tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65179525049414229202024-03-20T20:46:47.575-07:00little paper things...the life and times of the Frazier's with a few chickens thrown in!Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.comBlogger336125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-49080078712746872612014-01-02T01:16:00.000-08:002014-01-02T01:16:02.372-08:00is it really 2014?Ok, so 2013 is over. It went out with a big bright ball crashing hoorah, while my co workers and I stood in room 1 of the ED devoid of hats or noisemakers, knee deep in patients with the flu. And so we welcomed in 2014. I hugged my friends Kari and Linda, and off we went, praying for the night to JUST BE OVER. . <br />
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I made some resolutions. Easy one's I think. Or well maybe practical ones'. <br />
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Take a family trip.<br />
Save 10% of our paychecks and put it into an account...no touching!<br />
Find a church.<br />
Improve my sewing and crochet skills.<br />
Live Dr. Markhum's advice on parenting.<br />
Plant and maintain a vegetable garden.<br />
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Not too bad. I know it's more than one, but it's more like my goal list for 2014. 2013 wasn't so bad. We had good moments (Lucas :)) and not so good moments (Frazier's stroke, the bathroom disaster, and an $11,000 bill). But we survived and we are still here. Intact. A family with it's problems and it's better days. I hope 2014 brings forgiveness, acceptance, gratitude, mended fences, and simplicity. <br />
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blessings all!<br />
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sueSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-53890666762011665552013-04-04T07:11:00.002-07:002013-04-04T07:13:36.156-07:00Facebook got me kicked out of church!!!Well, it finally happened. Well, two things finally happened. First, I got an email from the head of our church nursery letting me know that they had found other volunteers so I could take a break. Polite way of firing me, lol. Second, my pastor blocked me on facebook and publicly admonished me because I posted the word Goddamn. I take no offense to that because it is a public forum and if you don't like what people write, then don't read it and feel free to block them. Lol, damn stellar week I'm having. <br />
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momSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-62601241026026352372013-04-03T19:29:00.002-07:002013-04-03T19:29:43.809-07:00Four kids and a nurse practitionerLast Friday was going pretty well. Was, that is the key word. I got in an out of THE WALMART with two kids in tow in under 35 minutes. There was no screaming or punching in the checkout line, no beggina and crying for candy. Things quickly began to deteriorate around 2 pm when #5 was struck again by the now infamous GI BUG OF BULLOCH COUNTY. This time in the form of not being able to tinkle or "my froggy potty". One phone call to the doctor got us an appointment by 4pm. Two phone calls to babysitters and one to the neighbor yielded no help in watching the other 3 while I toted #5 to the doctor. Damn. <br />
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So there we were. All of us at the doctor's office on Friday afternoon. Four kids aged 3-8 years, one of who is clutching her tootie because she can't tinkle. We are called to the triage area by the nice nurse. I know they are all cringing seeing us coming down the hall because last time we were there #4 crapped on their floor. I try to expedite the process. Everyone wants to stand on the scale. I usher them to the seats with threats of shots for all if they don't shutup and sit down. We are ushered down another hall to a windowless room. Trapped like a rat with four kids, one of which is still clutching her tootie. <br />
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There's an adjoining bathroom. EVERY SINGLE CHILD WITH ME NOW HAS TO POOP. One by one they take their turns. #4 comes out mid poop, pants down to his ankles to announce there is also a shower in the bathroom. "Not to worry, we can shower at home", I say, "please finish your business." <br />
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We learn all about the stirrups on the pelvic exam table. We learn how the blood pressure cuff inflates. We read a book on asthma. We turn the lights off and on. We spin on the doctor's stool. We clutch out tooties because we still can't tinkle. OMG. Has it really only been 20 minutes?????<br />
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They usher us to the waiting room to wait some more for any horrible allergic reaction #4 begins running back and forth while #2 power punches him. #4 then begins catapaulting off the furniture. The nurse at the reception windows looks out as I shoot myself in the head with my imaginary finger gun. She slides the little glass window that protects her from the chaos open and says to me "Are they all yours?" "Yes, yes they are." I reply. Like I'd go pick up other people's kids and take them all to the doctor's office. "I drink alot of wine." I say. She gives me the thumbs up and slides the window closed. I know she is talking smack about me because I am obviously pregnant and my other children are running amok like a pack of banshee's in the waiting area. <br />
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momSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-69508147852529418552013-03-07T05:13:00.001-08:002013-03-07T05:13:35.183-08:00Detangling BrushOMG! It's fnally here. The infamous detangling brush that cost ways too much money! Emma swears it will end all her crying when we have to come her long locks. I gently remind her that you have to brush your hair more than ONCE a day to keep it from getting tangled in the first place!<br />
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Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-71999660736950174332013-03-05T04:54:00.004-08:002013-03-05T04:54:58.878-08:00my to do listWell, it gets longer everyday, but it's meant to simplify my life. Ha! What am I doing right now? Well let me tell you.<br />
