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[besubversive]

To and from Elizabethtown:

Christ's Home Office. Jesus' HQ? No, I guess it's just the main office of Christ's Home for Children. Also, Transport for Christ. Mobile Chapels, a bunch of them. Churches on sixteen wheels. Heals on wheels? Kneels on wheels? Tills on wheels? Religious zeals on wheels? Ooh, really reaching now.

I want a pig and an alpaca and a sheep, and I want them to be best friends.

Saturday, I lunched with Megan, a friend I hadn't seen in a while. We gabbed for hours. She kindly taught me to play chess. That takes care of one item of the List of Things To Do Before I Die. When I got home, I did a whirlwind cleaning of my bedroom and a bit later, Megan came over with a bottle of wine. We watched Fur: The Diane Arbus Story (awesome) and then listened to records, mostly Heart.

Hey, when you find out that someone in their mid-20's (or beyond) does not know how to drive, does it change your opinion of them at all? (And I don't mean city people who choose to bike or use PT, or someone who has a condition like epilepsy that keeps them from being able to drive. I strictly mean folks who just chose not to learn or not to get a license at the culturally traditional age to do so.)

Comments

[go-team-venture.livejournal.com]

Baby goats are about the cutest little bastards you'll ever see.

[besubversive.livejournal.com]

Baby farm animals absolutely kill me with their sweetness.

[go-team-venture.livejournal.com]

My mom has neighbors who raise chickens, turkeys, a horse, and mini goats. There is really nothing cuter than a baby goat the size of a puppy. Unless it is 10 baby goats the size of puppies leaping and gamboling everywhere.

[besubversive.livejournal.com]

Um, I would love to gambol with 10 baby miniature goats. In fact, that seems like The Most Squee-Worthy Way To Spend an Afternoon, EVER. And I would make a friend come along to photograph the gamboling. OMG. I envy your proximity to animal preciousness.

[go-team-venture.livejournal.com]

I wish I had some pictures of the little buggers. Every few months, there's a whole new set of babies to go over and chuckle at. They're so bouncy, they're made of hair and rubber.

[besubversive.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee! You SHOULD take pictures next time you visit them.

[go-team-venture.livejournal.com]

I will, next time kid season rolls around.