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.