I’m going to pretend that September = Fall and complain every single day it’s over 60 degrees.  So get ready because it looks like it’s going to be in the 80s and 90s indefinitely.  But winter is coming and everything is just going to get so great.  Now that my 4 favorite months are upon us, I’m going to tell you how I’m going to make them great, because maybe you want to make them great too and you need ideas.

  1. I’m going to get rid of all our stuff.  (This is how I find out if Scott actually reads my blog…)
    – I don’t really mean get rid of ALL our stuff but it’s time to really organize and really question why we have 5 spatulas. There is a water bottle on a shelf that I can’t even reach so there’s probably no need for that in this house.
  2. I’m going to do all the little projects that I haven’t done because of one thing or another.  Like the posters without frames TAPED to the wall of places I’ve never been and will never go NEED TO VACATE THE PREMISES BECAUSE I HATE THEM SO MUCH.
  3. I will actually mow down the “garden” and cover it in plastic so that we can have a garden next year.
  4. I will do the dishes every day so that the next day, dish doing isn’t as crummy.  This will also motivate me to cook and bake more because the dishes I need will be clean and the minimal amount of counter space I have will be free of filth.
  5. I will finally figure out what to do with all this milk the goats are giving us.
  6. I will get a new boy goat and spend a few months making sure he doesn’t get anyone pregnant and then spend November making sure he gets everyone pregnant.
  7. I will keep making double payments on my car to be able to pay it off 2.5 years early!
  8. I will try chai tea.  It seems like something I might like.
  9. I will sell all the soaps.
  10. I will make all the soaps.
  11. I will patiently wait for the next Outlander book to come out.
  12. I will lie about #12 and IMPATIENTLY wait for the next Outlander book to come out.
  13. I will read and watch all of Lord of the Rings.  It’s been too long and only Lauren understands.  Wednesday morning was rough, Lauren.
  14. I will write in this blog more, come up with idea’s for children’s books, and work on my coffee table book ideas.
  15. I will start going on nightly wisdom walks with Roosevelt.  And try and get the goats to come too.  The 9 of us need the wisdom.  Oooo what if I made a saddle on one of the goats for Trumann?
  16. I will force many of you to ACTUALLY follow this blog – like put your email in the little box, so that I can get followers and become rich and famous.
  17. I will get REALLY in to Christmas.
  18. I will get REALLY in to Thanksgiving.
  19. I will STILL not care at all about Halloween.
  20. I will create a really awesome Christmas card.
  21. I will not feel overwhelmed or busy because I will just say “NO. LEAVE ME ALONE.” to things and/or people.
  22. I will eat 100% from scratch foods, spend no money on frivolities, get 8 hours of perfect sleep a night, do yoga daily, keep the house immaculate, and shower every day.


Ha. Hahahahahahahahaha.  That last one was a joke.  But the rest aren’t!  I’ll even prove it – in a month, I’ll let you know if I did any of these things.

There are no pictures with this blog post.  Take your disappointment elsewhere.

IMG_6046Just kidding.  Here’s a picture of Trumann being all Hygge.

23. Be Hygge all day every day.

Farm Update

Here is what’s going on:

Friday is my 28th birthday.  AH!  Crazy.  Scott and I are going out for crabs Friday night and then going horseback riding all day Saturday.  Best birthday ever!

The Farm is an actual jungle.  At this point, there’s no point in trying to tame the poison ivy, mosquitoes, gnats, spiders, snakes, the horribly invasive “mint/licorice plant”, and the garden.  Hopefully winter comes hard and fast and just takes care of those things.  Upon further investigation, it seems global warming is ruining everything and winter won’t be coming this year.

The two goats that I’m milking are starting to slow down.  I don’t mind – I’m ready for this phase of the year to be over.  My hands are pretty tired from milking every day and it’d be nice to sleep past 7 every once and a while.  A new buck should be coming to the farm soon and that will keep me on my toes trying to time “goat dates”.


