My Weekend.

Hi everyone.   How was your weekend?

Me?  Oh mine was kindda like this …

My website crapped out,
My desire to ever make dinner as long as I live crapped out.
My coop building energy crapped out.
And my chickens crapped out.  All over my backyard.  Crap.  Everywhere.

And then something miraculous happened.

A couple of kind strangers offered to rescue my website,
My fella made and cleaned up after all meals, all weekend,
My sister appeared out of the blue, tools in hand to spend 16 hours helping me build the coop.
(Nothing changed with the chicken crap.  It’s still everywhere.)

And suddenly my weekend was lookin’ more  like this …


All without the help of this …



Or this …

Or this …


But, thank God for this.  

Look, a girl can’t make it through a multi-leveled crisis without a little help.  And Ruffled chips are completely different from plain ones in case you were wondering.

It left me with a funny feeling at the end of the weekend.  Being helped so much.   I’m not what you’d call good with help.  I like to do things myself.  It’s a personality flaw.  I think a lot of us are like that.

Not really willing to ask for help, but terribly glad when it’s offered to us.

So thank you kind strangers.

Thank you fella.

(I swear to you I cannot find any pictures of this man wearing clothing)

Thank you sister.

Thank you potato chips.

I couldn’t have done it without you.  Well, technically I could have.  But there would have been a lot more swearing.



  1. Sandi says:

    Love, love, love your style. I could spend LOTS of time just reading your old posts. . . but I’d better get back to work. :)

  2. Megan says:

    Man, thanks for the honesty. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it! I just found your site and I’ll know I’ll stop by again soon. Hope today is going well for you. Happy blogging, decorating, & living-Megan

  3. medical office interior design says:

    At least your weekend ended on a good note and thats what is important. So nice to have people that just come over and help, I am bad about asking for help or taking people up on it when they offer but its great when people don’t give you a choice, they know you well enough to just come over because they know you will never ask:)

  4. B.J.M says:

    Toss “your poop” on the roses, get that guy to stand-up getting out of that water and be glad you weren’t with me!
    My dog and I got skunked Sunday, as I reached over to grab him while he bounced to a “black & white” [not a cop car] by the side of the house. I’d forgot to put the garbage bag in the box. DUH!
    Yesterday he ran towards a swampy area, while on our walk across the road. As I repeatedly called him, a Wood Duck cruised at low altitude by my face. My already still skunk-smelly after 2 baths, 8 yr old Golden Retriever, who wont RETRIEVE a damned ball, was splashing about in black, mucky, toxic GM-Oshawa, stench on high, swamp water.
    The dog bath, the dog towels and my clothing laundry loads, my shower… all over again.

    Wish I had a Sister.

  5. Susan says:

    Thanks for sharing umh .. those arms…
    Always a pleasure Karen …

  6. Rose says:

    Hey Karen!
    Sounds like a great weekend! Sorry about all the “crap” that you went through. I’m relatively a new follower and don’t know (haven’t seen a post mentioning it) if you’re already doing this, but are you saving the poo for fertilizer? Apparently according to the CBC show “dirt girl world”, all you have to do is get some poo and add water and then spread the love. Ahh what I retain whilst watching endless children’s shows.
    Second I love, love, LOVE your series about the dollar store items. Is there going to be another? Please say yes!

    • Karen says:

      Hi Rose – Funny thing. Tonight as I was cleaning out the coop my fella said … Hmm. Too bad we couldn’t sell the stuff. I told him we probably could because chicken poop is coveted among gardeners. I didn’t know all you had to do was add water though! I assumed you’d have to let it, you know, ferment and break down like compost as you do with cow poop. Also, I will always do more Dollar Store posts. Hopefully when things have calmed down here I’ll get over to the Dollarama and come up with something great! Thanks for visiting the site. ~ karen

  7. amy walters, aDESIGNdock says:

    Oh Karen, how I love your stories. Glad you met up with some sweet strangers! You’re fab ;)

  8. Renee says:

    Karen –
    sounds like you had a pretty crappy weekend (no pun intended!) But also sounds like you find the light-heartedness in everything. Good for you, something to be admired. I was rasied with chickens. In fact, check out our coop, its the first picture in the post. I also used to, as one of my chores, have to pluck the dead chickens.

