This post may offend those with a weak stomach. Today I read this great blog post on composting in your kitchen. It answered all my questions except one.My composter has liquid in it. I wanted to know if this should be drained. No where can I find any answers to my liquid in the compost bin question.
I asked the director at Sonny and Declan's preschool. After all she is who inspired me to compost after giving me three little dried up turd looking things last year on Earth day and told me to throw them in my yard. Well the little turd where made by the worms in the kids compost bin. I put them in a flower pot and the most beautiful wild flowers grew. They lasted all winter and are still sitting on my front porch.
She told me there should be no liquid. I'm puzzled because the vegetable scraps drain their liquid. This got her excited and all of a sudden she's talking about ammonia forming as white powder and having to throw everything including the worms. Well what should I do? She tells me there should be a lot of news paper in the bottom to absorb the liquid and some on top.
Feeling panicky about the compost I come home and dump in in to a huge stock pot. It was that moment I thought I was going to die. Huge globs or goo, rot, mold, slime and red wriggle worms plopped in the pot. A putrid aroma overwhelmed the kitchen, living room and everywhere in my house. The smell was so crud my dog whimpered to be let outside and stood at our back door barking. Sonny is telling me Declan pooped until yelling at me to change his diaper. Declan is crying I NO POOPED! My head starts to hurt from tensing my face trying not to inhale through my nose.
I quickly shredded news paper and spooned the strewing compost back in to the container. Every window gets opened, air freshener sprayed like a fire extinguisher and candle lit.
Joey calmly looks at me and says. "Is that the smell of Karma?"
What a bad idea. Don't take compost out of it's container in your house EVER.
Your answer to the liquid in your composter question from where I sit in a nasty oder. Wait until the night before the trucks come to get your trash and dump it outside and start again. Use plenty of news paper before adding kitchen plant waste and worms. Or if you have a bigger compost thing going on outside........add your bucket of oozing death and a layer of lawn clippings on top of it.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
It's chick season
The boys and I went chick shopping. Actually we went to feed stores so I could find a book on raising chickens. We could see some peeps this way. The first store we went to was in Alamo, CA. I have passed by the store for years driving to work. The guy who works there knows nothing about chickens except they have four kinds. We played with the chicks a little while. It was a little troubling seeing my boys who are not gentle at all handling something so delicate. Next we went to Feed & Pet Supply 228 Hookston Rd, Pleasant Hill, CA 94523-3921 (925) 940-1200 They have a guy there that knows chickens. Their chicks are separated and labeled by breed. They have a calender of when each breed of chick will arrive from the hatcheries. The chicks are vaccinated and some have been sexed. I think a sexed chicken is separated male from female. I am still not clear on what that means?? They have chicken supplies including choices of coops and guided me to a book about raising chickens with kids he says he has heard nothing but positive feed back. Also told me about a chicken rescue who will take a rooster if we get one by accident. I bought the book and some red wiggler worms for my compost.
The book is called Your Chickens. by Gail Damerow. From what I can tell she wrote a whole series of books for kids about raising farm animals. I read the entire book while letting my kids roam at Chuck E. Cheese. I'm glad I read it. It brought up a lot of answers for questions I've had.
Now that Warren is supportive of my chicken idea I need to know what I'm getting myself into. Chickens are not cats or dogs. There is a lot to learn about them that is not common know how. With cats or dogs it's easy. They need a place to go potty, eat and drink. You take them to the vet for vaccines and handle them so they are tame. There is not a lot or restrictions or permits on cats or dogs.
Chickens as a pet. I live in a suburb, in a rental with a backyard. For me I have the need to know before presenting my land lord with the idea of a chickens. This web site will show you what the laws are in your area around chickens. In Concord CA where I live I can have up to 12 chickens and roosters are OK. No permits are required. Chickens keep all the bugs away from your home. There are two major up front costs when raising chicks. First is the Brooder. This is a box or tub with a heat lamp. Chicks need to 100 degrees and the temp needs to be reduced 5 degrees every week until the chicks have all their feathers. This is when they can be introduced to their coop the second and much larger expense.
The Brooder you can buy premade or make one your self. I have seen some really expensive brooders up to $400 and some really cheap home made ones. The basics you need in a brooder is to keep the chicks warm, clean and safe. In the book they say you can use a box with litter on the floor and a lamp you can hang over the top. The closer the lamp to the chicks the warmer they are. You'll need something to hang the lamp from, a feeder and a waterer. If you have a cat or other pet that will be interested in the chicks you will need a lid you can fasten to the box, to keep them safe. Most people keep the chicks in their house during this period.
