Saturday, March 12, 2011

We have chickens????

We have chickens.  One night I was visiting with my sister-in-law and brother-in-law and next thing I know....I  have chickens.  When opportunity knocks, you run with it.  Being the spur of the moment kind of people; who honestly do better when we don't think things thru, we ordered chickens with my sister-in-law.  I wanted 2 brown egg laying chickens and two green egg laying chickens.  I'm not sure why, but I have always loved green eggs.  They are so beautiful.  Mother natures' Easter eggs.

February 14th rolls around and we get the news..."chickens are here".  Now what?  Um....what are we doing??  Moment of realization we don't have a clue what we are doing.  Thankfully, we know people who do.  Learn as you go, I say.  There's nothing more motivating in learning than the NEED to know.  So, we now have four lovely chickens who are growing from one box to the next and living in my house.   Yes, I have chickens living in my house.  I'm sorry, but I really think this is weird!  I remember when my dad would pick up fertilizer for the garden and it stunk.  And that fertilizer came from the back end of a chicken.  I have invited that into my home.  Someone check and see if I have a pulse.

Four people in the house, four chickens in the house.  So, we all named one.  One brown one is named Kip (chicken in dutch).  The other brown one is Pollo (chicken in spanish).  The black one is Petit Oiseau (little bird in french) and the white one is Colonel (No translation necessary unless you've never eaten at KFC).  We have some very creative people in our house. 

Funniest moment so far....
My daughter, after hearing the chickens cheeping like crazy, went quickly in to check on them.  It became obvious what their terror was all about.  She found our 18 pound cat sitting by the box, peering over the edge.  I would be scared.  That cat is a beast with VERY long teeth.  That had to have been a King Kong movie moment for chickens.

I have one complaint, other than the smell......chicken feet.  They honestly, totally creep me out.  I don't know why.  But when I go in to check on them, I have to consciously tell myself, 'Don't look at their feet!  DON'T LOOK AT THEIR FEET!'  And then, I do because ......I don't know why I do!  But my stomach rolls I get nauseated and have to leave. It's like being told as a kid not to look into the sun because it will burn your eyes and so you do, because burning eyes sounds irrational.  Creeped out by chicken feet sounds irrational.  Call me irrational.

Thursday, March 10, 2011 hurts!

Iliopsoas Bursitis, believe me when I say, you don't ever want to suffer from this ailment.  I have learned over the past week that bursitis hurts and even read in one article that it is more common when you get older.  Thanks....really needed that info.  Very helpful.

I tend to workout like a crazy lady.  2 hours in the gym is not uncommon for me.  It is my escape, my stress reliever and where I go to regain my sanity.  Last Tuesday, I finally had a day where I could spend as much time in the gym as I wanted.  No deadline to run out to, just finish to exhaustion and then go home. Yes Karen, forget about the fall you took last week and how your hip hurt after. By all means, just pump it out at the gym.  Really, don't congratulate me here, it was actually really stupid.

I haven't been able to be as consistent with my workouts.  But, that didn't stop me from believing, "Hey, no problem.  I've got this workout in the bag!"  Well, the next day, I realized that bag I thought I had was way overloaded and my body was about to let me know that I big time over did it.  I took a step in the afternoon, "Ouch!"  What was that?"  A little later, another step...."Ouch!  Okay, what is going on here?"  Stepped out of the car later in the afternoon..."OUCH!  I can hardly put weight on my leg!"  Then, I proceeded to ice, stretch and try and convince, pop, stretch or destroy my body into believing that it was fine.  I really should know better, but I am totally incapable of being objective when diagnosing my own body.  I tell myself...."You HAVE to get to band practice, the concert is next Saturday and if you miss it, that would be BAAAD!!"  Let's just say, when I got into the parking lot and tried to get out of the car, I nearly fell on the pavement.  "OUCH!!! OUCH!! OUCH!!....."  It went on like that for about five minutes until I finally gathered enough courage to step on my foot and get into the auditorium.  I lasted about an hour standing, before I ended up laying on the floor.  My concert participation is now toast!

So, visit to the PT confirmed....iliopsoas bursitis. Old people ailment.  Icing all week, on crutches, not fun. Please take my advice....don't overdo it in the gym if you haven't been going consistently.  Ease back into it (insert weekend warrior joke here), stretch lightly after your workout, and if your hip kind of hurts because you fell and strained it the week before, don't power through it.  You might actually need some rest, ice and ibuprofen.  (Karen?  Are you listening?  Yes, you! I'm talking to you!) Or, you might end up like me, watching your band perform instead of being in it....(insert sad violin music here).  Anyone know where the balloons are?  It's time for a Karen pity party, and I'm going all out this time!!  Chocolate will be consumed.

Here's a little diagram in case you are curious what this little "bursa" thing is that can cause an idiot like me so much pain!  Be scared, be very very very scared of annoying the bursa.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Most disgusting dessert I have ever made!!

Just wanted to share this important tip about Mango's.  They are really stringy.  When you cook them, they are even more stringy.  Which in your mouth, tastes a bit like you have eaten a large hair ball.  Cat's must feel about the same coughing up a hair ball as I did trying to eat this.  I like cats, but that is taking it a bit far.  So, warning...when you cook with Mango's get the kind that aren't stringy.  Asian brand.  The experience of trying to eat this dessert ruined me from trying another mango dessert...maybe someday!