  9. Meg says:

    I have to say that I am so happy to have found this site! Thanks to Centsational Girl for getting me here. The posts are fabulous! Karen, I think you may be my new personal hero. But I have to say, this is the greatest group of commenters (is that a word?) I have ever encountered! Thanks for making my Monday, people!

    • Karen says:

      Meg – I’ve heard that before! You know, about how great I am. Heh. Oh dear … just kidding. A LOT of people mention about how great the comments on this site are. And I agree. They’re either incredibly thoughtful or insanely hilarious. Both excellent qualities in comments. :) ~ karen. Oops … Karen!

  10. Evalyn says:

    (I swear to you I cannot find any pictures of this man wearing clothing)

    I don’t understand the problem.

  11. Shauna says:

    Yay for help! Good job to you for accepting it;)

    We finished our coop this past weekend and we are so super excited about it! The chickens get picked up on July 9th. This weekend we will be sealing off any holes or escape routes in our backyard. After all this talk of indiscriminate poop, I’m thinking we really should build a run and not let the girls just wander around freely and unsupervised in our backyard.

    • Karen says:

      Shauna – They poo. A lot. A whole lot. Worse than that they love to eat all your perennials. Hostas? Gone. Eaten down to the nub. GONE. :( ~ karen

      • Shauna says:

        Got it, noted! Luckily most of our pretty stuff is in our front yard, but we do have some veges in the back. I’m thinking supervised free range times with a run for when we’re not home is best. Thanks;)

  12. Shawna says:

    Ruffles Regular Chips and Diet Coke! My two things that I would bring with me if I was ever stuck on a deserted island :)

    • Karen says:

      Shawna – Amen. ~ karen

    • Anne says:

      FYI…..if you drink from a can outside in summer you MUST ALWAYS USE A STRAW. My doctor told me that there is (at least) one person per day in ER because a wasp or bee stung them in the throat upon sipping from a can. And, depending on the sting and your body’s reaction your airway can become restricted. Just thought i’d mention that.

  13. Jenn says:

    Chicken truffles!

    I wish my dog would quit eating the ‘truffles’ under the bird feeder – unlike your chickes, I have no idea what went into these doves, and birds can eat stuff that’s toxic to mammals.

    Silly dog!

  14. Mr. Pickles says:

    If my boyfriend looked like that, I wouldn’t own any pictures of him with clothes on either!

  15. Craig Lawrence says:


    Your man is distractingly hot. He is what all men should look like. You’re a very lucky girl. I’m using his picture as my screen saver. You need to more of him in every post.


  16. Anne says:

    I am also guilty of doing everything myself until the “breakdown”. Its funny, because, I love lending a hand to others and feel good when they accept my help (whatever it may be) P.S. clothing is always optional when you look like that!

  17. Christina says:

    Wine, potato chips, loved ones… all are definitely the same things I prefer when needing comfort and help. Did you actually drink the wine WHILE working on the coop? That could have gotten interesting.

    • Karen says:

      Christina – No, no. I dealt with the disastrous weekend withOUT the wine. No. Definitely no wine drinking while using power tools. Or ever actually. Not a big wine fan. ~ karen!

  18. Holly says:

    That poop pic was a great start. Yay for help from others! Paying it forward is fun too; its good for the soul.

  19. Susan says:

    Sometimes it’s just nice to have an extra set of hands and someone to talk to so you don’t look weird talking to yourself. See you got a new miter saw, btw. Back in action.

  20. Nicole says:

    Hi Karen-

    You can do ANYTHING, but you can’t do EVERYTHING.

    (and that is OK…)

    Just thought you needed to hear that; I know that I sometimes do.

    Love your blog!

  21. Cindy says:

    When the guy was done swimming I hope he came over to help with the coop too!

  22. Karen J says:

    I’m with Kathe.
    Who was requesting pics of your man wearing clothing?

  23. Ecochic says:

    Don’t you love how sisters and boyfriends (sometimes) know exactly what to do to make you stop crying and freaking out and scaring the chickens?