The coop can be very pricey. The one I like is $1100 and comes with a fox proof run, is easy to clean and houses
10 chickens at Omlet . Another brand I saw at both feed stores has some less expensive choices starting about $160 dollars. They looked poorly made to me but the chicken guy fromt the second feed store said they were fine after you improve on them some. There are also plans you can get for coops to build your self. Craigslist.org has a few small businesses that build and sale coops as well. The main thing in your chicken coop is to make sure other animals can't get to your chickens, it should be draft free, kept dry with a nesting box and a perch.
You can let your chickens run free in your yard. They will eat all the bugs and anything else the can find. Chickens learn from pecking and the area your chicken is allowed in should be free of objects that can harm them. A fench too keep dogs out is prefered and a net or chicken wire will keep other creatures from getting to your birds or your birds escaping. Young birds and smaller ones will fly.
Seem like a lot of work I don't mind doing I just worry about moving. To us a rental is temporary. We have been looking for the right house for over a year and I can't imagine moving five kids, a cat, a dog and a flock of chickens. So this year I think I'll research more seriously this year and hopefully Warren and I will find that special place where we can have chickens. I just think I need to be a grown up instead of a eager child and wait a little longer for my chickens. It seems I still have a lot of research left and shopping to do.
The book is called Your Chickens. by Gail Damerow. From what I can tell she wrote a whole series of books for kids about raising farm animals. I read the entire book while letting my kids roam at Chuck E. Cheese. I'm glad I read it. It brought up a lot of answers for questions I've had.
Now that Warren is supportive of my chicken idea I need to know what I'm getting myself into. Chickens are not cats or dogs. There is a lot to learn about them that is not common know how. With cats or dogs it's easy. They need a place to go potty, eat and drink. You take them to the vet for vaccines and handle them so they are tame. There is not a lot or restrictions or permits on cats or dogs.
Chickens as a pet. I live in a suburb, in a rental with a backyard. For me I have the need to know before presenting my land lord with the idea of a chickens. This web site will show you what the laws are in your area around chickens. In Concord CA where I live I can have up to 12 chickens and roosters are OK. No permits are required. Chickens keep all the bugs away from your home. There are two major up front costs when raising chicks. First is the Brooder. This is a box or tub with a heat lamp. Chicks need to 100 degrees and the temp needs to be reduced 5 degrees every week until the chicks have all their feathers. This is when they can be introduced to their coop the second and much larger expense.
The Brooder you can buy premade or make one your self. I have seen some really expensive brooders up to $400 and some really cheap home made ones. The basics you need in a brooder is to keep the chicks warm, clean and safe. In the book they say you can use a box with litter on the floor and a lamp you can hang over the top. The closer the lamp to the chicks the warmer they are. You'll need something to hang the lamp from, a feeder and a waterer. If you have a cat or other pet that will be interested in the chicks you will need a lid you can fasten to the box, to keep them safe. Most people keep the chicks in their house during this period.
The coop can be very pricey. The one I like is $1100 and comes with a fox proof run, is easy to clean and houses
10 chickens at Omlet . Another brand I saw at both feed stores has some less expensive choices starting about $160 dollars. They looked poorly made to me but the chicken guy fromt the second feed store said they were fine after you improve on them some. There are also plans you can get for coops to build your self. Craigslist.org has a few small businesses that build and sale coops as well. The main thing in your chicken coop is to make sure other animals can't get to your chickens, it should be draft free, kept dry with a nesting box and a perch. You can let your chickens run free in your yard. They will eat all the bugs and anything else the can find. Chickens learn from pecking and the area your chicken is allowed in should be free of objects that can harm them. A fench too keep dogs out is prefered and a net or chicken wire will keep other creatures from getting to your birds or your birds escaping. Young birds and smaller ones will fly.
Seem like a lot of work I don't mind doing I just worry about moving. To us a rental is temporary. We have been looking for the right house for over a year and I can't imagine moving five kids, a cat, a dog and a flock of chickens. So this year I think I'll research more seriously this year and hopefully Warren and I will find that special place where we can have chickens. I just think I need to be a grown up instead of a eager child and wait a little longer for my chickens. It seems I still have a lot of research left and shopping to do.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
My Fitness Pal
About a week ago my sister-in-law posted on Facebook a link for a free calorie counter. I have been trying to lose my post baby weight for over two years now. I had gone from 140 pounds to 198 pounds. Needless to say, anything to get rid of the weight at this point was welcome. After all, it's starting to feel not like post-baby weight, but just fat.
It kills me every time I see my pre-pregancy photos, or feel like people look at me like I'm lazy. I've done Weight Watchers, Slim fast, Acia Berry cleanse, worked out three times a week on the eliptical, and served as a referee for four youth soccer games a week -- and sometimes all in a single day. Still, I have been stuck at 193 pounds.
