This weekend was a wee bit different than last whereas instead of being surrounded by opulence and debauchery, I was surrounded by a lot of stinky animals and poop. Wait, maybe these weekends are more similar than not.
Did I mention that last weekend someone *may* have thrown up in the hotel sink because the toilet was already occupied? I didn’t? Oh. Well, never mind then. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
I bopped down to Georgia to visit one quarter of the infamous DB’s, Schell. She and I didn’t get much time to catch up last week and I can always use a road trip, so what the heck? We converged on Schell’s parents Emu farm for a night of laughs, Mexican food, companionship and yes, even a little goat smooching. My soul always shines a little brighter after I spend time with my pal Schell.
They were out of town for the weekend so we decided to watch over the place and get a little R&R. Her folks own and operate a gorgeous 50 acre farm in Northeast Georgia and it’s a little piece of quiet heaven.
Well, most of the time. This guy can be really loud when he douches out. He’s a Rhea, pronounced “ree-uh”, not “ray-uh”. You know, like “diarrhea“. And he’s nasty. Striking, but pretty darn aggressive. He makes a crazy booming sound that you’d have to hear to believe.
Then there was this little gal. She *almost* came home in my purse. Seriously, if I could have figured out a way to keep this cutiepie secret from Johnny, I’d would now be hiding her in my sock drawer and in my pillowcase.
I’ve kissed worse.
This little gal is having a hard time nursing and we ended up feeding her with a baby bottle. Evidently her mother is about as maternal as I am and keeps flinging her away when she tries to suckle. As Schell relayed this predicament to her Mother via phone, I tried to stifle my laughter when her Mother inquired if I had ever milked a goat. She must have heard my giggles because the next thing I heard was “No, Jen. It’s not the same. It doesn’t get bigger when you touch it”.
BUUUUUUUURN! I was utterly mortified and totally impressed, simultaneously.
It was a lovely night. It was cool and crisp, but we were snug in the farmhouse and there’s a certain peace to night time in the county. The sky is incredibly dark, not like in the city dark, but a deep blackness that is hard to describe unless you’ve stared up at it. Dusk is beautiful as well. I enjoyed every moment of this escape.
I’m home where I belong tonight but am well rested and happy to have had such a relaxing and joyous opportunity. From the bright lights of Vegas to the stillness of a country farm in just seven days. What a lucky girl I am.
Also, I will have to totally plug Emu oil at this point. It truly is a miracle worker. Schell and her Mother have introduced me to all products Emu.
I had no idea it was such a natural cure-all. It will treat Eczema, Psoriasis, burns, dry skin, fine lines and wrinkles, and even insect bites and Rosacea.
I use it under my eyes and on my cuticles. I’ve recently been using it on my feet as well and you can ask the other DB’s, I have “hooves” really more than feet. I’ve been plagued by a lifetime of ashy, cracked and dry heels and let’s not even get started on my toes. I’ve seen better looking feet on a 90 year old man. In a casket.
Well, I’m pleased to announce that thanks to Emu oil, my precious little ballerina feet have never looked better.
See for yourself!
Told ya it works miracles.*
Thanks to Schell and her folks for a wonderful getaway. The fresh country air made my heart happy and my soul, as always, is a little shinier.
* if any of you would like to order any products from the farm please let me know and I’ll be more than happy to get you ordering information!