She calls it "nuggets".
I think I might like to try this approach, since I'm so totally not getting to the blog as much as I want even though I have two tons of shit to tell you guys about, so I'm just saying I might try this method. In the future. In another post. And I'll just assume you'll all deal with it OK.
For now, you get a shortish stilted post wherein I piece together what I remember about three separate events that I've been meaning to tell you about and I'll just assume you'll all deal with this, too.
You guys - you're so flexible. I so like that about you.
Firstly - I milked a goat.
That, in itself, probably deserves its own post because it was one of those things that I have never done but sort of assumed I would like. And I did! Which, obviously, because it didn't involve getting a kick to the face, which is what I was sort of expecting.
Goats are dangerous, people. Just ask Bubba. He hates those fuckers. Me though? I love them. Now even more so given the lack of face kicking.
And to bring the Goat Joy to a whole new level, I made cheese from her milk. Just right then and there.
|1. Milk goat. (That's not actually me milking right there. As though I'd have a purple purse. Please.)|
|2. Make cute cheese. (Then make awesome smoked trout appetizer and eat it while getting blazing drunk.)|
|Hazy photo from the deck.|
|The pumpkin's bench.|
|Monster tomatillo that would positively dwarf my retarded plants.|
|Cutest and orange-est squash.|
|Groovy hillside trellised hops. If I had a hillside, I would totally do this.|
So yeah, I made cheese. I'll post on how to do it in more detail when I actually try to make cheese at home. Sometime in the next century when I have five minutes to rub together.
Wow. That doesn't sound right.
And speaking of having no proper time - I am going to revise my previous statement about piecing together bits of nuggets and words into a grand post to publish at a later date and just give you this.
Because if I wait to add more stuff to it, the thing's never going live. I'll get too far past the things and I won't remember and then I'll just be all Oh fuck it, I can't remember anyway and then no one will hear about the Heirloom Expo or my philosophy on getting my hair wet when I go swimming or how awesome Roller Derby is and how I'm so super proud of my friend for finishing her first triathlon and oh, by the way, I have a duathlon this weekend which I've trained (ish) for and haven't even talked about in forever.
Do you see how waiting for all of this to get crammed into one post could result in no posts for one hundred years?
I think you do. So. Here you go. I'll hopefully be back shortly with another short post about one of those things I just said.