Monday, December 15, 2008
It's time to spill the beans. I am a carrier of secrets. I am living a lie. Yes, I am lying to my friends. First off my closest friends don't know I write a blog. You know Barb? The one that feeds my animals while I'm away. My BFF. Here's a picture of her and a couple of her many animals.
Doesn't know a thing about this blog.
My friend Cathy, the dog trainer extraordinaire and a good BF, doesn't have a clue that I write and rant. I tell these two women almost everything but not about my blog. At first I was embarrassed to let anyone I know read what I wrote. Now a year later it seems weird somehow to say "Hey I write a blog and by the way sometimes you're in it." I am worried about offending anyone...like saying my mom looks like my horse. Now that could be taken wrong. And with my sense of humor it can and does happen. But now I feel like I have to tell them. And it's all Danni's fault. She mentioned a party. A party of funny people. It grew from there and if I'm having a party I have to invite my BFFs. What am I going to say? "Hey Barb, I met all these people on the internet"
Especially if you show up and you're all 45 year old men. Not that there is anything wrong with 45 year old men...if that is what you are expecting.
My other secret involves you. I have not told you that I farm remotely. My farm is not at my house. It is down the street. When Hubby and I went looking for a farm we happened upon this cabin on the water. It is like "On Golden Pond" so I put off my farm for the time being. But not for long. I needed some acreage to call my own so we bought some property down the street to keep my horses on. I knew it was do-able because a few of my neighbors do the same thing. It is the best of both worlds but does have a few drawbacks. I have to walk a little ways down the street to take care of my farm. But that can be a good thing. I get a lot of walking in and so do my dogs. They love to walk to the farm and back. The farm is fully fenced so to them it is like one big dog park.
I do worry a bit about my animals but have good fences, good neighbors and two guard llamas. Knock on wood in the almost twenty years I've been doing this nothing bad has happened.
Why an I telling you this? Because I don't want you to get to the party at the farm and say, "Where's your house?" Or get to my house and say,"Where's your farm?"
Now I just need to talk to Barb and Cathy....but not before I read ALL my post to make sure I didn't say anything that might offend them.
I'm pretty good at that.
Now my ranting about a proper farm makes sense doesn't it?