What would Cameron do....: Who talked me into these chickens?

The reason I started this blog...

Two years ago, I was flying on a plane to take my son out to visit college prospects. I'm a nervous flyer, so I started reading an article in a magazine about Cameron Diaz. Now, I had never really thought about her other than being in movies, some good, some not so good. But, after reading the article, I was inspired! She does a lot of fun things! It basically said that she never says no to any kind of fun. I wondered what would happen if I started being more like that. I started incorporating the phrase "What would Cameron do?" into my daily life and I have to say, it has made a huge difference. So this blog is basically about me trying to be a more positive person and do things that initially inspire fear, but make my life more exciting! Kind of like the movie "Yes, Man"...but more realistic since I am somebody's mother and I have to plow through those piles of laundry and unload the dishwasher occasionally...Hope you enjoy my journey!

Friday, August 3, 2012

Who talked me into these chickens?

In a moment of maternal weakness, I let my daughter buy these fuzzy, adorable, cute little chicks that have mutated into the biggest flock of maniacs I have ever seen. I don't know how those tiny little pellets of chicken food multiply into such vast piles of chicken doot, but it's akin to the loaves and fishes story we've all heard in church. I figure with the wood chips ($26.50), feed ($14.00/bag), time I spend mucking through their smelly coop (interminable), time I spend nagging my daughter to check on them (painful), and the Prilosec ($10.00 copay) and mouth guard I need from the stress of them, each egg will cost me about $6.36 by the time they start hatching in October. By then, my yard will be a Superfund site and my stomach acid will have eroded not just mine, but all the esophagus' within a six mile radius of my house. Who wants an omelet?