it's been a long time,
I shouldn't have left you,
without a dope blog to connect to.
First off, I just want to say... go bike49.
You folks are rad and I really enjoy looking at your photos and some how living
electronic-vicariously through y'all/yins (is there an apostrophe in y'ins?)
for the rest of y'ins, check out their website www.bike49.org
I have a feeling that this blog is about to become a lot more about the personal
life of this spinster and less about farming. welp, here we go.
This is me. I'm 30 years old, I have wild dandruff and I dress like a teenager. Luckily, this standing makes me a perfect occupant for the Petaluma library on any given day. It's a bunch of weird a** f***s up in here. Well, at least the eyebrows are still banging.
Huh... these pictures put together look really funny and I kind of love it.
It felt quite awkward when I was trying to take a picture of my crotch with my webcam in the public library with folks walking all about. The cause is worthy though in showcasing my amazing new belt buckle.
It felt quite awkward when I was trying to take a picture of my crotch with my webcam in the public library with folks walking all about. The cause is worthy though in showcasing my amazing new belt buckle.
It serves to bring me closer to the Jesus, and what he may have felt like in his day to day life as a carpenter.
It provides me confidence in daily task undertaking at the farm.
Okay... now for a blast from the past.
This one goes out to all the green stringers who have left the farm but are
watching remotely and remaining in my heart. I see ya back there Mars!
Here's the old man reminiscing about his sailor days. That, or dowsing. There seems to be a mixture of boredom and intrigue in the crowd. I was a skeptic until I tried this magic voodoo for myself. Dowsing is too complex a phenomenon for this simpleton to explain... and, I'm just lazy and can't be bothered to write anything sensical. Ugh... thank god this thing has spell check.
Here's a shout out to Tom... my favorite Wintern psychopath. enough said?
Miss ya Tom! You'll probably never see this blog. You're probably floating over rainbows
and unicorns somewhere in zen land right now. Follow the light.
Whoa.. this goes way back. Here's the raffle table from our Wintern event at da farm.
Sac of Potatoes blogged about this sheet way back in the day.. like... when it happened.
Anyway, the point is... I like rainbows. oh! and! here are the beautiful boxes of produce that two separate members of my family mysteriously won. Really. I did NOT draw the tickets or cheat in any way.
All the darlings who slaved over event food and adorably served it to the public.
The amazing kimchi booth. Look at that produce!
Evidence that my family actually purchased raffle tickets.
Picture it, the Saturday morning after our graduation night. Tired kids, a lot of dehydration if you will... TIME TO POUND METAL!!! Metal working is not the best thing for a hangover perhaps, but we Winterns, we were troopers. And one of our troops trooped right on through between vomit breaks to the yard.
Beautiful lighting, solid tools and an adorable Italian metal worker.
What more could you ask for? And hey, I wasn't hung over.
This is Aurelio. Yep. He is the adorable Italian black smith. Notice how Aurelio is adorable and the first 5 letters of his name are the last 5 letters of my name? Is there a correlation? Is in purely coincidence?
Pound that sheet, boyee!
RED HOT!
Cutting copper to pound a bowl. Also, being adorable.
And the take home message at the end of the day, kids... keep it real.
Keep it fur-real, and be a good neighbor. I love and miss you all!
