As someone who raises a few pigs every year for her freezer and to sell (disclaimer: no regrets, pigs are creepy as shit and always make me think of the pig creatures in Margaret Atwood’s Madaddam trilogy) pigs are actually quite tidy beasts.

Okay, even found my burner password so I could comment. As a small scale dairy producer (goats!) and bee-keeper, all I can say is “know where your food comes from!!!” Yes, this shit happens. And it is all from large factory farms. This is not the status quo for all farmers or producers. Same goes for meat, if you’re a…

Oh Jia! It’s all been said above, even something about you jumping out of that delectable Czech pastry, the kolache, but I will truly miss your writing here. It was smart, honest, and funny. You were/are my fav. I’ll keep an eye out for your stuff at the New Yorker and will be excited when I see the first one! Also,…

And this is why I am a farmer with no one to answer to but the goaties!

ugh, my place of employment hosted one of these yesterday. we get folks from all sides of the issue together to talk about it. so we’ve got anti-gun folks, middle ground folks, nra members, people who have taught gun & hunter safety courses. BUT OF COURSE someone tagged us in a photo we didn’t post and now internet…

right. and it’s been a long time since i read the books, but doesn’t she kill brienne? am i taking crazy pills?

this looks like a gold lamé horse.

um, i was all that, plus getting married for the 2nd time by then!

maybe it’s the entire see-thru thing?

i secretly live for mid-week madness and this week’ s imaginary convos made me lol at work. i have a temp intern here this week and i literally just made up some posters for her to go hang around town so that i could read this in peace!

apparently a friend of mine is friends with this bachelor: http://abc.go.com/shows/the-bach…

My husband hates strangers in our house so much I don’t even get to hire baby-sitters.

gah! i was driving home the other day and the thought popped into my head, “jeez, i wonder how sally is doing. what’s peggy up to? god i miss that show!” then i was sad for a little.

hope it worked out. i spent an hour bawling. that was meant to say “my sister and my grandmother”. it’s because both of them know that my own mother would never lower herself to apologize for anything because “imagined martyr” is nearly her official title.

I had to re-read this today after my mother and elderly grandmother both called me to yell at me for not rolling over for my mom on Mother’s Day. I needed the reminder. Thank you.

I’m on week 3 of not speaking to my mother after she blamed me for my own child being ill and a multitude of other things (discussed in an earlier thread a few weeks ago). With Mother’s Day this weekend, I know she thinks that I should apologize to her and get her a bullshit gift and come to her house and act like she…

it always felt very sick to me. like an olympics where someone might die at any minute.

i’ve had them since i was 7 too. i’m figuring that it’s genetic as well. it’s a tough pill to swallow to know there’s not much you’d be able to do about it.

Thank you! Yes, honestly the first thing I thought when I was on the phone with her was “is she drunk?” I’ve been meaning to get on to listening to Dan’s podcast, but between my kids, job, and farm I haven’t gotten to it yet!

You are going to have a beautiful night. So many feelings to have! That’s my favorite part, how absolutely every moment feels so long and delicious! Though I personally like to ride the MDA train. :)