Today, I record everything I pop in my mouth on my cell phone with the My Finess Pal, the free calorie counter. So far, a week into it, it seems to be working. Two weeks ago I weighed 198 pounds at the doctors office; today I'm 188 pounds. I'm eating 1,200 calories a day. The app for my cell has a scanner that tells me how may calories and all the other goodies per serving. I can quickly add calories without a bar code. I can also record my activities and it will tell me how many calories I've burned.
Here's the best part: I've eaten chicken nuggets, French fries, tacos, pizza, and beer. OK, I also ate salads, oatmeal, and healthy food, too. I think the trick is I have a running calculator. so I can see if I can afford to eat Taco Bell or if I should go home and eat steamed veggies. I also get more calories the more activies I do. My workout has been three or four brisk walks for 10 minutes a day and gardening with my kids. I am more encouraged to do more activies the hungrier I get, and then after I've done the activity, I'm not as hungry. It's really weird.
I have a ticker at the bottom of my blog so you can see my progress. I want to lose 42 pounds, and today is March 6th. Look at it again in a week or two. If you're trying to lose weight too, chime in and tell me how you're doing -- and what you're doing!
It kills me every time I see my pre-pregancy photos, or feel like people look at me like I'm lazy. I've done Weight Watchers, Slim fast, Acia Berry cleanse, worked out three times a week on the eliptical, and served as a referee for four youth soccer games a week -- and sometimes all in a single day. Still, I have been stuck at 193 pounds.
Today, I record everything I pop in my mouth on my cell phone with the My Finess Pal, the free calorie counter. So far, a week into it, it seems to be working. Two weeks ago I weighed 198 pounds at the doctors office; today I'm 188 pounds. I'm eating 1,200 calories a day. The app for my cell has a scanner that tells me how may calories and all the other goodies per serving. I can quickly add calories without a bar code. I can also record my activities and it will tell me how many calories I've burned.
Here's the best part: I've eaten chicken nuggets, French fries, tacos, pizza, and beer. OK, I also ate salads, oatmeal, and healthy food, too. I think the trick is I have a running calculator. so I can see if I can afford to eat Taco Bell or if I should go home and eat steamed veggies. I also get more calories the more activies I do. My workout has been three or four brisk walks for 10 minutes a day and gardening with my kids. I am more encouraged to do more activies the hungrier I get, and then after I've done the activity, I'm not as hungry. It's really weird.
I have a ticker at the bottom of my blog so you can see my progress. I want to lose 42 pounds, and today is March 6th. Look at it again in a week or two. If you're trying to lose weight too, chime in and tell me how you're doing -- and what you're doing!
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Eco Baby: Essential Tips for the Eco-Conscious New Mom
My dirt for my flower bed came in. This is making me a back yard bound Mama today. I thought I'd share an article about a few of my passions. One parenting, two being environmentally conscious, three planing new rooms. Technically some of the article can apply to anyone remodeling. I hope you all enjoy.
Eco Baby: Essential Tips for the Eco-Conscious New Mom
Eco Baby: Essential Tips for the Eco-Conscious New Mom
Friday, March 4, 2011
Struggling with my preteen girl
I love my daughter. She has been my princess and in a way, my best friend. She's beautiful, funny, smart, and a lovely person. She also seems really sad.
My daughter lives 60/40 between my house and her father's. At my house she has a stepsister, a younger cousin who she has accepted as her brother, and two little half-brothers in preschool. She shares her room and has a lot of trust with the responsibilities she's given. She is also a kid. She has media time, sports, play dates and sleepovers.
At her dad's house she is an only child. She has been the little princess there and does not have many rules to follow, mostly because she is naturally well-behaved. She has unlimited access to any age-appropriate toy, game, TV, and website she wants. She has had some pretty cool girlfriends to share with her Dad, too. I am never told whether she seems sad at his house, but she is at mine.
I can understand that, as a child, being the only child can be awesome. You have undivided attention. Being the last of seven kids myself, I became an only child by the time I was 11, when all my siblings moved out. I can also understand that having brothers and sisters is awesome, too. There's almost always someone to play with or talk to. I shared my room with my sister for the first half of my childhood, with a brother in the room next door. It was challenging, but fun, too.
I have trouble with the changes my daughter's going through. She's going to be a young woman sooner than I can imagine, I'm sure. Maybe I'm too focused on it. Some things have already changed. The most obvious are the mood swings. It's becoming more challenging every day to connect with her. She gets her feelings easily hurt during normal conversation and joking around -- mostly because she doesn't understand the context of what is being talked about. We have lots of tears I have no idea where they come from. When I try to talk to her the walls go up. This crushes my heart. I just want to hug her and make her happy like I do with my preschoolers. It's clear to me she is my baby, but will not be treated as one.
