It started as a day where no one was on restriction - at all - in any way.
And then ...
One of these gentlemen chose to get mumbly. Once corrected, he got worse. THEN, we sat down to do some spelling, and he started writing in print (which to the Average Joe, sounds like nothing - although, we have been doing spelling in cursive for ohhhhhh ... let's see ... 18 months now!). It's the little things that make you want to swallow your face. I have no idea what that means.
"Thank you so much, dear, for letting me know you don't like to be corrected. As always, I follow through on my promises." Consequence laid out.
I'm sure you can't fathom who's trauma bond kicked in?
Fast forward 2.5 hours, after choosing to go to the field and destroy some things and call me a "Jerk A**" ... before finally talking through her feelings ... and we could sorta' kinda' laugh about it.
Well, DURING the last trek of time in the "get it all out field," one of my neighbors came by. We just met yesterday. He is a friend of Dr. Bob's. We have now spent a few hours in just two days talking about all sorts of things: the history of this area (fascinating), his bee co-op (fun), family (he has two kids), our similarities and differences (many of both).
He has chickens. Today he brought me this: 
AND THIS:
That's a huge jar of raw milk from his neighbor's cow. The other jar is full of 9-yr-old moonshine.
Send all your winter ails to me this year, and I'll hook you up with a hot toddy! That is, if I don't keep having mornings like today.
Maybe you should call first.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Holy Cow's Milk
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Girl, I'm movin' to your town. The neuro reorg practitioners swear by using only raw milk, no additives, preservatives, no microwaving,etc. Now, could ya do something about those grumpy people over in Kingsbury? (It's my sister...heehee)
Raw milk soooooo much better.
Moonshine....wouldn'thave been safe in my house last week. Safe from me.
Oh, ya gotta love the ride! Anyone who's ever lived with a gaggle of little RADicals knows exactly what types of things could make one want to swallow their own face...and it's the very same thing that makes a stone cold sober, bone dry, no liquor ever girl like me wanna take a whiff of that moonshine!
Oh! your amazing wit, humor and calm just make me giggle! You are such an inspiration! Thanks for letting us peek into your day.
Ohhhhh, Diana. I love/hate how we all "get it."
on my way!
Moonshine you say. I'll be there in the morning.
RAW MILK! That is a jar of GOLD in your fridge! Enjoy! Raw milk doesn't make it into our budget as it's 10 bucks a gallon in our area!
Hmmm...fishing, raw milk, and moonshine. Your mother needs to head south for the winter.
Awesome... your new hood is turning out to be really cool ;-)
I want to come over. I can't decide for which jar.
Pass the moonshine. Please don't swallow your face. You'd just look weird.
I'm coming for the moonshine! I'll pass on the raw milk (hack!) None for this city girl, thanks...
How is the milk? No doubt that the moonshine is good of course.
This is why I brew my own beer!!!!! So funny to hear someone else say "swallow your own face" as I say this often!!!
I honestly never drank till I became the parent of a child with RAD. Seriously.
And now look at me, brewing my own.....
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