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Sunday, August 16, 2009

I am a Farmer.

Call me Farmer Jane.  I have a new job, I work with Holstein Cattle babies.  I mix their milk in a bucket, change their bedding, give them water, grain, and love.  It was raining cats and dogs when I came in to work my first shift at 5:30 am...I didn't mind, I loved it.  The best part is I can eat as much as I want now because I working with cattle is like working with a medicine ball, I'm sore as hell and want to consume a banana.

In other news, I'm still arting.  I've beaded two skulls (coyote and sheep), cleaned and put together a skunk skull I found, and have begun a new painting featuring all the pond creatures I've become so fond of over the past several months.

I also found a neat store with a creepy owner on Main street in Ottumwa. They skulls, antlers, coins, fossils, silver, and have pornography in the bathroom...should I call someone about this? I'm afraid there are cameras in the toilet.  Should I blow the whistle, I'm afraid for the children that need to go to the bathroom after they buy buffalo nickels.


  1. Ha! When you guys come to Iowa I'll take you there. But if you spend more then five minutes in the bathroom I'll call you on it.