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'Round the Block: Straight talk from two women just like you who have been there and done that.

Bloggers Megan of Soy Boy Mama and Holly of Bringing Home the Bacon have survived growing up in the '80s, college, graduate school, married life, motherhood and the corporate jungle. They know from experience that the best way to (surprise!) birth children 18 months apart is to mock your friend who had kids 20 months apart. Karma is a b*tch.

Holly: Our first column was such a huge success that we already have questions coming in. One, from a preacher looking for help on his sermon (I'm not joking about that) and another on Megan's site, oddly enough, wanting to get the definitions of some farm terms. Should we tackle them?

Megan: Bring it. Since the request -- "I am extremely intrigued and just dying to know the difference between a blue butt and popper. Please explain." -- was submitted on my site and since I have actually walked the streets of Amsterdam's Red Light District, I'll answer that one first. The difference between a blue butt and a popper is 10 euro and one extra round of antibiotics. No? Oh. Maybe you should answer that one, Holly.

Holly: Several years ago I went to a pig show in Oklahoma with my husband. I wanted to explore the little town while he was in the barn but our only vehicle was the full-size pick-up truck, so I went antiquing in Duncan with a little blue butt pig in the popper in the back of the truck.

A popper is a bottomless aluminum box that farmers put in the bed of their pick-ups to haul pigs. One farmer we knew learned the hard way that it is important to strap down your popper (insert dirty joke from Megan here); he was cruising down the interstate, heard a bang and saw his popper flying over the median and a very surprised looking pig standing in the back of the truck.

A blue butt is a "bi-racial" (crossbred is the proper term) pig, the product of a white (Yorkshire) mother and a black (Hampshire) father. Or, it can go the other way, like that couple on The Jeffersons. Blue butt pigs have a "blue" or dark roan coloring on their backside. The pigs are prized for their muscling and leanness and are commonly used as show pigs at county and state fairs.

Megan: So our takeaway here is always strap down your popper or risk losing your blue butt. Words to live by, people.

That's probably enough learnin' for one day. Next week's column will answer the preacher's question: Is it always better to look forward .. to never look back? (And dear reverend, I hope I didn't offend with my prostitution reference. Jesus did love the prostitutes. Luke 7:36-50.)

Wanna join us? We are looking for questions to answer. If you need advice, we'll dish some out but we also can just lend our views to the issues of the day, so feel free to just ask us. As Megan so eloquently put it: we are not experts in anything but we do a lot of stuff and love the variety. Participate in the comments anonymously or with your name and a link to your own blog.


  1. The Reference to the Ladies in the Red Light district is not unfamiliar to me as I am Dutch. Not only that but (don't tell anyone) my sister lived in the Red Light District. She attended the Witte Lely school for teachers and my Uncle Jaap owned a Paint Store on the edge of the Red Light District.
    Housing is very hard to come, by so she lived above the Paint Store. (My sister said she felt very safe as she was protected by the locals.
    I should probably say that she lived about 10 blocks from the Rijksmuseum, which is where all the paintings by the Dutch Masters can be found like Rembrandt, Brugge, Ver Meer, that is equally true and it sounds much better.

  2. Hilarious. You could do a farm-oriented radio show similar to Click & Clack.


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