New Boy Goat Coming Soon

The turkeys got butchered Sunday.  Everyone’s first reaction is “wow, that’s so early!” – but you’ve never even butchered a turkey so how would you know?!  But really – it is early.  These guys just grew so big so quick and are pooping everywhere and starting to attack me so they gots to go.

The chickens are doing well – everyone is now laying eggs, which is ridiculous because we’re still only eating about 5 a week.  People who eat a dozen eggs a week freak me out.  I know that’s like….everybody….but you freak me out.

The rabbits are…
I don’t know.  I feel like they’re not doing great.  4 need to be butchered, but it’s no rush so we’re just waiting for a 45 minute window to get it done.  Then I’m just left with a boy and a girl and the girl isn’t doing well?  She just doesn’t seem lively.  Probably the excessive heat/humidity.  It just rains so much then turns in to a sauna.  Hopefully fall will cool her off and perk her up.

Soap Buiz.
Everyone asks how it’s going and it’s just going ok.  I really thought more people would be interested because it was now available online as opposed to having to come all the way to my house but alas.  I must keep my office job.  Also, I have to remind myself it’s been 2 months.  Rome wasn’t built in a day…at least that’s what they tell me.

All Fall/Christmas Time, I will be making Fall and Christmas themed soaps and I’m really hoping that excites everyone as much as it does me.

Roosevelt and Trumann are just as cute as they’ve always been.


Other things I’ve been interested in:

Does anyone know what Hygge is?  If not, look it up.  Anyway, I LOVE it.  I’m obsessed with it.  Basically, the Danish are far superior beings.

We have a trip to Washington planned for the beginning of November to visit my grandparents and I’m so excited. Washington is my favorite place and we haven’t been anywhere in so long!

As soon as September 1 hits, I’m over summer and I’m getting ready for fall/Thanksgiving/Christmas – we’re even working on Christmas card ideas!

There is no way to eloquently end this post.




I did some crazy super sleuthing on the interwebs and solved a mystery that I’ve had since last June.

Helen – the little white and black goat has always been way smaller than the rest of the goats.  I knew she was a triplet and I got her as a baby so I just thought “oh, she’ll catch up, triplets are always smaller”.  I had another baby goat at the time that was born 2 weeks after her though, and she was TOWERING over baby Helen.  Well then Helen got really sick so I figured that probably stunted her growth a bit.  She’ll catch up.
It’s been over a year and um….she’s grown a lot but still very small.  So my question kept being: did her getting sick stunt her growth??  Was I lied to about what type of goat she was??
It didn’t really matter too much- she was just…small.
Every once and while though, I would begin to question WHY she was so small.
I got on the ‘”farmer” I bought Helen from’s’ Instagram.  I found the post on the day Helen was born.  Ok, so she really is as old as I think she is.  I found the post that might have showed a picture of her mom.  It had the caption “any day now” and it was a few days before the Baby Helen picture.  French Alpine goat – like I wanted.  Where is a picture of her dad?  Thaaaaaaaaat’s what I need to know.  I’ve gone back a year at this point – luckily she doesn’t post much.  I’m about to give up – WAIT, was that a big, ugly goat beard??  Why yes, yes it is…on a NIGERIAN DWARF BUCK!  3 OF THEM!!! (Which seems like a lot of bucks to have for such a small number of does but whatever)  SO SHE’S HALF NIGERIAN DWARF GOAT!
This means:
1. I can’t breed her with any Alpine buck that I breed the rest of the gals with – the babies would be too big and could cause a lot of issues.
2. I either don’t breed her, borrow a Nigerian Dwarf buck for a month, or get a Nigerian Dwarf buck and hope he and the other (much larger) buck get along.
3. I’ll probably go with borrowing a buck or not breeding her.
4. I’ll be much more wary when buying goats in the future! You can’t trust just anyone!

Who Am I?

I’ve had this weird “obsession” with “identifying” myself as a certain “type” of person.

