Okay, May was typical. Some boring shit, some predictable reactionary conservatives screeching like rabid monkeys.
Subway discriminated against homeschoolers!
WHO FUCKING CARES? Jesus Christ. Shut the fuck up already. Really. If I see one more Subway post in my reader, I’m going to reinstate Fun with Fundies Friday. And it won’t be pretty.
On the “farm front”, the gardens (row crops actually) are planted. The animals are sprouting babies. I nursed a goat with a nasty spider bite all month, didn’t blog about it because I was sure she’d die at some point – but she’s hanging in there. The gruesome part – she lost ALL the skin and a lot of the subcutaneous layer of her chest, belly, and one side of her udder, including the teat. When I say “gruesome”, that’s an understatement. Had I photographed it, it would have been a hit on “rotten.com”. Amazingly enough, she’s a big scab, there’s no evidence of maggots or other nasty crap you find in livestock wounds, she’s acting pretty normal, and the vet says because the entire side of the udder was destroyed (but the other side is pink and healthy), she can still be bred. I haven’t decided. I mean, she’s been through enough already, without tossing her to a horny old goat. All this from a spider half the size of a dime.
Other stuff I didn’t write about, because my heart is hard and cold, and/or I didn’t give a crap. Or both.
Myanmar. Kill me if you want, but frankly, I didn’t blink. I was like ‘so what’. I’m pretty sure no Burmese people cried when my town was destroyed back in December. I’m pretty sure some theistard proclaimed it was one step closer to “the end times”. And I’m pretty sure we’ll all forget about poor Myanmar as soon as an earthquake hits China….
Hillary/Obama. When the rubber met the road, I cast my vote for the black guy over the vagina. I guess I should amend my “homeschooler for hillary” button.
The kid who was voted out of class. Who’s word do we have to go on about what really happened? A bunch of 5 yr olds? When I can view the video on you-tube, I’ll offer an opinion.
I’m flame proof, so wtf.
June: Last year it was all about the brother in a coma. He’s done a 180 and is actually planning to go to California with me next week. Other than that, I have no plans. June isn’t usually a “bad” month for me, meaning, I don’t really have anything I need to “work” on. Farm work keeps me out of trouble. July and August are lots of work too. I’ll work on self improvement again in September.