The Painted Post

Hey y’all, go check out my new friend Kelly’s blog, The Painted Post. You can also find the link in the sidebar.

From her homepage:

There’s a little something on our farm for everyone in my family. I raise goats and love to fantasize that I am a “real farm wife”. You know, one that can milk a cow with one hand tied behind her back or washes sheets on an old washboard in the backyard while the lids on the last batch of canned tomatoes rattle on the stovetop.

Just because I grew up in the heart of Chicago and I don’t have a lick of real farm common sense, doesn’t mean I’m not a farm girl through and through. I have the necessary flock of laying hens (my girls), my own barn, and a lot of imagination.

The truth be told, we are a large hobby farm. Over the years we’ve raised three children on this farm and now, with more time on our hands, my husband and I concentrate on wildlife conservation, getting muddy, and having picnic lunches on a blanket on the ground.

We actually have “real” jobs, but if you define a job as something that gives you pleasure and satisfaction, then farming is our real job.

Pay her a visit. I’m sure you’ll leave with a smile on your face!

 

Glengary Glensocks – By Smokie Mamet

[Scene: Dingy office, rows of desks. Two cats run in from offstage wet from rain, hop up on two of the desks and begin to groom. Business Cat is sitting on a stool in front of a blackboard.]

Business Cat –

Let me have your attention for a moment! So you’re talking about what? You’re talking about…bitching about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch that doesn’t want to buy, some dog that doesn’t want what you’re selling, some mouse you’re trying to catch and so forth. Let’s talk about something important.

[Aside to Manager Cat] Are they all here?

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