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1. I am currently incubating baby #6.<br />
2. I am raising 6 pullets which are quickly outgrowing their little pen and getting all gawky looking.<br />
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3. I am wondering if I should by one of the piglets I saw on Craigslist this morning???</div>
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5. I am wondering if I can really feed everyone on $400 a month? </div>
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7. I am waiting to hear back from the pediatrician so I can get Sam's immunization records to register him for kindergarten (wow!).</div>
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8. I am hoping it is going to be warm today so I can work in my garden.</div>
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9. I am wishing and wishing that the green whoosh of spring color is going to wash over my yard VERY soon</div>
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Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-22008107953962759852013-01-17T19:14:00.000-08:002013-01-17T19:14:02.874-08:00Why I should pray more.<h4>
Some days are easy, some are not. For those that are not, I should probably pray more.</h4>
10 reasons I should pray more:<br />
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1. One of my supervisors saw me at the Lowe's garden center looking at flowers. She watched as my children punched the crap out of each other while in the cart. She also watched as I just ignored them.<br />
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2. I buy beer at Walmart at 9:45 am and I am usually drinking it by 10 am.<br />
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3. My pastor made me mad a few months ago and I sent him an e mail about it. <br />
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4. I've entertained the idea of leaving my kids, in the cart, in the Walmart cart corral and driving away. <br />
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5. I'm teaching my two year old to say "Daddy? Daddy? Daddy? I want a pony." I'm hoping she says it all weekend while I am at work.<br />
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6. I asked my husband why our boy puppy has weiner hair.<br />
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7. I have asked someone why on earth they put a zucchini THERE?<br />
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8. I have made my four year old pose for pictures after major doodie episode's before cleaning him up.<br />
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9. I made a grown woman clean up her own poop off a chair.<br />
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10. I am still thinking about the girl who called me my husband's mother.<br />
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sSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-42861321292593395412013-01-17T19:03:00.002-08:002013-01-17T19:03:18.709-08:00and u thought i was long gone.......I wasn't, really. Just fell off the blogging wagon for a while :P We all do it. Don't lie and pretend you don't!<br />
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Where have I been and what antics have these kids of mine been up to?...OH the stories! Alas, I will save those for another day though. Just wanted to drop back in and say hello to all and let u know I missed u. <br />
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sueSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-17931968066175616612012-10-16T07:15:00.002-07:002012-10-16T07:15:56.523-07:00Welcome to the Fair!Last night we visited the opening night of the Kiwanis Ogeechee Fair here in Statesboro....the kids had a blast, I ate ate my first fried snickers bar and we all went on the ferris wheel! After I got home, I realized I had signed up to work (sorry everyone!). We had a great time, saw some friends and lots of "interesting" folks, lol!<br />
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Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-40219072279173544632012-10-03T04:19:00.000-07:002012-10-03T04:19:10.484-07:00heart(s)Last Sunday my husband and I headed down the hall from our own Sunday School class to pick up the kids at their classrooms. He headed down the hall, but Sam's Sunday School teacher laughingly pulled me into the room. She was covering her face, giggling and said "OMG, Sam is so cute.". I apologized and said "What did he do now?". Lol, always Sam. <br />
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Seems Sammy was sitting next to her at Children's Church and was enamored by her "heart". His exact words were "I lush (love, in Samanese) u heart." All the while RUBBING her boob. Then he says, as he moves his hand over and discovers her other boob..."Oh u has two hearts. I lush them. They so soft.".<br />
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My response? "Well, he was breastfed."<br />
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Reason 4, 356,783 why we are going to get kicked out of church.<br />
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Way to cop a feel, Sam. <br />
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Today, Madi came into the craft room and she smelled like CK1. <br />
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Me: Madison, were you messing with Mommy's perfume?<br />
Madi: Yes.<br />
Me: Where is it?<br />
Madi: It's not dere. <br />
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Ummmm. Not dere? Where is not dere? Well it wasn't on the bathroom counter where it always is.<br />
I have been cleaning all day, washing all the bed linens. <br />
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Me: Madi, where is my perfume?<br />
Madison: I want goldfish.<br />
Me: No goldfish, until I get my perfume back. Where is it?<br />
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Madison: In dere.<br />
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This here...is apparently "dere".<br />
