair all the time (that one time you just forget to put siccors or clippers away) He is always loud...sometimes he forgets to sleep. Sitting still is not in his dictionary and he has gotten hurt loads of times. He's the baby so he whines alot gets his brothers in trouble but makes thes fascinating stories.....I could probably make a blog about just him and have you on the edge of your seat. Crazy youngen

And me...Tamie just turned 30 March 17th. I have bipolar.  But Its the depression and anxiety that get me. I'm overweight and overwhelmed but the meds help. ;-) I always wanted a little girl....but I love my boys. I do private duty taking care of elderly.  I'm trying to get to the point I can work real estate more freely.  But at the same time I want to be home....and independent....I havent figured out what I want yet. I'm a tomboy at heart. I love exploring to see what I can find (infact I recently caught a snake. And brought home a huge beetle)  But in February I got my first batch of chicks and march another ....then april 2 laying hen 1 roo and June I got 16 more. I THOUGHT they would be older but were younger then what I already had....But some where along the way I fell in love. I found a whole community of people with the same love. Its helped me relieve stress. And loss weight. (How cause I go out several times a day. Sometimes even chasing them) We want 2 goats one day. But for now I am thankful for where the chicken has led me.

First I wanted to find other people close by so I made a face book page. Its not big....but its something and ive made friends. And one friend encouraged me to blog.  Lol but this is just the introduction ....im sure when I get to what she wants me to blog about you will flip!

Oh cant forget the rest of the family. I added a polish roo. 3 naked neck chicks one momma hatched some babies down to 7.....41 chicken.  A cat we think is pregnant.  A bunny. And some tadpoles growing legs.   Oh 7 eggs in an incubator and........2 eggs incubating by booby. <~~~thats what she wants me to blog about lol

Just the beginning of not so normal

Welcome to the world of living life on a dime.  When the country love takes you by suprise....and your life could be the center of the next Jeff Foxworthy joke.

 I find myself always taking care of things. My husband (who by the way not only has an obsession but looks like he could be related to the infamous cast of Duck Dynasty with sleeves of tattoos) 3 wild rugrats (boys) who prefer to be shirtless and loud. I do private duty work to take care of the elderly (think he has a crush) ontop of all that I am working in real estate (where it takes money to makes money).   We always help people in need...doesn't always turn out well. My philosophy karma....and one day we will be blessed.

Speaking of blessed and a love by suprise.  CHICKENS I love them . I can sit for hours and watch them. They are more then just livestock they are my pets. They bring me piece. They have contributed to me losing 30lbs! We have a cat and a rabbit....some ducks....some tadpoles and one day we want goats.

The only problem is my bills are more than I make. And getting animal food (they are eating more lately) ive had to borrow from Paul to pay Peter. Hence Working My Way Country But really I am a tomboy at heart. If its slimy. Jumps. Flies. Crawls. Makes girls scream. Has 4 legs no legs 2 legs 8 legs A shell. I dont care what it is I am all over it. I want to catch it. Research it. Call me crazy.

We cashed in husbands life insurance policy. That will keep us good a few months. I have 2 buyers in real estate so if those close it will open more doors. Help with the confidence since its been a while. And what I really want to do is breed frizzles. Polish frizzles. Sizzles. Silkies. Brahmas. Well....I didnt realize that many lol and sell...

So sit back. Get some popcorn. It's time to enjoy the craziness of my life....and I do mean crazy.