the blog walk of shame and come back for one month. like a basketball player coming out of retirement to play with the harlem globetrotters...yes, exactly like that. but you see...the thing is. i like blogging. i need to just admit that to myself, and get over IT. i like being able to share my day with you. and for some reason you oblige. that you is probably, really, very likely only mom & dad --hi! mom & dad-- but that doesn't change things. for whatever reason you allow me to speak with a total disrespect for punctuation & capitalization. you allow me the excuse to take photos....mainly of piglets. you provide a decidely nonfarm outlet for me, every day. which i cherish. i like the balance i think i may be headed for with blog v. not blog. so...i'm going to keep going for now.
in other news....a little girl was at the farm store last saturday and i overheard her tell her little girl friend that, there is a cowgirl. yes, little girl, i am a cowgirl. hot damn. now i just need a horse and couple thousand more acres of land.