We are a small Hobby Farm with just a HINT of insanity. Maybe a tad more. Nestled near the foothills of the Blue Ridge, we raise and sell poultry, hatching eggs, and goats. My husband, Gregg, aka the Voice O' Reason, keeps me alive and off the 6 o'clock news. Our daughter, Rebekah, is special needs - which mostly means she's way smarter than most. We also have a daughter, Elisabeth, and a son, Ben. One married, one about to be. That should sum things up enough to follow along.
Friday, June 28, 2019
The Cake
Well. The cake is made. Bless it’s tilted little heart. The top keeps sliding off. Whatever. I put it in the icebox in hopes the icing will harden and hold back the landslide. And, yes, I tried REALLY hard to make it look better. This is the BETTER. And, no, I’m not on pain killers. I flushed them yesterday after the computer debacle. Leaving me with no excuse. If nothing else I’ll serve it in cups. SMH
Morning Entertainment
I've decided to give this blogging thing one more try. So. Here we go!
Just finished running around my yard in my nightgown wielding a fish net chasing a surprisingly FAST baby chick that ran between pasture and yard oh I don’t know- 800 times? Meanwhile I’m throwing things and yelling at the barn cat who has zeroed in, whilst CROWS fly over head hoping to also get a quick snack. I must be a channel by now on my neighbors entertainment station. I should start charging money for the show.
Just finished running around my yard in my nightgown wielding a fish net chasing a surprisingly FAST baby chick that ran between pasture and yard oh I don’t know- 800 times? Meanwhile I’m throwing things and yelling at the barn cat who has zeroed in, whilst CROWS fly over head hoping to also get a quick snack. I must be a channel by now on my neighbors entertainment station. I should start charging money for the show.
Thursday, June 27, 2019
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