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Constant Chaos
Just like my living room, I tend to re-arrange things in an effort to make sure everyone is in their happy place. The other day the donkeys escaped the pasture for the third time which led me to believe they no longer wanted to be in the pasture… so let’s move them then? Grab the…
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Red, White, & Moo With Ewe
Happy 6th of July! On the 1st of July, I was like, (in my head of course) “hey, you should enter the Farm.ily in the parade”… so I did. Eek. I shared the exciting news with my aunt and uncle, exciting because I also entered them in the parade as helpers! When discussing ideas and…
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Old posts, new posts, Blueberry posts
If you’re reading this (peace be with you) you may have noticed some of these posts are quite old… circa 2013, basically one million years ago, with entries of two lines and a picture. Prolific and profound, I know. 😉 When rebooting this blog, I decided to leave the random-ass old entries, because why not.…
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So You Want To Marry A Cowboy
I wrote this the day after I got back from making the trek over the mountains to pick the husband up from an unsuccessful thumb replantation surgery. Yep. The thumb did not replant. On our drive home, I said out loud, “I should write a book and call it So you want to marry a…
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Running with friends 🏃♀️🐕🐐🐐🐂
Because they come with me. And I like it.
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Also, let’s try this, because why not?
There is always so much to do. Ordinarily I don't like to procrastinate- but when a good idea comes to mind, sometimes it's hard not to act on it… Like making your cow baby-tweenager wear a saddle. Which he greatly appreciated. Naturally. End goal- be that lady at your hometown event with a giant horned…
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It’s been a while. Let’s try this again. But with goats.
Whilst working in the office I heard the sweet pitter-patter of little… wait, what is that?! Ahhhh the sweet pitter-patter of little CLOVEN feet. And one bigger set of cloves. *New house goals: keep all doors closed. It's like we were raised in a barn or something.
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Jason Bourne gets stuck on the roof
After about 32 hours up there he remembered he is a cat… A trained assassin spy cat, on a single story roof- so he came down. Very anticlimactic.
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