Catch that Chicken!!!!

Do the laundry and catch that chicken!!!!!!!!!!!!

The problem with free range chickens…

Just got an emergency message from my Mom whose room is downstairs. There is chicken walking around and around the house! I fly down the stairs and out to the aviary. Sure enough there are only four hens wandering around in there. Then I see her, on small Aracauna standing behind the aviary foraging away! We’re chicken sitting. I used to have a menagerie of cute little animals. Ducks, Pygmy goats, pigs, rabbits and of course chickens. But, once the twins came to live with us I couldn’t manage my little hobby farm and take care of the boys like they deserve. So, I downsized the farm to a pair of cats and a pair of little elven twins. That was a year and a half ago.

Our dear friends, Barb and Bill have gone on vacation. Their previous chicken sitter (their neighbor) moved away. So, I was lucky enough to get the job. I was excited to have my back yard blessed by the little pecker faces once again! The only problem is, I’m not fenced in. I have a pretty decent sized aviary (20×20) but, to a flock that is accustomed to free ranging all day, it’s just a cage. But, it’s a vacation. Two weeks, not a life time. The thing is, you can’t reason with a chicken. And you also can’t lure a free range chicken with cracked corn. When my chickens escaped in the past, they were confused and eager to receive the customary treat of a trail of chicken feed back to the aviary. They weren’t sure what to do or where to go anyway. But, this chicken of Barb and Bill’s oh, uhn uh! She ain’t about to have that! Catch me if you can! My corn had no effect on her as she scrambled through the brush stopping long enough to let me see her as she’d nibble up some tasty morsel from the ground and take off again. Ever seen the Road Runner? Those are real, you know! I think this chicken might’ve been fertilized with one before she was hatched!

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So, after stumbling around the yard, falling on my face and impaling myself on branches and trees, I have decided that I have given it my best shot. I will delegate this job to my 14 year old son when he gets home from school. And if he can’t catch her, I will happily spend the $4.00 to replace her. But, I imagine that she’ll try to get back into the aviary come evening time. That’s how they do at home. So, that was one snippet of my Wednesday afternoon. Hump Day! Ha! Ha! Ha!

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Well, that is not what I planned to write about today. But, it’s real life!

Some things to think about as you wrap up this Wednesday. There are so many different facets to one person’s life.

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How can we ever truly know a person? Most people don’t even really know themselves. Soon, I would like to write about the different aspects of a person’s life the things that make us different and the ties that bind. Stay tuned.

 

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As I Lay Dying

 

 

I’d like to share an experience that I had last Friday night. I think it will shed some light on diabetes and food addiction for those who don’t understand. Hopefully those who suffer with this type of self harm may be encouraged to find that they are not alone. Many people think of self harm as cutting or taking drugs, even smoking cigarettes. But, not many people see food as an addiction. Carbs are my kryptonite. Especially chocolate. It is a rare instance when I am able to resist chocolate. If I know that it is in reach, it becomes an obsession. It’s all I can think about until I get it in my mouth. I can’t simply eat a single serving. I must eat every last morsel no matter the cost! Say what you want about my lack of self- discipline. I’m an addict as much as the pot head down the street who swears that marijuana isn’t addictive.chocolate understands