Most of that is in quotation marks because the whole sentence felt so much more extreme than what I was actually thinking.  It probably should have read more like this:

Sometimes, these thoughts pop in to my head: do I actually like any of my clothes? what kind of clothes do I like? do I like any of our furniture? what style of house do I like? what style of decor do I like? what century should I have been born in?  what culture do I most fit in with? what haircut would fit my personality?

Here’s the thing – none of this MATTERS because I can just wear what I want, decorate how I want, I don’t have a choice what century I was born in to, and I have whatever culture I have.  It’s just that I do a lot of daydreaming and out of the blue, things just strike a chord with me and I think “Ohhhhhh THAT’S what I’m like” or “Ohhhhhhh THAT’S how I would describe myself”.

I’m constantly asking Scott how he would describe me if he was forced to write a 5 paragraph essay about me and he’s accurate but I think there are more things that I think about myself that he doesn’t say.  Also about two years ago at work, we were all told to take this personality test and share our results with the group and I 100% disagreed with my results and the entire office agreed with them.  So they literally had no idea who I was.

I guess what this pointless discussion is all about is that I’ve finally decided who I think I am and I’m going to tell you so that you won’t have to play the ‘pretend to write a 5 paragraph essay about Kelsey’ game.  Scott still has to though.

  1. Bucolic Milk Maid
    Just a gentle, tender to animals.
  2. Mid 19th Century Lady Outlaw
    Seriously, GET AWAY FROM MY GOATS AND STOP OPENING THEIR GATES.  Also, most of the time, when shit hits the fan on the farm, Scott isn’t there.  So I’m pretty tough.
  3. Snow White
    The animals follow me around everywhere and while they don’t really help with chores or anything I feel like if I sat down and starting singing one afternoon, they’d all gather round.  They sure do love their Mama.
  4. Peggy Lee’s “I’m A Woman”
    Because I really do do it all.
  5. 1940’s Southern Farm Wife
    Because I like playing hostess and I like their dresses.  Plus I got Arkansas kin folk so I must have some of that running through my DNA.
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  6. I also like being outside, I like bad weather, I’m friendly and talkative but actually kind of introverted – I’m basically hung over after going to or hosting a party, I like baked goods, I think I like to cook, I like reading, I like making things, I like traveling (but less since having the farm because it adds some stress), I like baby goats, I like all animals (except toads and frogs), I like fall and spring, I like smoking cigars 5 times a year, I like horses but I’m kind of scared of them, I like snow, I really like this whole “hygge” thing (look it up), I like tea, I like French stuff, I like vintage stuff, I like sleeping outside when there aren’t any bugs around, and I like old houses.  I like other stuff too but you get the idea.IMG_7760 (1)


Now that I’ve wasted some of your time, go do things that you like.


I can’t believe I’m having to write another one of these posts, but I had to put Adeline down yesterday morning.

I went out to milk her and found her with one of her back legs hanging on by some skin and muscle.  I’ll leave the rest of the details out but it wasn’t something that she could recover from.

I’m living out my actual nightmares and don’t really have much else to say except that I feel pretty defeated right now.


I do really want to thank everyone who has reached out with their kind words and support.  It means a lot.

You are sorely missed, Adeline and Rocco.


Rocco, King Supreme Billy Goat, died on Monday.  After a brutally quick parasite infestation.  He was lethargic and not eating on a Sunday, at the vet on Monday and died just a few hours after that.  I was with him the whole time, he died with his head in my lap, and I buried him under his favorite tree.  The worst part is that I had this unrealistic vision of my current little goat family just being with me until the end of time.  Silly me.
This does leave me in search of a new buck.  (Intact boy goat) (Not castrated) Ugh.  Rocco wasn’t easy to find, another guy won’t be any easier.  I wonder if I’ll even like another one as much.  I have to.  A buck is a pretty important piece of the “Baby Goats in the Spring” puzzle.
Rocco, you are sorely missed.