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[ChickyChickyBaby]

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Ummmm Joy.... my grandmother and mom honestly did it. I tried to cut grass once when I was younger...til I got too close to the power guide wires and knocked gas tank off. Scared my dad. he got one of those fancy lawnmowers now ( like big landscape companies use - and golf courses) and I asked to drive it........LMAO he told me NO NO NO right quick. Not to even sit on it LMAO. I was 16-17 my first real job was bilo - cashier. only thing I had to clean was my register area. then I went to McDs and learned to mop.

I had chores to do. Lord. You know, fold towels, vaccum sometimes, make my bed, clean my room, dust sometimes, empty trashcans (this was my sister's job - she would have to get the small trash cans from bathrooms and if any in my or her bedroom and empty into compactor in the kitchen) And after supper, whatever dishes did not fit in dishwasher or whatever my mom did not put in there for whatever reason, mom washed them and I dried them immediately and put them away. When I did not go hide in the bathroom so my sister had to do it.

My grandmother taught me how to be what she wanted me to be ... a snobby lady that hosted lunches and stuff for church ladies and such crap. But that cook my own food for it! She wanted me to not have to work. She is probably rolling over in her grave over these chickens. My grandmother was a professional cook - she did not teach her kids how to be snobby but did me She taught me how to be what she wanted for me. It was not a basket of daisies the years I lived with her, either.

ETA: I was NOT snobby - not in school either....I was not even a prep.

 

[ChickyChickyBaby]

Gosh, I've been cutting grass since I was 10 years old (and cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, stacking wood etc.). I've had a "real" job since I was 15 but I worked on my lunch break in school at 13 years old. I like the sound of that being spoiled thing. How do I get that?

I learned how to iron at age 19, I could a little ... but did not learn how to do it well until then. Then I did get snobby and started taking things to the drycleaners to have it pressed LOL

I don't iron now unless there is a funeral.

ETA: Or unless I am helping my mom. She irons every week.

 

[Joycats]

Ummmm Joy.... my grandmother and mom honestly did it. I tried to cut grass once when I was younger...til I got too close to the power guide wires and knocked gas tank off. Scared my dad. he got one of those fancy lawnmowers now ( like big landscape companies use - and golf courses) and I asked to drive it........LMAO he told me NO NO NO right quick. Not to even sit on it LMAO. I was 16-17 my first real job was bilo - cashier. only thing I had to clean was my register area. then I went to McDs and learned to mop.

I had chores to do. Lord. You know, fold towels, vaccum sometimes, make my bed, clean my room, dust sometimes, empty trashcans (this was my sister's job - she would have to get the small trash cans from bathrooms and if any in my or her bedroom and empty into compactor in the kitchen) And after supper, whatever dishes did not fit in dishwasher or whatever my mom did not put in there for whatever reason, mom washed them and I dried them immediately and put them away. When I did not go hide in the bathroom so my sister had to do it.

My grandmother taught me how to be what she wanted me to be ... a snobby lady that hosted lunches and stuff for church ladies and such crap. But that cook my own food for it! She wanted me to not have to work. She is probably rolling over in her grave over these chickens. My grandmother was a professional cook - she did not teach her kids how to be snobby but did me She taught me how to be what she wanted for me. It was not a basket of daisies the years I lived with her, either.

ETA: I was NOT snobby - not in school either....I was not even a prep.

Well you're sure not snobby now! LOL

But I like that "spoiled" sounding life style. Never had it myself. My mother worked me like a dog. She worked fulltime so I was expected to pick up the slack at home. Even at 10 years old, came home from school bus to an empty house and was responsible for my younger brother, homework and getting supper started. My summers were spent with my Grandmother but I worked with her. I learned how to can/freeze vegetables, make homemade sweet pickles, garden etc. and I enjoyed that really. Spending time with her never really felt like a chore and I'm very thankful now for what I learned from my Grandma. It was a reprieve from being at home. I also had to dust, vacuum, mop, take out the trash. My Dad had beagles (rabbit dogs) and I would go hide in the doghouse with the dogs.

If ever I was spotted looking like I didn't have something to do, somebody would give me something to do. Now my brother.....that's a different story. He played baseball, that's all he ever had time for. Didn't work a job til he was out of college.

 

[Joycats]

I learned how to iron at age 19, I could a little ... but did not learn how to do it well until then. Then I did get snobby and started taking things to the drycleaners to have it pressed LOL

I don't iron now unless there is a funeral.

