One of my favorite TV channels is HGTV. I don't know if I'm a glutton for punishment or if I need reminders to start/finish projects, but I just can't seem to get enough. Our DVR records every House Hunters episode and at any one time, holds at least 5 that I need to watch!
And I NEED to watch them.
We're not even planning to move.
It's not as if these shows make me feel good either. I can't seem to grasp how anyone can afford a 1 to 2 million dollar vacation house. It can't even be called a "home" because it's for vacation only! What do these people do for a living? One of the couples are home builders.
Someone needs to let their customers know that they've been robbed.
I'll build their homes for half. It might not be as pretty, or even upright, but they'll save some big bucks by going with me. Really, how hard can it be? Just some nails and a hammer, right?
Until I get "the call", I'll just continue punishing myself. Because I just can't seem to stop.
Meanwhile, on the farm, we've been thinning out our chicken coop. The chickens aren't the problem. The roosters are. Apparently, we're up to 8. We purchased "sexed" chicks, but Henny and Penny ended up being Lenny and Denny. Times 4. A couple of them have started cannibalizing the hens, so it's time for us to "farm".
I've realized that I'm not a very good farmer. I can process the birds if they don't look like birds.
I'll just leave the farming part to the boys.
Warning: If you're squeamish, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN. And please try not to notice the total and complete joy on my youngest son's face.
One of us is going to need therapy.
Matthew...a Future Farmer of America
My "Mister"...wishing he were on a beach somewhere else.
The greatest tasting, organic poultry...ever.
If I do say so myself.