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<br />Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-70988105663546951312012-07-05T16:23:00.003-07:002012-07-05T16:23:54.957-07:00We don't do that on the kitchen counter.After a fun-filled afternoon of swimming with the kids, I decided to get to harvesting all my sunflower seeds from the ginormous plants we grew this year. The kids had already bee-lined for the house after our swim, so I was harvesting by myself. I picked two full buckets of seeds and headed in the house to show the kids. I found Jacob and Emma sitting at the computer watching Tom and Jerry, Sam (believe it or not) was just sitting at the counter and Madi was standing on my kitchen countertop. <br />
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{listen, get that horrified look off your face. I KNOW your kids also climb on your countertops to get to the cookie jar. Stop lying to everyone}<br />
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Me: "You got a cookie, honey?'<br />
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Number 5: "Water."<br />
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Me: "Water, what water?'.<br />
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Number 5: "It's wet."<br />
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Then I see that there's water all over the countertop. I grab papertowels to start cleaning it up. <br />
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Me: "Who spilled water here?" <br />
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No answer from Numbers 2-4.<br />
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Mid paper towel swipe I realize Madi's in her swimsuit. Madi isn't potty trained.<br />
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Number 5: "I pee-pee."<br />
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<br />Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-73841477199822826372012-07-02T12:23:00.003-07:002012-07-02T12:23:33.857-07:00DaisyRIP Ms. Daisy. Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-62959538766765885152012-07-02T05:52:00.000-07:002012-07-02T05:52:29.619-07:00Why my husband is not allowed to take the children out by himself.I had to work last night until 1 am. When I came home, hubby was waiting for me in the chair. They had gone to a our church's Family Fun Nite at The Clubhouse here in Statesboro. I asked how things had gone, and he said "Fine, until...{insert Sam's name here}". Sam, it's always Sam. Sigh.<br />
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Here's my understanding of the story.....<br />
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Hubby was sitting with Madi watching the other three play in the ball pit. Jacob and Emma came running over, but not Sam. Hubby inquired of Emma where Sam was. Her response..."I can't find him." {here's where my mom radar would have gone into overdrive....missing child alert!}. So hubby says he gets up and starts heading over to the ball pit. He see's another church dad waving him over. He said "I thought he wanted me to bowl with him." Not so, honey. Here comes Brother Wiggins, who leans over to my husband and says this.......<br />
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"Your boy is naked in the bathroom."<br />
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Fast forward to the bathroom scene. Four kids in the mens room of the Clubhouse. Emma is holding her nose. Sam is {of course} naked. There are flies and he is freaking out. Hubby told him it's his odor that is attracting the flies. There is poop in underwear, poop on the floor. {does this sound familiar??} Brother Wiggins shows up with a bottle of spray and some paper towels. Hubby said other random church dads are knocking on the door to check if he's ok. Madi has strapped herself onto the bathroom changing table. They are all in the handicap stall. Sam is crying because he can't go play in the ball pit. <br />
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I'm thinking Sam is a party animal. He showed up fully clothed and left in a diaper and sneakers. <br />
How much fun did he have???<br />
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I'm going to be doing alot of apologizing this weekend at church. They just don't UNDERSTAND Sam. He is MISUNDERSTOOD. <br />
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And that folks, is why my husband is not longer allowed to take the children out by himself. <br />
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xoxo<br />
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sueSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-61223653813650275672012-06-27T20:41:00.000-07:002012-07-02T12:24:04.332-07:00hooray!Elaina Brooke Weiss<br />
June 27, 2012<br />
7:47 pm<br />
6 lbs 10 ounces<br />
19 inches long<br />
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welcome baby!Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-7858145248251416132012-06-26T08:50:00.002-07:002012-06-26T08:50:55.822-07:00updates from the house...the bouncy house is dead {compliments of one puppy with long claws}<br />
the tomatoe plants are dead and coming out today.<br />
i've harvested all my carrots.<br />
i've been canning and baking.<br />
we had a campfire. {ahhh, so nice}<br />
my fish like to eat leftover marshmallows.<br />
i haven't caught the turtles.<br />
only one of my chickens is laying eggs :(.<br />
i finally cleared my pool up. {yeh}<br />
my zucchini plants are growing.<br />
my pumpkin turned orange.<br />
i got my haircut and i'm mad about it. <br />
i just finished reading <u>Not a Fan.</u><br />
i am infatuated with books by Joel Olsteen.<br />
i want to go to the beach.<br />
i got rid of the flies. {thank God}<br />
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1. <a href="http://hotmessmom.com/you-show-your-ass-ill-show-mine/">You show your ass, I'll show mine</a>I <br />
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2. <a href="http://letmestartbysayingblog.com/2012/05/15/exploding-pants-my-bagel-belly-are-they-related/">Exploding Pants and my Bagel Belly</a><br />
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3. <a href="http://www.semidomesticatedmama.com/2012/05/you-can-learn-lot-from-your-neighbors.html">My neighbors might be cannibals</a><br />
(I swore my neighbor had bodies in his basement, and Polish prostitutes in his attic)<br />
