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“Keep the Party Moving”

27 Aug

I feel a little guilty…like we met, I got your number, and I never called. But here’s the thing. I was nervous! And it was totally not you, it was ME. Promise.

Wanna’ know what this is all about? Well now I can finally tell you (and maybe you’ll understand what this post was about…) A show that I filmed back in February called “Keep the Party Moving” just aired tonight on Style Network. It’s a reality TV pilot that follows 4 friends as they compete against one another to throw the best course in a progressive dinner party.

Whaaaaaaa? I know. See, up until now I wasn’t sure I was proud of how it all turned out. I did my best, put my heart into it, and felt more than a little disenfranchised when all was said and done. But you know what, I’m okay. Not great, but okay. Mainly because they called me a “Chicken -Loving, Tattooed Martha Stewart”, to which I say HELL YES PLEASE! That’s about everything I’ve ever hoped to be in this lifetime.

I could launch into a whole monologue about how I felt going into it (freaking awesome), how I felt during (freaking exhausted), and how I felt afterward (freaking floored), but I won’t. Instead, I’m going to tell you that you should watch it for yourself on Style Network this week. It’s airing tonight, tomorrow, three times the next day, twice on Friday…you get the idea. This show is the pilot for a new series, so apparently they’re testing the waters or something. I dunno. TV speak.

Anyway, the point is I was drained and paralyzed by the whole thing. Sadly, it sucked out all of my creative energy, and I had none left for blogging. I did, however, plant a new garden (thanks hubby!) and harvest about a hundred tomatoes since I last posted. So all in all I’m doing great.

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Conclusion: I’m back. I just needed to see how this all would flesh out – and you know, I’ve decided it’s going to be okay.

So if you do end up watching the show, give me a shout out and let me know if you agree that my food kicked A$$. Aw shoot, who am I kidding, you know I’m posting those recipes for y’all anyway, baby!

xoxo, huge hugs & smooches,

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In conclusion

15 Apr

Consciousness is a bitch. No two ways about it.

When the grass I thought looked greener fades in comparison to the side I just came from, well, I’m smart enough to turn the hell around and haul ass back. First he’ll take me in his big bear arms, then I’ll remember the day on the Pier, and after that it’s always okay.

This time I think that now is better even, because there are more rooms in the house with long warm limbs and tousled hair that smells like puppies. Four of us in all that make this place the home I always call plenty, enough, and mine.

I promise him that’s not what I was running from. He knows. That itch, it moves me, sometimes to wild places. He loves me for it, and I can’t live without it.

Mostly I find more good. More life. More to love.

Other days I find the green dream I’ve been combing my fingers through has turned brittle in my hands, weightless and vacant. Washed out in contrast to the cool floorboards that creak under the weight of my feet in the morning, at midnight, and every splendid hour in this place. The space that’s ours, that’s safe and home and only for us.

This last shit storm, if I’m being honest, was partly okay. The other part, well, you’ve gotta’ know what you don’t want to know what you want. No two ways about that. The thing about me – I always think I know.

But there are times when I can feel my youth. When I have to turn the hell around and head back to where I came from. When what I thought I wanted turns dry and dangerous under the sharp light of day, and the instinct pinching at the back of my arm makes me snap, fast, back to myself, then fall into him, and snuggle down with the others who make it all okay.

Still, in the back of my mind I hold tight to the thrill, the energy, even the hurt. Maybe I’d take it all on again, someday. A wiser me would do well there, I think. Grace, poise, valor. Maybe it’s in the cards for me. We’ll see.

But that’s not the point here. Not now, or even ever, I might say someday when I’m old and what’s done is done.

The point today is all chickens and fresh baked bread. All bare feet and laughter. All here and now and ours to live, as long as we choose to notice it.

What exactly is it about absence that makes the heart grow fonder? Maybe it’s consciousness.

That sneaky little bitch.

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Get yer shit together

17 Feb

I’d like to ask y’all how shit’s going at your house. For me, on this gorgeous So Cal Sunday, the shit factor is just outta’ control.

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I’m talking about chicken shit.

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Dog shit.

chicken-and-dog-poop08Dogs sniffing chicken shit.

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And chickens free ranging amongst dog shit.

Since we all think our own shit is crazy interesting I’m ready to gift you with a thorough play by play of my crap slappin’ Sunday. I do this only so that you may find solace in the fact that no matter the intensity of dirt you dealt with today, it probably wasn’t as rank as the real live animal shit scattered all over our patio. Did I say I wanted to be an urban farmer? F me, I did. Let’s begin. Continue reading

From chicks to chickens!

3 Jan

Surprise! The girls have grown up. At 4.5 months, these little ladies are pretty much full grown and about ready to start making us omelets. Can’t wait to have you all over for brunch!

Here’s a quick who’s who of our backyard farm. Enjoy!

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TOOTSIE the Salmon Favorelle @ 1 daysalmon-faverolle-chicken

Tootsie now! She’s still got 5 toes and a spunky attitude, but aside from that I’m sure you hardly recognize her. Continue reading

Chickens who poop get moved to the coop!

21 Sep

We’ve got month old chickens! I have a few things to say about that:

1) They’ve now been living in a bathtub for 4 weeks. With the glow of the heat lamp and their incessant peeping I feel like I’m living in either the red light district or the Green Mile. The novelty of both have worn off, so it’s about time to free the flock.

2) As previously mentioned, bigger chicks make bigger poops. Which they step in. And track all over the brooder (er, bathtub), and no matter how often you replace shavings or pick up after them it’s never enough. Time to take the poop outside, ladies.

3) Bigger chicks also have bigger wings…which they like to flap…with vigor. This plus pine shavings creates a wind tunnel in the tub that shoots pine dust out of the top of the shower and all over the boys’ bathroom. Did I mention I’m seriously allergic to pine? Whose idea were these chickens anyway?! Continue reading