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Saturday, May 16

Blahging About Blogging

My very best blog friend 4 Shoes is back to blogging!
You really have no idea how happy this makes me, she has inspired me to blog again and now I want her to blog every single day!
It seems as though most of my circle of blogs fell out of the loop somewhere along the line and moved to the ever expanding, thought sharing, junk food shaming, over memeing, totally addicting, soul sucking Facebook.
There I have watched children grow, marriages come and go, holidays celebrated and meals prepared.
It is so satisfying and such a quick fix, but here's the problem, I have no reference on my life.
I don't post about the happenings of my day or the funny or horrible or horribly funny things that happen and even more often don't happen in my own life.

When I started this blog it was The Trailerparks Farm.


It was a place for me to post every day about what was happening within my family and for my family as I cared for our aging grandparents, but it quickly turned into a thing that I loved to do and I found a community that made me laugh and sometimes even cry as they shared their lives with me and the rest of the world.
And so, I blogged.
And blogged.
And blogged.
And blogged.
And then, I stopped.
And now I have no reference to the things that have gone on in my life, except for what sticks to the sticky part of my brain and the BIG stuff that I would remember anyway.

I want to get back to my blogging basics and start posting all the boring stuff.
Pictures of cats, crappy arts and crafts and I want to talk way too much about the kid that calls me "Tranny" because he can't pronounce a hard "G".


And I suppose if I talk too much about that stuff, you could just click out and go find something interesting on Youtube or call your mom or something.

And I guess if you're one of the thirtytwoeleventeen people that end up here because you think I'm the Dirty Jobs Fat Bottom Farm (I'm not) you will figure it out and keep looking for them on Google
(They're not there) and just for the record, our farm is NOT named after their farm, we were fat before they were on T.V and our fat bottoms are donkeys not goats.
Jack asses, fat donkeys, fat asses, can't say fat ass on the internet, fat bottoms, Fat Bottom Farm.
Donkeys.
And I do make soap, but I do not make goats milk soap because I do not have goats.
I have donkeys.


And a pig.


And sheep.


And dogs and geese and chickens and some cats.




None of which would make very good "milk" soaps so I stick with the basic home made, cold process milk free soaps that you can buy here at the Fat Bottom Etsy.





So, what all of this has been about, is, I'm going to try to get back to some basic blogging, and if most of my other blogging friends are gone, I hope to make a lot of new blogging friends who like to talk about a lot of boring stuff and look at pictures of cats and kids and crochet projects, and cake, and soap and failed craft projects that would have been better off just left looked at on Pinterest.

Sound good?
Good!

Peas.

Thursday, April 16

Stink Bugs and Waffles

Spring has arrived on the farm!
Everything is beginning to bloom, the grass needs to be cut, and it looks like we're going to have a good crop of cats this year...



The other sure sign of the season is the arrival of our new nemesis, the stink bug...



Yes, the brown marmorated stink bug, the flying tank, the despicable destroyer of all things green in the garden, the buzzing, stinking, disgusting, horrible new menace of the west.
Stink bugs are fairly new in these parts, but their numbers are growing.
A few years ago they were something you'd see every now and again, but not think much of.
Then, they grew in numbers to the point we all started to take notice, and then...
They. Were. EV. ER. EEE. WHERE.
In the house, on the house, under the house, in the yard, in the car, in boxes, in bags, and of course the all time favorite, in your coffee, that you hope and pray you notice before you take a sip.
If you think I'm kidding, I'm not and if your sitting there feeling smug because you don't have the little buzzing b@st@rds where you live, get ready, they're coming.
They're native to Japan and China, and it's my firm belief that they have come here as stow aways in all of the everything that comes here from Japan and China.
The girls at the feed store have told me that when they are unpacking boxes of clothing they are hiding, tucked away, silently waiting to awaken from their transcontinental slumber.
So if the girls at the feed store are finding them in the limited boxes of clothing that they unpack, think of the numbers that the big box stores are unknowingly unleashing.
I know in the south and on the east coast they have been a problem for awhile, but we here in the upper left corner are just now adjusting to the warriors of stench, so if you in the know have any tips for us newbies, please share your strategies.
Here's a link to the Wiki How to Kill a Stink Bug page, but I think it's pretty run of the mill, common knowledge. I want the good, passed down through the family, top secret, if we tell you we have to kill you kind of tip.

Ok, for today's recipe, I am sending you to Something Swanky for her perfect belgian waffle recipe.


I am a lover of waffles, but not a lover of whipping egg whites or buttermilk that goes bad in the fridge after using a cup for waffles, so I am always on the look out for recipes that are devoid of each.
I can say with assurance I have found the perfect recipe.
Thank you Pinterest and Something Swanky.
The elastic waistband pants industry thanks you as well.

Peas.

Friday, February 27

Fun & Games

What a week it has been!
Monday landed me in the hospital. I went in for a stress test and after getting hooked up to the EKG they decided to admit me. Long story short I was there for three days, had an angio, found out my dissections never healed and I have a blockage.
I'm not sure whats going to happen next, but I think it's dumb.

Tomorrow is game night at my house and I'm so excited. We're going to play Cards Against Humanity and from what I hear it's the best game ever!
I'm giving out free found or stolen prizes to the winner of each round so the pressure to win is going to be intense.