  24. marilyn says:

    karen i personally hope you never find a picture where he has clothes on and is preferably in a kiddy pool with an inch of sister is a gem and thats what sisters are for..right? and the kind strangers? i bet it made them feel better than it did you. helping others makes you feel so great, the milk of human kindness..perfect food in this troubled world of ours.i am so happy for you that your weekend was turned around and in such a wonderful way! have a great week! xo marilyn

  25. sherri says:

    oh gawd- is that dill pickle dip??

    • Karen says:

      Sherri – O.K. Here’s the thing. I’ve never actually had dill pickle dip before. The first day my sister and I were working (Saturday) her husband came over at 4 o’clock with Diet Coke, Ruffles and some weird “Ruffles” dip which neither one of us had had before. It wasn’t labeled as “dill” but it sort of tasted like it had dill We ate it even if it was weird tasting. Then the next day at 4 o’clock my fella came home with Ruffles and Dill Pickle Helluva Good Dip for us cause the store had a sale on Helluva Good Dip and all the regular stuff was sold out. It too was weird tasting. But we ate it ’cause it was there. It wasn’t awful by any means, but I probably wouldn’t buy it again unless I had no other option. So in answer to your question, Yes. It is dill pickle dip. ~ karen

  26. nicola says:

    I`m glad you accepted the help. I love helping people! And since I don`t have kids I feel like I sometimes have `time on my hands`. Yay!

  27. Kim Merry says:

    Just when I start thinking poor Karen….working so hard on the chicken coop….then you show us a picture of the fella and suddenly I don’t feel sorry for you anymore!!!

  28. mimi says:

    Glad you got (and took!)help. I’m the same, hard to ask for help, hard even to take it when it’s offered, but we all need a little helping hand sometimes.
    Coop is looking good! Crap must be the price to pay for those lovely eggs.

  29. The ladder-come tray- come table is reminiscent of decorating in our house! Glad you didn’t resort to wine – and ruffled crisps really are different to plain ones.

    And I agree with Kathe about the photos!

  30. Julie shinnick says:

    Great weekend!
    ‘The kindness of strangers’
    Isn’t that from A Streetcar named Desire?

    Yes I agree with you Karen, I can be absolutely pig-headed about wanting to do things myself! Just ask my poor hubby!
    Don’t know how he contains himself sometimes!
    But I do leave the cooking to him! lol

  31. Awesome use of visuals. ;)

  32. rebecca gostin says:

    I’m the same way! And I totally agree, sometimes its nice when you get help even if its hard to admit that help is nice at times.
    Hey, how loud are your chickens anyway? My coop is almost finished and my neighbors were just telling me how loud hens are. I thought it was only when they lay an egg. Are your ladies annoyingly loud? I really couldn’t care less, but I may be making neighbors a little cranky. But then I think “Hey at least they are not a loud barking dog.”

  33. SK Farm Girl says:

    Firstly – no objections from Saskatchewan regarding the fact you have no pictures of your fella with clothes on! Hey – you posted it, we were “forced” to look! Secondly – your sister rocks – I hope you get her the best Christmas present EVER! Tell me about her work gloves; I’m in the market for a good pair! Thirdly, helpful strangers are the best; must have been “good deed weekend”! Glad to see your getting your “poop in a group”, Karen! LOL!

  34. Kathe says:

    We don’t
    want to see any pics with his clothes on..any questions?

  35. Adrienne Audrey says:

    Can’t wait to see the chicken coop all finished!

  36. Laura says:

    sweet family!

  37. Jennifer says:

    nice poo pic! didja know that the white part is the “pee” part?!, fyi? maybe a bit tmi too :)

    • Jenn says:

      Jennifer, that’s sorta what it is. The white part is formed of “urates” and is a highly concentrated form of urine. Birds do release actual urine as well, depending upon the water content of what they’ve eaten. When my girls have been at a watermelon, their poop is very watery.

      This may gross some people out, so don’t read if you’re sensitive to this stuff. My mom’s of the “don’t want to know” contingent – if you are, don’t continue.

      Birds only have one hole “down there”. All their various excretions empty into their large intestine. Even the egg passes through this hole, called the “cloaca” or “vent”.

      And for Karen – get used to the crap. I call my girls “indiscriminate poopers”. I don’t wear shoes into my house anymore, nor do we allow the chickens into most parts of the yard. If we’re not stepping in the dookie, the dog is hoovering it up. We call them “chicken truffles” when she does that.

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