Chicken Wounds

While making my Store front on my blog, I came across a video Collin made of me cleaning up a chicken wound.

This chicken was attacked by another rooster. The hurt chickens name is Mache. Sounds kinda like maze and mange slurred together. It's the part of Dalmatian that says Mache. We had three roosters all at once. One named Doll. One named Mache. The final one damed Shun. I think, as Shun didn't live long.

Mache is our mascot of sorts and was the former picture on my blog header before I recently updated my blog.

SO, I thought it fitting to share more about him.

He has a life long home here. We won't be eating him. So much that he doesn't reside in the chicken coop. He lives in the goat barn. So, the other roosters won't attack him.

Here is the old old video of us trying to clean him up. Enjoy my goofy kids. Poor rooster, just remember he is all healed up now!

Piglet...

 

 

 

Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.

“Pooh?” he whispered.

 

“Yes, Piglet?”

 

“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand.

“I just wanted to be sure of you.”

 

― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

 

 

I am often like Piglet. Insecure. Scared. Wanting to be "sure" of those I love, that they love me, too.

 

I don't often speak that out loud. I keep it inside. I make jokes. I try not to get close to people, so I don't get hurt when they walk away.

 

I often have to remind myself that Pooh didn't walk away from Piglet. He stayed right there. Kindly guiding him.

 

God is my Pooh. I am His Piglet.

 

"So do not worry, because I am with you. Do not be afraid because I am your God. I will support you with my right hand that saves you." Isiah 41:10

 

That verse is on my wall above my computer. To remind me God is with me, always, just as Pooh is there for Piglet.

 

 

"We'll be friends forever won't we, Pooh?" said Piglet.

"Even longer," Pooh answered.

 

― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh



 

 

 

He said WHAT?!

My 11 year old Collin is such a ham.

I have been suffering with back and leg pain since Oct. 2011. Bulging disc in my low back. I've done Chiropractic and Physical Therapy. I started massage therapy yesterday.

When told I was going to therapy my dear son Collin says this...

"Mommy's getting therapy, the nightmare is over."

I'm sure it comes from some movie, as most of his antics do.

I'm also gonna ignore that the original version probably refers to mental health care.

He's my big joker. What can I say!?

COMING SOON!!!

Soon, YOU will be amazed at my ability to follow directions and ASK for HELP!

I am working on setting up a store front on my blog and possibly on my Facebook page!

This option will hopefully make it easier for you all to order my wonderful Goats Milk Soaps and stuffs.

WHAT??!! You didn't know I sold stuff?!

Yes, another reason I am opening a store front. :)

Don't worry this blog will still remain a fun loving place to come and read about my crazy life stories and recipes. :)

In the meantime, please ignore the mess while I am updating Ye Ole blog.

Humor in the Hard Times

I recently had a horrible day with my 15 year old, Corey. Concerning attitude and school work.

Lindsey comes home and I begin telling him what happened. This is the conversation that takes place when Corey begins to get upset about us talking about it.

Corey, "We've already dealt with this. My dad chewed me out." (Corey is Lindsey's stepson.)

Lindsey, "We aren't talking to you right now. We are having a parent teacher conference."

Corey rolls eyes and smirks and says, "My Dad already talked to my mom."

Lindsey, "I'm meeting with your teacher on behalf of your mother."

Of course we all laughed, since I am both his teacher and his mother.

100% Whole Wheat Waffles Recipe - using whey!

I only buy Whole wheat flour, then make my family deal with it when I make things.

I buy Prairie Gold 100% Whole wheat flour. But thinking of switching to a sprouted wheat flour. I've heard good things about that.

Here is my waffle recipe.

6 cups 100% whole wheat flour
1/4 honey
1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
3 1/2 cups whey (left over from cheese making or draining yogurt) or Fresh Raw Goats milk or milk product of your choice.
1 cup plus 2 TBS of melted coconut oil
4 Large eggs from free range hens.

          Combine all ingredients, in order listed, in a large mixing bowl. I use my Kitchen Aid mixer. Let batter rest while heating up the waffle maker.

Pour 1/4 cup of batter per waffle onto waffle maker. Or the amount your manufacture says. I use 2 cups of batter on my 4 waffle maker. Close the lid. Wait for the sound. Carefully remove waffles. Cool Slightly.

Cut with a pizza cutter. Top with your favorite waffle topping, ours is maple syrup or "chocolate frosting".

Enjoy!

Cackling...till I cry

Have you heard my laugh, err cackle? Seriously, click the link. Check it out. I cackle when I laugh.

Tonight, I cackled so hard I cried and cried.

I'm sure it won't be as funny to you as it was to me. But I was in just the right mood at the right time and bam...laughter.

So, here is my story. I'm probably writing this down more for my benefit than for yours. Using this ye old blog as a journal tonight.

I was having a really crappy day today. Complete with crying, loneliness, helpless, and pain. When Lindsey got home, I got dinner ready. All. By. Myself. I sat down to the table set for five. All. By. Myself. Despite having called for everyone to come to dinner.

I poured me a glass of Lindsey's Mountain Dew and was reminded of a good friend pointing out to me that I only "hit the dew" when I've had a bad day. Lindsey joined me at the table and started to dish up my plate. He mentioned that I was drinking the last of his Mountain Dew. To which I reply, "Then you should be asking me what's wrong, because I only drink your dew when I've had a bad day."

I had a serving spoon full of spaghetti. Spaghetti is the food I once threw a whole plate of against the wall, when I had a fit years and years ago. Lindsey bows his head and begins to say grace and it goes like this...

"Dearly Beloved."

He instantly looks over at me, surprised with himself.

Followed by 5 minutes of me Laughing uncontrollably. To. Tears. While he just sits there grinning ear to ear that he can make me laugh so hard. :-)

Then he calls for the kids to get there rear ends to the table so he can start this wedding.

Followed by more of my cackling.

Calling All Soap Loving Bloggers...

Do YOU blog? Do you just LOOOOVE soap?

I make Goats milk soap. You can see them here.

I would LOVE to send your blogging self a free bar of soap in exchange for an honest review of my soap on your blog. I would also like to send one of your readers a free bar of soap. So YOU get to do a giveaway!

SO, send me a link to your blog and facebook page and we can talk details. :)