I have some new soap in the Etsy shop.
 Lavender, juniper, cotton candy, and I just cut some honey soap that will be listed soon. 
As always, the smell and feel of these soaps is amazing.




Wyatt has a few rings and a pair of earrings he's made that I will try and have listed tomorrow too.



I know he's my kid, so I may be a bit bias, but I think he's kind of talented ;)


Today's recipe is the bomb!
You can make it exactly like the recipe suggests, or you can alter it a bit the way I did.
Either way, you will L.O.V.E it.
I promise.

Peanut Butter & Peppers 

Grilled Cheesy Buffalo Chicken



Her blog is full of fantastic recipes, so be sure to look around a bit once you get there.
The only change I made was to up the butter to 1/4 cup and reduce the Franks to 1/3 cup because I'm a wuss like that, and I did make mine in the oven and it was crazy good and crazy easy.


Speaking of chicken, the geese are still sitting on eggs and I'm beginning to wonder if they're a bunch of duds (the eggs, not the geese).
I'll give it a little more time, but I'm sure it's been a month or more by now.
O.M.G, do you remember how cute Chicken was last year with the Neighbor?
I can't promise that I'm not hoping for another bummer goose this year to raise in the house.
She was so much fun.


But now she's all grown up and an outside goose, but secretly, deep down, I know she really wants to come back in the house and sit on the couch and watch T.V.

Peas.

Monday, February 16

Has It Been Sixteen Years Already?

Happy Birthday Wyatt James!
I'm so glad you're sixteen because
I couldn't stand one more day with a fifteen year old!
XOXOXO



Tuesday, February 10

Another Weekend Update

I've been busy this weekend with all things Etsy.
Making stuff, shipping stuff and then cleaning up all the stuff.
I have some new soap listed, french milled vanilla latte and it is amazing.


French milled means that it's been double processed, so it's extra rich and moisturizing and is ready to use right away, it doesn't have to cure the normal 4-6 weeks.


The rain here in Northwest Oregon has been c.r.a.z.y. for the last few days.
It started Friday and didn't quit until last night and along with it we had the biggest thunder and lightning I have ever experienced
First the lightning lit up the house, like we had gone from dark of night to bright light of day, and then the thunder started with just a rumble, and then the house shook and it ended with a boom that was comparable to a finale at a Fourth of July fireworks display.
It kept on for over an hour, just one after another.
My dogs were ready for some intense psychiatric rehabilitation when it finally ended.
We also had wind that started on Friday afternoon and as many of you know, we live in an old barn that has old single pane windows with storm windows clipped to the outside frames, and every time we get more than a gust, the wind rushes through the cracks and rattles the windows to the point I think they're either going to blow off and shatter in the yard, or blow in and explode in the living room, and then of course there's the barn that looses a bit more of itself with every breeze. 
And that is why, we don't like wind
I think I need to start playing the lottery.

I don't want to talk about this but I'm going to for just a minute.
My favorite chicken Millie passed away in her sleep Friday night.
She waits on her roost every morning for me to carry her up for breakfast here in the house with me, and then spends an hour or so in front of the fire or on the rug in front of the glass door.
My heart broke when I went in to get her Saturday morning and she was laying in her nest box.
She was a used chicken that someone left in a plastic tub on the front steps of the little house six years ago, so I'm not sure how old she was, but I'm going to miss her very, very much.
Rest in Peace sweet Millie.




I gave Buddy a bath yesterday.
I don't want to talk about that either.
He was gross.
Really gross.
Sheep poop gross.
No after pictures, but here's an idea of what he looked like before...


That was taken last spring after he rolled in sheep poop, he only looked a little bit worse this time.
What is it with black and white dogs and anything poop?
I think the bathtub was the biggest looser in this story though.

Here's a blurry picture of Steve soaking wet sitting under the bird feeder patiently waiting for Spring.


Peas.

Thursday, February 5

Cracked

Mannnnn, my soap cracked.
This is the second batch to crack.
I need to figure out why this is happening, I think it's heating up too fast, so I didn't insulate the last batch, but it still happened, so I think I'll cut down on the coconut oil.
Maybe it's too hot.
I'll rebatch this one, because the crack is pretty deep and and I don't want to list ugly soap and then it's back to the drawing board to come up with a new recipe.
Keep your fingers crossed.



I started and almost finished another rug yesterday.
This one is flannel and soooo soft.
And round.



The coyotes are really bad right now.
They were in the pasture three different times yesterday during the DAY, which makes Buddy the black and white dog lose his mind.
We've had them bad before, but never to the point that they would stalk the pasture during the day, and Fish & Game won't do anything because any measure they take is too much of a liabilty to other livestock and pets.
I need to learn to shoot.
I don't know if I could actually shoot one but I would come close enough to scare them.

Wyatt is going out of town for the weekend for a friends birthday party so I'll have the house all to myself.
I'm thinking of doing something really off the hook like staying up past 10:00, making some GF brownies, binge watch revenge and not wash the dishes.
I know what you're thinking... At my age is that really such a good idea?
Let me just tell you something you may not realize about me. I have a bit of a wild side.
I used to drink to the point of bad judgment and I have five ex-husbands to prove it.
That's when I was  5'9, 137 pounds and blonde (the blonde part is true).

This is what's for dinner tonight.
Carlsbad Cravings Korean Beef.
No quinoa.


Be sure to check out her blog or her Pinterest, she has some great recipes!

Peas.