Archive | December, 2013

Fooded Out…Man.

16 Dec

 

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While searching the interwebs today for ideas for appetizers for my Christmas Eve Party, nothing was looking particularly appetizing. Then to my horror, I realized it had happened, “I’m fooded out”!!!

Wow, this really sucks. I love food, how could this be and at Christmas no less, the most wonderful time of the year to pig out.

Eating large amounts holiday food on a daily basis, can really zap the life right out of your bones. I just had 3 large handfuls of chocolate coated cashews for breakfast for Gods sake. What in the world!

I am thankful though at this time of the year that I have food to eat and feel sad that some people don’t have the luxury of getting “fooded out”.  Note to self: give chocolate cashews to the needy, ASAP.

Since I’m currently “fooded out” at the moment and unable to make a sound food decision, why not let me know what appetizers your cooking up for your Holiday party?

I hope Santa bring me some Tums this year.

xoxo

-stylishpiggy

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The Secret to Decorating for Christmas

11 Dec

I am certainly not the best, by any means at Christmas decor, I am more of a Halloween gal, but after many years, I finally figured out the secret of Christmas decorating.

Ribbon.

 Start out by picking out some ribbon that suits your fancy, fill your cart up with it and then slap it on everything you own.

{Apparently, ribbon has some magical powers in the universe }

Coordinating ribbon can instantly transform your everyday items from BLAH to FA LA LA in a jiffy and make it seem like you really thought this thing out.

Here’s a quickie tour of my decorations for this year, I didn’t go all out this year, since I was sick and pretty busy, but it came together all the same. {ribbon} wink, wink.

Front

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Rock-n-Roll ribbon meets lumber jack

Entry Tree
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Filled with roses and vintage ornaments

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Love these vintage silk thread ornaments, I got from an estate sale, I bet you probably had some of these on your tree growing up.

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Thrifted candle holders

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Ribbon is from Hobby Lobby

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Plaid Moose Christmas card holder from Dollar General

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Big Lots plaid and fur tree skirt

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Big Lots plaid and fur stockings

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Mr. Christmas from Big Lots, voice activated musical light show for your tree. This is really fun!

Sun Room
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Vintage brass deer and dollar store silver tree

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Kitchen Chandelier

This light was a DIY project. I saw a beautiful wood beaded fixture online for 1,200.00 bucks, so I went to Hobby Lobby, bought some wood beads and wood finial, strung them on my Lowe’s fixture and this is how it turned out!

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Here are some links from Tator Tots & Jello for some DIY Wood Bead Chandeliers.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

xoxo

-stylishpiggy

The Evolution of Chicken Farming

10 Dec

Chicks, you know the yellow balls of fluffy goodness they sell at the tractor supply each Spring, the ones you can’t possibly resist and must bring home to live with you immediately. Those ones.

Well, 7 of those came to live with me last year, five yellow ones and two browns.  Hey, it wasn’t my idea, tractor supply makes you purchase 6 and the 7th was just an impulse buy.

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Awwww!!!

I brought them home, put them in a tub of shavings with some water and food and a warmer light. I carefully monitored the temperature every 10 minutes and could not sleep for fear that they might need me in the middle of the night.

Before long, they started plumping up, one chicken in particular was growing much larger than his siblings.  “Ah, what a Big Boy you are”, I would say, even though they were supposed to be all girl chicks. I have a weird tendency to call girls, boys.

I cleaned out the shavings religiously, but soon their home was way too smelly for my laundry room and that’s when they decided to live in my garage until they grew all their feathers.

I need an outdoor coop, stat!  I ordered some plans off ebay, took a trip to Lowe’s and before we knew it, we had ourselves a coop.

It was getting warmer now and the chicks had almost all their permanent feathers. Time to live outdoors!

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In the beginning, I pretty much changed out the straw bedding every time a chick laid a turd. The new coop looked so pretty and clean and I wanted to keep it all Martha Stewart. However, I was not aware that chickens poop every 2.5 seconds multiply that by 7=a shitload of nasty, {pardon my language}, but that does accurately describe the situation.

On cold nights, I would go out in the middle of the night and tack blankets to the outside of the coop, so they would stay warm. I couldn’t sleep for fear that something would happen to them. Goodness, being a chicken mother was hard.

So, back to the one chick that was growing much faster than all the others, “big boy”, this chick got so fat, that she could hardly walk by 6 months . After a consult with Google, I realized that my impulse buy was a meat chicken, which are normally slaughtered by 8 weeks, they are bred to get fat on the fly.

Poor, big boy, he never had a chance. He was at the bottom of the pecking order, due to his disabilities. I finally had to separate him, so he didn’t get pecked to death, but eventually he succumbed to his obesity and I found him lying feet up one day. I still cry every time I say his name. I have a thing for underdogs and I really liked that chicken.

RIP “Big Boy”

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I then decided that the chicken coop was on the small side for six chickens and that I would just let them roam free during the day. This made them very happy! I loved seeing them running around the yard, doing their thang. However, their freedom was cut short by the fact that they started to terrorize my shrubs, tear my plant beds to a shreddle and poop everywhere.

Back to coop, fellers.

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After I got tired of replacing the straw bedding everyday, I tried the cat litter approach. I put play sand down and scooped the poop balls out daily with my handy dandy scooper. “Hey, this is working pretty good”. Eventually, the poop mixed in with the sand and became concrete. Now, I’m back to just a dirt floor. I rake it… sometimes.

On a side note, did I mention that its very hard to give a chicken a bath. They don’t like it, not one bit. I eventually accepted the fact that outdoor animals just have to stay dirty.

Lets’s talk about chicken eggs, shall we?

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First Chicken Eggs

When they first laid their eggs, it was very exciting! It is amazing to me that these things just POP right out of their butts. Nature is cool.

At first we ate them and then we didn’t eat them, then we gave them away and then we ate them, then we fed them the eggs to the chickens and now I throw them in my compost pile. This may sound silly, but turns out that I can’t stomach an egg that I have to clean poop off of.

Then, there is the pecking. Chickens are freakin’ mean to one another. The strong will peck the weak until they bleed and pull all the feathers out of each others butts. I tried this stuff called “no peck” which didn’t work, I fed them extra protein, which also didn’t work. I made a homemade concoction of Vicks vapor rub and grape Koolaid and rubbed it on the chickens who were getting pecked, which worked for a couple of seconds.

Koolaid stained chickens are quite unattractive, however, they do look splendid in Christmas hats.

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Now we are just about caught up to the present time of my chicken journey.  I have 4 nappy white chickens with raw butts and 2 mean brown chickens. My once beautiful coop looks like something from the Beverly Hillbillies from all the trial and error updates I have done over the year and I am getting pretty tired of disposing of dookie eggs that I don’t won’t to eat or give away, because I feel like they are unsanitary and I don’t want to kill my neighbors.

Lets face it, I’ve lost my passion for chicken farming and it only took a little over a year to do it.

It was a very cool experience and I learned a lot along the way, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Is there such thing as an indoor chicken that doesn’t poop?? Maybe I should invent that.

There is always the boiling pot, I guess.

xoxo

-stylishpiggy

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