After Years It's Only the Beginning
For the past three months we’ve been living in a 90 square foot room in a three bedroom apartment shared by two friends of ours. It’s a little weird living in a shared 3 bedroom apartment when you’re married and you’ve spent the prior two years living by yourselves. Bills, dishes, trash, cleaning, finding time to be alone, it all gets complicated. Needless to say, while it’s been fun, I’m really looking forward to having my own space again and this time having a lot more space than I’ve ever had before.
Next Saturday our lives will change dramatically. We’ll go from never having owned a house to owning a house. From never having owned land to owning 84 acres. From never farming before to farming. I’ll be working remotely, so at least some of my daily life will remain somewhat intact, but Sweetbreads’ life will shift entirely. The list of things to accomplish when you’re starting out homesteading and farming is endless. Fencing will go up, buildings will be built, the garden will be planted, animals will come on. Pretty soon many lives will depend on us for protection, food and water. Every - single - day. We’ll not only have their lives to sustain and enjoy, but also their deaths to endure.
Sir Milks-A-Lot
It's time for some real sharing here. Although it's a little embarassing, I have to admit, this has been going on for months. It all started a few hours into my first online goat browsing/shopping experience. We're looking for goats with great dairy genetics and part of the process is educating myself on what a great dairy animal actually looks like. I started looking at show goats to get an idea of proper conformation. Most of these star goats are shown posed like the lovely ladies above and after staring at image after image of full on udder-in-the-face, I started to feel a little...well...pervy. Yes, pervy. Not exactly something you expect to feel as a girl looking at goats! As I tried to wrap my head around my weird voyeuristic feelings, the intro to a certain special song from middle school started playing in my head..."Oh. My. Gawd., Becky" It hit me: