This year’s farm party

We are loosely planning a farm party this spring. Summer expressed interest in flying out if it is warm enough, and other people have said they want to come. 

We were thinking May because the weather would be warmer, but we really need fencing done and we need it ASAP. So we’re thinking maybe April. Last year we could dig post holes by April. 

For certain, if there is a farm party this year, it will be all about fencing. I hope you all like to build fence!

Because I was asked...

Nothing happened to me in Chicago besides getting to be with the people I love and now I just miss them so very much and wish we could be together all the time. That’s all.

Also: hormones. Seriously weepy. Bleh. Fucking uteri, man.

And I’m just riding the drama llama.


I miss you all already. What are you doing next weekend? :p

1. Thank you Toni and Dan for all the work that went into this weekend! It was fabulous. Also fabulous–roommates.

2. Despite the minor engine glitch, I highly recommend the train. It’s a whole different mindset for traveling–more relaxed than flying. And no TSA.

3. For those yet to head home–safe travels. Here’s hoping no one gets to second base with strangers wearing badges and latex gloves. (Unless that’s your thing. I mean, this is Tumblr.)

4. If #3 is an issue, maybe check out that “no TSA” part in #2.

5. It may look like Toni being stalked by a giant chicken, but I’m convinced it’s about to offer her a giant chicken ride, like the ostrich in the Swiss Family Robinson race.

6. Finally, a small shout out to Friday morning me for remembering to leave the bedroom lamp on. Or doing it accidentally. Either way, hooray for no stubbed toes in the dark tonight!

Post Tweet-up venom.

I never say a thing about it. I roll my eyes or mumble a “Thank God…” when I discover I’ve slept through most of it.

But here’s my unsolicited two cents…

It annoys me to no end when any time a woman or women at tweet ups let loose and have a great time, maybe getting drunk, getting on the dance floor and tearing it up, generally having an amazing time… gets VILIFIED in social networking not a few days later.

But guys show up in photos in various states of the same behavior and the tags are “Great guy” and “hilarious!”

It disgusts me that I may never see great people again in any forum, in person, or even online, because they were ran off by snarky, insecure jerks.

It takes a lot to attend these events. Breaking through that fourth wall means exposing yourself and laying your vulnerabilities on the table. The control we meticulously maintain on our blogs is gone to a harrowing extent.

There is no edit before posting feature in real life.

I’ve seen people crippled by agoraphobia, general anxiety, depression, and loneliness at these. People who took big steps and quietly take or get credit for it.

Sure, there is a share of party animals, couples, the fun loving, but mainly, I see those looking for that outside connection they don’t get at home.

I see people looking for an escape, looking for love, looking for fun, looking for new friends, looking for a reminder they are not alone in their quirks, passions and fears. I wish there were enough hours in the day to tell you all how brave, funny, and sweet you are. But here’s the thing.

There is so many of you. :)

If you consider deleting your Tumblr and withdrawing from this community because of someone’s nastiness, (especially those who were NOT EVEN there,) remember something: These are people that envy your bravery and spirit.

So, If you want to attack someone or spread rumors for the sake to quell your own insecurities, ask yourself one question before you hit POST:

What the hell is missing from YOUR life?

Now, if you excuse me, I have some cats doing silly things I need to heart

Chicago has been pretty good to this lovely lady and me. Before the Main Event last night, we visited Black Dog Gelato. I had strawberry basil gelato, and it was life-changingly good- but still only the second best thing about yesterday.

I can’t imagine my life without Sarah now. And frankly, I sure as hell don’t want to.