I went to bed with a crushing headache. I didn’t think too much of it because I had gobbled down four, count them, four large dark chocolate bars today. One before I ever got up this morning. I went to brunch with my Son, my Mom and the twins. We were home by 11:30am. I put the stinkers down for a nap and lay down, myself. I put a movie on Netflix and proceeded to gobble down the other three bars. It was just so yummy. I knew that I had more, so I just kept eating them until they were all gone. Then, I went to sleep. Of course, I woke up with a headache. I took my meds. I made sure to include the Metformin , which lowers my blood sugar. Had “Pub Subs” with the family for dinner and the headache sent me back to bed.  I moaned and groaned about my headache. Of course, I did not admit to my husband that I was literally overdosing on chocolate. All I could do was suffer through it. I woke with a sudden shock around 12am. I could barely move, I knew that I was in trouble. I began calling to my Husband for help. “Babe! Baby! I need help! Please! Help me!” He didn’t move. He was asleep with his CPAP on. He couldn’t hear me and I couldn’t move to get his attention. I continued to cry out. Help me! Please, help me! I picked up the tv remote that he had given me before he went to sleep. It was still lying across my chest. I thought that if I could just get the tv on, the light and sound would stir him. But, as I tried to push the on button, I realized that I didn’t have the strength. I was practically paralyzed. I knew what was happening. I had seen other diabetics go through similar episodes when I worked as a Nurses Aid in hospitals and nursing homes. My sugar was too high, I could feel it. My mouth was so dry, I realized as the remote hit the floor that in all my efforts to wake my husband, I had never actually uttered a sound!Death_by_chocolate_(5119851313).jpg Oh, God! I am going to lay here and die! I am having a stroke and it’s going to kill me! Please! Help me! Suddenly, I had the strength to reach down and pick up that remote. I turned on the tv, turned down the sound and found myself getting out of bed, grabbing my water and my medicine and going into the bathroom. The recovery was nothing short of miraculous. I quickly washed my hands and pricked my finger. No dilly dallying over the anxiety of the pain of the tiny prick that would draw my blood. Not this time. I knew that I was being given a chance here and I wasn’t about to draw it out. Prick and squeeze. Thick red blood popped to the surface of my left middle finger faster than I had ever seen. It seemed as though the very blood in my body knew that there was no time to waste. I applied my finger to the test strip and read the result. 201. 201? Now, I know that is higher than recommended. However, the day that I received the news that I was diabetic, I was standing in my Doctor’s office in tampa where they had just tested my sugar out at over 300 and I felt fine. How strange this whole experience… Still, I wasn’t fooling around. I took 1000mg of Metformin; my regular bedtime dose. I followed up with my sinus pill and my cholesterol pill. All the while, all I was thinking was that either my tester is broken, or God had drastically driven down my blood sugar in a matter of seconds in order to give me the strength and the where with all to get out of bed and get my meds in me. I believe that to be the case. Now, I’m quite tired, but, I am going to stay awake long enough to retest my sugar in an hour.

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As you can see, I was entirely out of control that day. I put myself into a dangerous position. But, even as I was eating those chocolate bars, I was thinking of the consequences and the addict in me was able to convince the logical me that it was worth the risk. See, my body doesn’t always react badly to this type of binging. Sometimes I can eat a whole cheesecake and I’m fine. So, I had a 50/50 shot at being ok. I took it. I nearly died. Even though there was no big scene with an ambulance and the hospital, I have no doubt that I was on death’s doorstep. That desperate prayer saved me. God saved me this time. Who knows what will happen next time if I even wake up.

I haven’t gone on a binge since then. I know that I had a close call. I am not completely off of sugar, although I should be. But, I am not planning to ever repeat that experience again. I want to be healthy and strong.

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~Saturday wrap up~

Good Saturday to all. It’s a lovely rainy Saturday morning here in little ole’ Masaryktown. I have always loved rainy days for reading and cuddling and sleeping late. Rainy days are for relaxing and, of course, if you’re blessed with a love match, nothing beats a slow tumble in the sheets while raindrops make their way off the roof and down the panes. Alas, our household is too busy for that today. One can only hope that it’s still dripping this evening.

Saturdays my husband, Troy, works half days. I try to get the laundry done and the kiddos worn out so that by the time he gets home, we can run errands together and the stinkers don’t mind cruising around in my “magic school bus” watching Elmo videos while we drive through McD’s and grab some fries, drive through the pharmacy, drive through the bank, run into the abyss that’s known as Wal-mart. Our little guys think that it’s normal for a married couple and family to do this regularly as Mom and Dad hold hands and sing along to the radio; the boogies happily munch their fries and kick their feet along to Elmo music. I’m glad they think it’s normal. Hopefully it will stick with them as they grow. Troy and I are both remarried. Second marriage for each of us. Needless to say, our older kids know better. They saw the way life was with the exes. They have also taken notice of the sharply contrasting difference in our marriage to one another. Yes, this is how it should be. It’s not perfect. But, it’s pretty close! Now, we’ve certainly endured hardship as you will learn when you get to know me better. But for now, just know that even though a rainy tumble in the sheets is out for us today, we are still going to have a good time together.