Justin Bieber is her pin up. She reads books and magazines and listens to his music, and has 30 or more posters of his face plastered on her walls. He is the ultimate star in her world. Justin Bieber to me is a way to talk to her. First I learned the words to his songs and talking about what songs she likes. Then we went to the opening night of Never Say Never the movie. We had a great time. We loaded up on junk food, wore 3D glasses and took our picture in one of those photo booths. She even told me things that were cool to know. (Not mentioning what.) But as soon as we get home the tears are turned on. It wasn't the night she had imagined. No explanation why it was such an awful night, just very upset. I can't win.
When my daughter and I do connect its magical. I am a such a proud mother. An example is when she and I are having talks about uncomfortable topics. Puberty. Boys. Bullies. Siblings. She comes alive with questions and her own stories. I finally hear about what she likes and what bothers her and what she would like to try to do to accomplish new things in her life. She is a brilliant deep thinker.
I'm a weepy mother when I'm happy. I know, how embarrassing. If I do it in our home and tell her how proud I am of her she gives that big warm smile I love to see. I am just not allowed to embarrass her in public with my happy tears.
I know she will only be this age once. I can only hope that she does keep me close to her as her entire life shifts from child to teen then to adult. I can remember how much I didn't know and how alone I felt thinking I was alone in my changes. I hope to be compationate, understanding and avalible to her and still be able to give her a little guidance here and there when she needs it.
I love my baby girl and I am sure I'm going to love my wonderful grown daughter, too. I may need lots of help an advice along the way. She's strong willed.
My daughter lives 60/40 between my house and her father's. At my house she has a stepsister, a younger cousin who she has accepted as her brother, and two little half-brothers in preschool. She shares her room and has a lot of trust with the responsibilities she's given. She is also a kid. She has media time, sports, play dates and sleepovers.
At her dad's house she is an only child. She has been the little princess there and does not have many rules to follow, mostly because she is naturally well-behaved. She has unlimited access to any age-appropriate toy, game, TV, and website she wants. She has had some pretty cool girlfriends to share with her Dad, too. I am never told whether she seems sad at his house, but she is at mine.
I can understand that, as a child, being the only child can be awesome. You have undivided attention. Being the last of seven kids myself, I became an only child by the time I was 11, when all my siblings moved out. I can also understand that having brothers and sisters is awesome, too. There's almost always someone to play with or talk to. I shared my room with my sister for the first half of my childhood, with a brother in the room next door. It was challenging, but fun, too.
I have trouble with the changes my daughter's going through. She's going to be a young woman sooner than I can imagine, I'm sure. Maybe I'm too focused on it. Some things have already changed. The most obvious are the mood swings. It's becoming more challenging every day to connect with her. She gets her feelings easily hurt during normal conversation and joking around -- mostly because she doesn't understand the context of what is being talked about. We have lots of tears I have no idea where they come from. When I try to talk to her the walls go up. This crushes my heart. I just want to hug her and make her happy like I do with my preschoolers. It's clear to me she is my baby, but will not be treated as one.
Justin Bieber is her pin up. She reads books and magazines and listens to his music, and has 30 or more posters of his face plastered on her walls. He is the ultimate star in her world. Justin Bieber to me is a way to talk to her. First I learned the words to his songs and talking about what songs she likes. Then we went to the opening night of Never Say Never the movie. We had a great time. We loaded up on junk food, wore 3D glasses and took our picture in one of those photo booths. She even told me things that were cool to know. (Not mentioning what.) But as soon as we get home the tears are turned on. It wasn't the night she had imagined. No explanation why it was such an awful night, just very upset. I can't win.
When my daughter and I do connect its magical. I am a such a proud mother. An example is when she and I are having talks about uncomfortable topics. Puberty. Boys. Bullies. Siblings. She comes alive with questions and her own stories. I finally hear about what she likes and what bothers her and what she would like to try to do to accomplish new things in her life. She is a brilliant deep thinker.
I'm a weepy mother when I'm happy. I know, how embarrassing. If I do it in our home and tell her how proud I am of her she gives that big warm smile I love to see. I am just not allowed to embarrass her in public with my happy tears.
I know she will only be this age once. I can only hope that she does keep me close to her as her entire life shifts from child to teen then to adult. I can remember how much I didn't know and how alone I felt thinking I was alone in my changes. I hope to be compationate, understanding and avalible to her and still be able to give her a little guidance here and there when she needs it.
I love my baby girl and I am sure I'm going to love my wonderful grown daughter, too. I may need lots of help an advice along the way. She's strong willed.
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