Recent Shenanigans
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Here’s a Little Story ‘Bout Carl and Donut…
So I’ve joined a cult. But it is a good cult, I swear. Read More
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Well, S#!T.
The Husband has cancer. Prostate cancer to be precise. To be pedantic, Prostatic Adenocarcinoma, Gleason score 4+4=8, Grade Group IV,… Read More
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The killer Isn’t Alice
This is right up my alley. Eighteen clues, 46,000 names. A big ass logic puzzle. Since I will have lots… Read More
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Creativity
This will be the summer of working on creative stuff. I have been doing a bunch of things lately to… Read More
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A funny thing happened on the way to the bar…
We were homesteaders before it was cool. In 2016, I was a remote worker and the Husband got a job teaching in a small town near where I grew up. We bought a few acres outside of a town smaller than either of our high schools, and several jobs (for both of us), a pandemic, a ridiculously broken leg/ankle, and a crash course in goat midwifery later, we are still here. I’m like a trad wife, but with agency.
Accidental Homesteader 