Saturday is the last day of the work week for Troy and also for me. Sundays has always been our day to chillax and stay in bed or at least in our bedroom as long as possible. Yes, I just said “chillax” maybe some of you will guess my age from the slang I tend to use! I would like to try to take Saturdays to kind of wrap up some of the questions that I have posed throughout the week. As well as, to share some things about myself and my life with you all.

So, here are some of the things that I have learned throughout this week:

#1- Just from the responses I received I can tell that there’s a lot of people out there hiding their crazy.

#2- Queen Victoria was a sexy beast!

#3- No one seems to know where the term “fine as apple wine” came from.

I did pose a serious question the other day about writer’s block. What I’ve learned, based on several writers’ collaborative research, is that there are several reasons for writer’s block. Depending on how you feel and what behavior is exhibited, you can pretty much self-diagnose. Either you become quickly drowsy, stare at the screen or off into space, you become restless or you re-write the same passage over and over. Then there is actual depression. I would like to write about this at some point in the future with diligent research. But, for now, If you are curious about it here are a couple of websites that have great information.

http://maryrobinettekowal.com/journal/sometimes-writers-block-is-really-depression/

http://annerallen.com/2011/05/writers-block-and-depression-why-you.html

This was a really great first week. I want to thank all of my readers and followers. Your input means the world to me. Please feel free to leave me any comments or questions. Remember, I’m new to this! But, so far, I’m loving it! Please share my page!

Thanks so much!

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Hiding My Crazy

This first post launches my writing career. I have always wanted to write a book. But, there is a difference between wanting to do something and actually doing it. People used to always comment on what a quiet person I am. Funny, there are always so many words in my head. Words that I would not wish to escape my mouth most of the time. It’s not that I think I am a particularly dark person. Certainly not so compared to others of my generation. Still, there are so many people in the world that would be stunned by the things I might say if I gave my mind reign over my mouth.

In my mind, I am a very impatient person. I want what I want and I want it now! That’s not so different from the average person. But, I wonder, does the average person teeter on the verge of screaming at the cars ahead of them in the drive thru? ” My mind screams at these inconvenient customers in front of me, ” Move the fuck out of my way and give me my iced teeeaaa!!!”  I can’t blame it on a sugar addiction. I stopped drinking sweet tea years ago. I know, anathema to my fellow Southerners. But, hey, I’m diabetic. I’m saving my sugar allowance for cheesecake. Ridiculous! I’m diabetic. I don’t get a sugar allowance. But, this is how I justify eating cheesecake as a diabetic.As if I need to justify anything. I’m nearly forty years old. I’m either going to do it or not. So I drink Coke, I eat cheesecake and I shun Sweet Tea.

Still, As I creep closer to the drive thru window in my sweet little Soccer Mom mini-van with my little stick family positioned happily on my back window below my Giant N.O.T.W. sticker I actually start saying the words out loud. Don’t worry though, my windows are securely positioned up so that my crazy doesn’t seep from the vehicle and obliterate everything in my path. ” Move, move, move! Give me my fucking iced tea! This serves no purpose as no one can hear me; unless my family is in the car with me. But, what do they say about crazy people living in their own little world? They know me here.

Finally, I make it to the window where the hard working fast food employee stands with the obligatory hello and how are you. I smile ever so sweetly and inquire as to if I might have an extra cup with just ice. (In my mind…”those fuckers are so stingy with the ice!”) And my audible voice thanks the poor drive thru attendant “so much! I really appreciate it”. As I carefully exit the drive through, struggling to unwrap my straw and get that first gulp of ice cold goodness, the drive thru attendant greets another customer. He or she never knows how close they came to witnessing my drive thru psychosis. But, I’m not crazy. Because while in my mind I am a very impatient person, to the public, I am a wonderfully polite and quiet woman of poise. See, I know that I am not crazy because I can still hide my crazy. And that, according to the world of psychological studies, makes all the difference.