Chickens

A friend of mine asked me to help him out with holding some chickens yesterday so he and his friend could determine which ones go to the slaughter house. I call it the slaughter house but in reality it's just an area between the two chicken houses. I thought since his wife and kids are away and he had so many chicken that me and the kids could go help him out. It was actually quite interesting. I didn't mind the holding part. But then it came time to "whack" them. Now I think there is a humane way to kill a chicken and an inhumane way to kill a chicken. Of course him being a man and all, he thinks that hitting chickens with a PVC pipe or a golf club is OK. I didn't have any part in killing the chicken. However, I did help him clean his chickens. Hey I felt sorry for the man. I thought that he would be there for hours if I didn't help. It was no different to me then skinning a chicken in the store. The only difference is these chickens are warm and still have intestines. I had some pictures taken to prove that I actually took part in this gory act.

Friends

I just had to write this down tonight...I have the greatest friends. When I was in high shcool I a really great set of friends that I went to church with. We hung out all the time. But when I joined the Navy I lost touch with all those friends. I made some new ones at my duty station, but I didn't really fit in with most. The girls were either single with no kids or married, in their 30's with kids. Here I was just 19 and felt like I didn't belong. I am so glad that I moved to this small town. The church that I belong to has the most amazing people in it. I want to just say thank you for all that you do for me. Thank you for all of the laughs. And last but not least, thanks for accepting me even when I get thrown on the floor several times. I really hope one day I can return the favor without taking ten minutes to do it.

Hello...Get a Job!

I can't figure out how some people CHOOSE to live a certain way and then complain how they don't have the money for things that they NEED. Why when they have a large sum of money use it to buy video games or cell phones for the whole family and pay for unlimited texting. That texting thing drives me crazy. I mean I like to text every once in a while, but come on...when you are in the same room as somebody that you can speak to, there's no need to text. It drives me crazy. But as I was saying earlier, I can't figure out how people complain they don't get enough food stamps from the government or not enough disability and yet find the money to buy that newest video game system. And what is with this generation of people that are over the age of 18 and still live with their parents? When I turned 18, I couldn't wait to get out on my own. Now I think going to college and living with your parents to save some money is ok. But if you are 22 and live with your parents and don't work? Come on! My son is going to be 20 when he graduates from high school, but he still has no plans for his future. Honestly, if he would actually try and bring his grades up, he could attend community college. He could get a job and buy a cheap car. I know this one family where the 21 year old kid is the only one in the house that is working. The family lives on disability and child support. Hmmm. Makes you wonder sometimes.

Enough

Well, I haven't written in awhile mainly because I refuse to damper anyone's spirits by reading the negativity that I have to write. My husband has been home for a few weeks now waiting to go to the corrections academy to train to be a correctional officer. I know that I am not patient and I know I can be irritating, but sometimes I just have a limit. I feel that since my husband is home he should do some of the chores around the house. Now to be fair, he did vacuum the living room and dining room and washed the windows ONCE. I feel that he should ask me if I need help. Instead, the tv is on or the computer game is on. I really don't mind him watching tv or playing on the computer in moderation. I do those things too. But I seem to be the only one who does the majority of the cleaning. I just wish I could have a little support. When I clean, like the tv off and the radio on. I have always liked it that way. But somehow when I am in the middle of vacuuming, everyone finds there way in front of the tv. I have put an ad in the paper to babysit, but I just don't know if I can keep this house clean. Believe it or not, I do have my kids do chores. But when they are at school how hard would it be for him to just give me a little break and do a bit of the dishes or wash a load of laundry?

