Your Chickens are Trying to Kill Me!

Wifey seems to be having a bit of an issue with the ladies.  I don’t understand what the problem is?  The girls are sweet as can be to me. They say “good morning” and even move over, just a bit, so I can easily collect their eggs.  Yet, Wifey tells a bit of a different tale.  I think it is time for a little Wifey interview, to shed some light on the chicken situation…

Me:Ok, now what is the problem with the girls?

Wifey: They are trying to kill me!

Me:Don’t you think you are overreacting just a bit?  They are sweet ladies, and I really don’t think they are trying to hurt you.

Wifey:You were not out there!

Me:Ok, I agree.  I did not collect eggs today.  Why don’t you tell me what happened and what you did to upset the ladies.

Wifey: I did not do a thing to upset the ladies!  That white one, with the dot on her head, tried to kill me!

Me: Do you mean my sweet Angel?  The polish/silkie cross?

Wifey: That chicken is a mutt!  And, it behaves like a pterodactyl…no a raptor!

Me: Angel has always been sweet and gentle with me.  Are you sure we are talking about the same chicken?

Wifey: I knew you would not believe me, so I have surveillance footage for proof!  I nearly lost a finger because of that bird!

Me: Ok, let’s see it…

Wifey:See!  I told you! I am so done with that chicken!

Me: I am sorry, but I have to side with Angel.  She was obviously frightened.  You did not even say hello to her, you just reached down, with your scary farm glove and tried to steal her potential babies!  I would attack you, too!

Wifey:Of course you would side with a chicken!  (Insert eye roll)  That chicken and her brood are all yours tomorrow.  I am so done!  And by the way, Mama tried to kill me, too!

“Mama” – Partridge Rock

After this conversation, I decided to walk out to Angel’s coop and check in on her.  I immediately said “hello” and scooped her up.  She glanced at me, with those beautiful eyes  and gave her usual friendly chirp!  Look at that face!  Does that look like the face of a killer?

Sweet Angel

Watch for an update, coming soon, about Wifey and the so-called “killer chickens”.

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…



Pure Torture

There are very few things in life that I truly despise. I attempt to find the positive in any situation, but there is one event that I avoid like the plague. It is far worse than cooked green beans or my annual OB/GYN visit. In fact, I would choose to give birth to my 13 pound twins, all over again, before partaking in this event. You’re probably thinking, what can be worse than that!? One thing…the dentist!


I dislike…. no, despise the dentist. Going to the dentist is a fancy cover-up for a modern-day torture chamber. Contemplate this… When I enter that bright and cheery waiting room, complete with Nemo, swimming in a large saltwater tank, I instantly become suspicious. There are perky ladies, behind the counter, with flawless pearly whites. (Those teeth would give Michigan’s freshly fallen snow serious competition!) Overly perky, middle-aged women, with perfect teeth??? This was also a serious concern.

No one is that happy, every moment of every day. It is impossible! I can say this from experience. I am an upbeat and perky person, 95% of the time. Yet, I do have a dark-side. I can get the grumbles and have my panties in a wad in 2 seconds flat. Once again, no one is continuously filled with perfect smiles and fairy dust…it is purely impossible.

Tomorrow, I am the victim… I will sit and wait in agony, knowing what the dentist will do to me. A humongous auger will drill in my mouth, mining for gems and treasures. The sounds that will come from the back room will fill my body with chills, from head to toe. My teeth are instantly clenched just contemplating the thought.  I must try to relax and focus on Nemo, who will whisper to me, “Just keep swimming”, from the tank.

If you don’t hear from me again, you will know why…


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Meet Michael!

On Tuesday, I announced the three beautiful individuals, that were selected by my family, to receive birthday gifts from Growing Self. You met Kelly on Wednesday and Darren yesterday! Today, I would like to celebrate the talented, funny and poetic wonder, Michael. Here is his story…♥

Meet Michael!


It has been said that a few years ago I had a mid-life crisis. I ceased to pride myself on doing what other people expected of me and I decided to put right some of the things that were not right in my life.

For many people all they saw was that I got the tattoos I had always threatened to have done but never did, I picked up the convertible car I had always fancied but always decided against and abandoned my faith and took up drinking the most wonderful cocktails.

It was not a completely painless experience though, it certainly took some adjusting to but I did not feel particularly moved to explain all of my decisions to everyone, instead simply starting to live in a different way and deal with the things that I felt had held me back.

Call it what you will, I don’t really mind, but I can honestly say that it was a most wonderfully liberating experience and once those nearest and dearest had got used to the change in me I think that they were unanimous in their opinions that I was a considerably happier and more content individual.

Fast forward 5 years and I again find myself in a place where I feel an urge deep down that needs to be scratched. I’m still a little uncertain how it happened but before I know it last July I had started a blog and what a ride it has been. I have expressed things I would never have considered previously, and I have been affected by the work of others and have seen how my words have brought both laughter and tears to people who have been kind enough to take their time to read it.

Most importantly though connections with people have been made and for me that is a big thing. I am not a particularly social or emotional person, and as an old grey haired tattooed dog not one for new tricks so to find myself being something I did not think I was is a big deal and the influence of others in the blogosphere in this journey has been quite something indeed.

I highly recommend you visit Michael’s blog!  His writing and poetry will make you laugh one minute and cry the next!  Such a talent!

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…