Oh I HATE to iron! Like you, I only iron when there is a funeral. And only then if I have too. I usually have to hunt my iron!

And then I have to hunt good shoes, you know I only wear crocs or boots.

 

[WestKnollAmy]

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Well, I am still trying to catch up. However, it is looooonnnngg past my bedtime and I have tons to do tomorrow and people coming and OMG, I am already wore out.

However! I did finish one duck coop and got the gate on the run so they can use it. They are such good kids, too. When it was bedtime and I pointed to their new coop they walked right into it! I love my lavender Muscovy's!!! And of the 14 eggs i have set from them only one is not going to make it. I saw a blood ring when i candled tonight but the others are in great shape. Good thing since I have a waiting list for these ducklings and eggs. Naturally, I will be keeping a good many for myself.

I also took barn cats to be spayed today and picked them up. They were less than pleased.

And I love you guys!! I hate missing so much!

 

[ChickyChickyBaby]

Well you're sure not snobby now! LOL

But I like that "spoiled" sounding life style. Never had it myself. My mother worked me like a dog. She worked fulltime so I was expected to pick up the slack at home. Even at 10 years old, came home from school bus to an empty house and was responsible for my younger brother, homework and getting supper started. My summers were spent with my Grandmother but I worked with her. I learned how to can/freeze vegetables, make homemade sweet pickles, garden etc. and I enjoyed that really. Spending time with her never really felt like a chore and I'm very thankful now for what I learned from my Grandma. It was a reprieve from being at home. I also had to dust, vacuum, mop, take out the trash. My Dad had beagles (rabbit dogs) and I would go hide in the doghouse with the dogs.

If ever I was spotted looking like I didn't have something to do, somebody would give me something to do. Now my brother.....that's a different story. He played baseball, that's all he ever had time for. Didn't work a job til he was out of college.

I bucked and bucked at my grandmother over being a snob. Some of my closest friends and dearest were not in the "in" crowd. I never would have known them if I had been snobby.

Besides - proper ladies should not show a temper.

And that is something I cannot help sometimes - thanks to genes!

My sister and I stayed with a lady after school for a couple of years when our house was broken into while no one home but in broad daylight.
Before that and after I was in 7th or 8th grade I was there and watched her for couple of hours til mom and dad got home.... did it on saturdays too whenever they had to work. I fixed snacks after school (easy peasy) and we were expected to do our homework etc etc.

I was mean as heck back then too...(yeah still am)...so plenty of times I would spend afternoons threatening to go kick someone's butt for giving my little sister a hard time.

No sleeping late either. LOL nope nope nope.


I liked learning to cook from my grandmother more than anyone else.......I made my first biscuits at age 3 or 4 I remember standing in a chair and stirring the dough. and trying to roll them out which I could not do.

 

[WestKnollAmy]

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Then that boy better Man Up! He needs to get her knocked up! ROTFL, I guess that doesn't happen in the chicken world.
You may have to pluck butts or trim. Some of my pens are doing great and others not so great.

 

[ChickyChickyBaby]

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I have the same iron I got at our wedding shower! LMAO! It is in the cabinet in the laundry room.

I always have to hunt shoes. Like those I wore today - I have no dang clue where I took them off. Either in bathroom, in teh closet, in the kitchen, laundry room or living room or even probably in the Jeep.

 

[Joycats]

So - what we are hatching - I have 120 eggs in the incubator. They are a combination of marans (blue and black), blue orpingtons, giant blue cochins, bantam and frizzle cochins, 2 Sebastopol eggs, 2 call duck eggs and silkie eggs from Kimberly and Nikki and also some eggs from a customer. I am watching 60 of the eggs as they were in my other incubator when the heating elements went bad. I don't think they're going to make it but I hate to give up, that batch includes my silkie eggs from Nikki and my call duck eggs.

I'm getting ready to add 15 BLRW eggs, another Sebastopol egg and another call duck egg. Oh yes, there are also a few d'uccle eggs and today I got an egg from my blue d'uccle so it will go in also. AND I forgot about the polish crested eggs. I gotta get that second incubator back up and running, I'm getting low on space in there.

 

[WestKnollAmy]

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I don't think I want to count. DH counted how many Mottled Cochins I have now in 4 breeding pens and said I finally should have enough....for this year! He is such an enabler!
I don't count chickens so maybe my feed bill won't be so enormous!
And after putting $70 in gas in the truck this week, that horse is starting to look good again.