Birthday Stress

Being that I nap all the time, I haven't had time to write anymore. Actually, that's not true. My husband no longer drives a truck. We seem to be so busy I can't ever get on the computer. Last Saturday we celebrated my two year old's birthday. If you ever want to see a woman with her spinning (other than on the exorcist), come to one of our parties. I really don't mean to go psycho, but I want to make sure EVERYTHING is perfect. I ordered a full sheet Elmo cake from Wal-mart and called the night before to see if I could pick it up a little early. I don't know how, but they lost my order. When I did get to pick it up they had forgotten the letter "H" in birthday. I thought that constituted getting a discount, but I didn't press for the issue. Now while I am in Bryan, my husband is back at home with my 13 year old son waiting for the bounce guy to come. We rented one of those jump houses so the kids would have fun. My husband was supposed to be setting up tables and blowing up balloons and putting candy in the pinata. My husband can be a procrastinator sometimes. I called him every few minutes to make sure everything was going as planned, but my son would say he's watching tv or he's on the computer. And of course there's nothing I can do because I am 30 miles away. I forgot to mention that by this time it is pouring down rain in the town I was in. I was really freaking out. I got the rest of the things I needed and hurried home. My husband had done a nice job of setting up. He must have known I was on my way home. Even though it was nice outside, my house was not in such good shape. I had cleaned it, but it was not as clean as I wanted it to be. I was told I was ranting and raving and to calm down. I know that kids don't remember early years in their lives but I wanted everything perfect. Overall, I think it went well. I don't have to stress for another five months!

Another Few Pounds Lighter

Not too much to say today. I have a really bad habit of getting on the scale every morning. I was surprised that I have lost eight pounds since last Saturday. Friday I had ordered pizza since my son had a friend stay the night and I was too lazy to cook. I also made cupcakes. I splurged and ate like 4 pieces of pizza and two cupcakes. Well all that hard work of dieting was a waste after that so I decided no more deviating. Since then, I have been really good and watching what I eat. I am sure that by the time my husband gets home I will have dropped more weight. And my really good friend is helping me a lot. Today we are going into town which always consists of going to lunch. She suggested Souper Salad, which actually is one of my favorite places to eat. I have great support from my husband, my kids, and my friends. I don't think I can do this on my own.

I'm A Scatterbrain Today

My morning ritual is waking the kids up at 6:30am and then hop on the scale. I got on that scale today and realized I have lost four pounds since last Saturday. It encourages me more than ever to stay on this diet. I called my husband and told him the great news. He says he wishes he could lose weight too. So I then said I'll put him on the same diet I'm on. You have to understand that my husband is a steak and potato kind of guy. His idea of breakfast is eggs, fried potatoes smothered with gravy, sausage or bacon, and toast. My idea of breakfast is a yogurt. It is a real sacrafice to give up some of the great foods. But, my plan is to lose all the weight and then just eat a little of the things I like. My husband wants me to buy one of those heavybags that hang from the ceiling or a tree if you prefer to work out outside. He wants me to kick this bag around and lose weight from this...personally if I want beat something I'll just beat on him. There's consequences to this (him torquing my arms or fingers) but it's great fun.

Today the four year old I'm watching came over around 7:30am. Usually he is still sleeping when he comes, but now that is much later in the morning he is fully awake and screaming. He is having seperation issues which I'm sure is normal. But today after his dad left he started hitting my two year old anytime he got close to him. I put him in the corner for a few minutes and he soon figured out that we don't act this way. I tried yesterday to work with flashcards and a workbook that I bought for him. He wanted nothing to do with this. I fear when he gets into kindergarden he will be behind everyone else. I think whoever babysat this child before sat him in front of the television all day because that is the only thing he really likes to do.

A very very good friend of mine called today telling me about the events of one of her childeren not being able to make up a test while being absent. Now mind you this child has been an all "A" student for the good part of the year, with the exception of a "B" in another class. My friend's son has been sick for the last couple of weeks and has been in out of class. The teacher supposedly gave him this paper what assignments he needed to make up. The problem is the child never got the note and somehow saw the note in the trash. Now she's not letting him make up the test. My first question is why if he is a straight "A" student would he not want to make up a test and throw this piece of paper away? My second question is don't the teachers want the children to excell and strive to be better students? I could write two or three blogs about why I don't agree with public schools, but I don't have the time right now. So now my friend is going to the principal to have a conference which I hope goes well.

Something completely off the wall...why is it do we drink an animal's milk? Why cows milk? What makes that so special? Is there a real reason why after we are done being nursed from our mothers that we go and drink from a cow? Does this make sense to anyone?