Blahging About Blogging

My very best blog friend 4 Shoes is back to blogging!
You really have no idea how happy this makes me, she has inspired me to blog again and now I want her to blog every single day!
It seems as though most of my circle of blogs fell out of the loop somewhere along the line and moved to the ever expanding, thought sharing, junk food shaming, over memeing, totally addicting, soul sucking Facebook.
There I have watched children grow, marriages come and go, holidays celebrated and meals prepared.
It is so satisfying and such a quick fix, but here's the problem, I have no reference on my life.
I don't post about the happenings of my day or the funny or horrible or horribly funny things that happen and even more often don't happen in my own life.

When I started this blog it was The Trailerparks Farm.

It was a place for me to post every day about what was happening within my family and for my family as I cared for our aging grandparents, but it quickly turned into a thing that I loved to do and I found a community that made me laugh and sometimes even cry as they shared their lives with me and the rest of the world.
And so, I blogged.
And blogged.
And blogged.
And blogged.
And then, I stopped.
And now I have no reference to the things that have gone on in my life, except for what sticks to the sticky part of my brain and the BIG stuff that I would remember anyway.

I want to get back to my blogging basics and start posting all the boring stuff.
Pictures of cats, crappy arts and crafts and I want to talk way too much about the kid that calls me "Tranny" because he can't pronounce a hard "G".

And I suppose if I talk too much about that stuff, you could just click out and go find something interesting on Youtube or call your mom or something.

And I guess if you're one of the thirtytwoeleventeen people that end up here because you think I'm the Dirty Jobs Fat Bottom Farm (I'm not) you will figure it out and keep looking for them on Google
(They're not there) and just for the record, our farm is NOT named after their farm, we were fat before they were on T.V and our fat bottoms are donkeys not goats.
Jack asses, fat donkeys, fat asses, can't say fat ass on the internet, fat bottoms, Fat Bottom Farm.
Donkeys.
And I do make soap, but I do not make goats milk soap because I do not have goats.
I have donkeys.

And a pig.

And sheep.

And dogs and geese and chickens and some cats.

None of which would make very good "milk" soaps so I stick with the basic home made, cold process milk free soaps that you can buy here at the Fat Bottom Etsy.

So, what all of this has been about, is, I'm going to try to get back to some basic blogging, and if most of my other blogging friends are gone, I hope to make a lot of new blogging friends who like to talk about a lot of boring stuff and look at pictures of cats and kids and crochet projects, and cake, and soap and failed craft projects that would have been better off just left looked at on Pinterest.

Sound good?
Good!

Peas.

Stink Bugs and Waffles

Spring has arrived on the farm!
Everything is beginning to bloom, the grass needs to be cut, and it looks like we're going to have a good crop of cats this year...

The other sure sign of the season is the arrival of our new nemesis, the stink bug...

Yes, the brown marmorated stink bug, the flying tank, the despicable destroyer of all things green in the garden, the buzzing, stinking, disgusting, horrible new menace of the west.
Stink bugs are fairly new in these parts, but their numbers are growing.
A few years ago they were something you'd see every now and again, but not think much of.
Then, they grew in numbers to the point we all started to take notice, and then...
They. Were. EV. ER. EEE. WHERE.
In the house, on the house, under the house, in the yard, in the car, in boxes, in bags, and of course the all time favorite, in your coffee, that you hope and pray you notice before you take a sip.
If you think I'm kidding, I'm not and if your sitting there feeling smug because you don't have the little buzzing b@st@rds where you live, get ready, they're coming.
They're native to Japan and China, and it's my firm belief that they have come here as stow aways in all of the everything that comes here from Japan and China.
The girls at the feed store have told me that when they are unpacking boxes of clothing they are hiding, tucked away, silently waiting to awaken from their transcontinental slumber.
So if the girls at the feed store are finding them in the limited boxes of clothing that they unpack, think of the numbers that the big box stores are unknowingly unleashing.
I know in the south and on the east coast they have been a problem for awhile, but we here in the upper left corner are just now adjusting to the warriors of stench, so if you in the know have any tips for us newbies, please share your strategies.
Here's a link to the Wiki How to Kill a Stink Bug page, but I think it's pretty run of the mill, common knowledge. I want the good, passed down through the family, top secret, if we tell you we have to kill you kind of tip.

Ok, for today's recipe, I am sending you to Something Swanky for her perfect belgian waffle recipe.

I am a lover of waffles, but not a lover of whipping egg whites or buttermilk that goes bad in the fridge after using a cup for waffles, so I am always on the look out for recipes that are devoid of each.
I can say with assurance I have found the perfect recipe.
Thank you Pinterest and Something Swanky.
The elastic waistband pants industry thanks you as well.

Peas.