Spring has Sprung!

Spring is rushing in to meet me. With so many changes coming fast it's been hard to focus on the farm. It finally hit me smack in the face though when I came home to KIDS!! Holy crap they are the cutest not-out-of-my-hoohaw babies ever!! I of course invited some friends over to meet them and they proved to be the cuddliest most enchanting little goats ever! Here are some great pictures taken by my girl "S".

We named them Apple and Aja, Apple being the girl. Even though they are squish-em-til- they-squeak cute now, I know that with out training they will soon be evil on four legs that cannot be contained by fences. So let the training commence. Aja will be up for sale in a few weeks and Apples fate has yet to be decided. Taffy their super sweet and shy mommy (she was a baby that I traded for last year) has also started training as a milk goat. I must admit, she already has better manners that those two turds Rosey and Posey. Rosey and Posey have a little game they love to play called "stick your nasty foot in the bucket" and they always do it right as I'm finishing up! A few angry times I've even had the entire bucket of milk dumped on me by one of the goaty minxes! You know how in the bible the "goats" are the bad people and the christians are lambs? Well now you know why, goats can be a royal pain in the ass, even gods ass evidently. Anyhow check out these photos and appreciate the peace and quiet at your place.

The Egg-speriment

One evening while making dinner Squawk says to me "Mommy, what happens if you freeze an egg?" Of course I get excited, I love it when they ask me questions! I tell him that the egg will crack and we proceed to set up our egg-speriment.

First, we stick a banty egg in an empty yogurt cup. Why a banty egg? Because using a big egg would be wasting food that we worked hard for, duh! We left the egg in the freezer over night and came back the next day. The egg was cracked!

Awesome experiment but Squawk is full of questions. Next on his list? Will it still smash if it's frozen? I tell him to give it a whack and find out. He smashes the crap out of it and what do you know... the egg cracks and I crack up.

Changes, coming soon to a life near you...

Well, I totally deserve the worst blogger ever award. I haven't blogged in months and life's been changing so fast I don't even know where to start. I guess the beginning makes sense so here we go! I'm going to skip around a bit but it all leads to today.

My marriage has ended. What took moments to start took years to fade and we're moving on. Hence the name change of my blog "the farm wife" no longer seems appropriate or realistic. I have nothing but love for the soon to be former "hubs", even our breakup was fantastic. That being said I cannot wait until he moves off the farm. I greatly appreciate that he is so supportive and didn't just bail, but I am looking forward to (and panicking!!) the moment when I'm on my own again. I keep flashing back to how peaceful things were when it was just me and my cat in our little house. Of course that will never be the same with two kids and a crap ton of animals running around and I'm terrified that it will be a constant struggle to stay here but life's an adventure even when you're misadventuring right?

I went to Burning Man! Wow that was frickin awesome and I'm doing it again this year. Being me I over prepared for everything that I could and killed it. What I didn't plan for was meeting myself and being forced to confront my life. That being said choices were made and I regret nothing. Ok, except maybe not going sooner.

The farm is changing. The things I set in motion last year are starting to come to fruit. I reflect on the work that I did (and didn't do) last year and I see so much room for improvement. The months of serious funk that I went through and did nothing around here are really showing but I am once again feeling strong and inspired. Don't get me wrong, I still have my days when I feel bluesy and don't want to work but the spring sun is burning the fog off my life.

My blog is changing. The title change is only part of it, as I've been reading other blogs lately and I've realized the things I've held back (my kids, emotions, and snarky sense of humor) could make me a more honest blogger and human being. I looked through my previous posts and realized that though my blog is about family and farming I never show what isn't pretty (or pictures of my kids even for that matter). As it turns out life isn't perfect and the premium that I put on perfection only exists in my mind. Some of my best recipes have come from screw ups, hell, the best things in my life have come from getting in my own way and messing up my plans!

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'll try harder, laugh louder, and stop only showing you the moments that I think are perfect. This is a farm and we're all gonna step in shit sometimes right?

Pass the Cheese Please Part Douche

I recieved some feed back on my cheese I sold...it wasn't very good. Evidently my cheese wasn't how the customer had imagined it would be and "didn't taste like his grandma had made it when he was a child". I made him two 1 pound batches, one pound of garlic farmers cheese (tasty but plain) and a pound of (complete pain in the booty to make) creamy goat cheese with fresh herbs from my garden. At first I was a little disappointed when I heard my new customer hadn't liked my cheese, I had worked very hard on it. Then I realized what the crap!! He didn't like my cheese because it didn't live up to a childhood memory that he had never mentioned?!?! Ain't that some shit! Now if he had told me that his grandma made some special cheese when he was a kid back in the stone age, I would have done my very best to replicate it (Pterodactyl turds and all). But given that I had no prior knowledge that my cheese would be judged against the taste of a sweet memory and he didn't specify what kind of cheese he wanted: you get what you get, now shut it! Since I sold myself short and spent hours making cheese then sold it for less than the cost of the milk to make it I won't be doing this again anytime soon and won't be selling to that guy again period! He didn't even bother to return the brand new container I sent the creamy goat cheese home in. I do plan to continue making cheese and selling it but this first experience has soured me for the moment. The icing on the cake was when my sweet hubby suggested that I ask the 20 year old turd working the cheese department at Nugget for advice "because he had been to a cheese factory probably". I know he's just trying to help but when my ego is bruised he should be saying "pass the cheese please" and "this is great babe, that guy wouldn't know good cheese if we hit him with it" which I would then suggest is an excellent idea! The next cheese I make should be eaten with my girlfriends and washed down with wine, they I'm sure will appreciate all my hard work!