4. <span id="goog_712340521"></span><a href="http://youknowithappensatyourhousetoo.blogspot.com/2012/04/some-suggestions-for-men-part-ii.html">Suggestions for men</a><br />
(because they need all the suggestions they can get!)<br />
5. <a href="http://alwyskissmegnight.blogspot.com/2012/05/mrs-ventura-when-nature-calls.html">Mrs. Ventura when nature calls</a><br />
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Please visit Anna and Kelly over at Finding the Funny every Wednesday. Share your own bad parenting moments, oddities and hellacious neighbor stories. To see the total list of this weeks Finding the Funny, <a href="http://mylifeandkids.com/2012/05/finding-the-funny-17/">click here</a>!<br />
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Thank you Anna and Kelly for keeping it real!<br />
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<br />Sue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com3Statesboro, GA, USA32.4487876 -81.783167432.3951896 -81.8621314 32.502385600000004 -81.7042034tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-65417194526050322802012-05-22T09:20:00.001-07:002012-05-22T09:20:50.839-07:00How to wash a chicken.Ok, so how I got to wash my chicken isn't very funny. The actual washing the chicken part is though. <br />
Our dogs (Molly and Thor), have decided to become chicken stalkers. Molly, you see, is a rescue dog. She was found in a trailer park in Ludowici, GA. I picked her up from the current owner in the parking lot of a Clyde's Market in some little town I can't recall the name of now. Need I say more. I am sure she has chased more than a few chickens and eaten them as well in her day. She also ate one of her babies. She's a killer, what can I say? And Thor, well, Thor is Molly's baby, so I guess she's just trying to carry on the family tradition. <br />
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Thor is only 11 weeks old. He's been jumping at the chickens and they'll peck him in the eye and well, then he'll leave them alone. Well last weekend the man and I were building the duck house and the dogs were barking. I realized they had a chicken trapped under the deck. Lulu is quite the survivor though. Had it just been the pup, she wouldn't probably just pecked him in the eye and left. She had Molly to contend with too. She was outnumbered. The Man got the puppy out and I rescued the chicken. <br />
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Lulu was pretty beat up. They tore her neck and wing and ripped out ALOT of her a tailfeather's. I figured she would die. Well, the next morning, still looking beat up, she was still alive. I sent my husband for the antibiotic ointment after Googling "how to care for a mauled chicken". You seriously, can find anything on the internet. So, now I had to wash her. To get the dog saliva off and prevent infection. Okay. One bucket with warm soapy water...check. One wash basin....check. Towel to dry....check. Now you can't wash a chicken like a dog. They have feather's so I kind of poured water over her and tried to clean up the wounds. She kept falling forward in the basin. I held her tight too, because she will flap the crap out of you with her wings. But I kept on, dunking and rinsing, determined to help her stay alive. I probably will never, ever eat chicken with skin again...lol. Then I busted out the tube of antibiotic ointment and smathered it all over her. So, now she's a wet, pathetic, beat up chicken covered in ointment. She probably won't win any 4-H contest, but hey! She's alive! The other thing I didn't know is that when chickens wounds heal they turn green. It's not gangrene, it's just how they heal. So, today she is looking delightful because she is covered in ointment and turning green. <br />
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So she's living in the upstairs condo of the chicken house so her sister's don't kill her. Did you know chickens are cannibals? They are. They kill the injured, the sick, the weak. <br />
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I am sorry to report that Thor and Molly have continued on their killing spree though. They lured Shirley, Laverne's sister, under the same deck and did away with her. The Man found her. Needless to say the chickens are all in the henhouse for good. No more free ranging girls. Sorry.<br />
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I hope this post has been helpful to any other's who have killer dogs and chickens. Maybe my instructions will end up on the Google Search. <br />
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xoxo<br />
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sueSue Frazierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01366618656649034498noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517952504941422920.post-22638063129099203702012-05-22T08:59:00.003-07:002012-05-23T05:34:53.257-07:00Damn fliesWe have a fly problem here in Georgia. They are almost as bad as the gnats here. I even hung one of those smelly bags that is supposed to lure the flies to it (it's filled with some disgusting blob of what I assume is rotting meat and you add water to it to really bring out the stench) on our deck. Let me go back and tell you that I first hung it in my laundry room, before I realized the stench that it let's off. We'll just say the door was open for a long time (letting in yet more flies!) and I used ALOT of Lysol. Now, back to the original idea for the post. These flies.<br />
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I hate a fly. I really do. They sit on poop. We have two dogs, so they sit on alot of poop around here. They buzz around you. They sit on your sandwich (after they sit on poop). They spit on their food. They serve no purpose. Except to gross me out and make me curse. So I walk around all day with a fly-swatter saying "Damn flies!" <br />
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This morning I realized I should not be so verbal about my hatred for the flies as Sam (who is 4) was walking around the dining room table saying "Damn flies!". Score one for me. <br />
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I still hate a fly though. <br />
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xoxo<br />
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