tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23201347485525616302024-03-18T23:22:52.310-04:00Bringing Home the BaconMy crazy life as a farm wife, mother, and corporate flack.Holly Michael, APRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297057532671491621noreply@blogger.comBlogger416125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-25594826980059810692024-03-06T13:46:00.001-05:002024-03-06T22:02:38.265-05:00Appointment Pooping<p> <i>NOTE: If you do not want to read about my healthy bowel movement, well too late you just did.</i></p><p>I recently became you-better-get-a-colonoscopy-years-old. So after giving the doctor a Midwest response of <i>yeah no</i>, she suggested Cologuard(R).</p><p>Have you seen the happy little commercials of the anthropomorphized friendly box that tells you how simple it is to send away a <i>sample</i> to screen for colon cancer. Well, I was under the mistaken impression that the <i>sample</i> was just a swipe, a schmear if you will, of <i>sample. </i></p><p>NO. That happy little Cologuard box is meant to contain a little crock of your shit. A. Crock. Of. Shit. At least if you can get the appointment pooping right. </p>Ladies, maybe I am alone in this. But I don't make appointments to shit. Do you? Or do you just take a seat and whatever happens, happens. <div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In order to make the Cologuard process work correctly you have to </div><div>1. have to shit </div><div>2. open the crock </div><div>3. get the plastic doo-hicky that keeps the crock up near the <i>source</i> situated under the seat</div><div>4. have time to immediately take this crock of shit to a UPS store (in a box)<br /><p><br /></p><p>So today was the day. I felt step #1 coming on in the form of a #2. So I got out the 26-PAGE instruction booklet. Have you ever read 26 pages of instructions while you are actively needing to get through steps #1-3 of a #2?</p><p>Oh, and ladies, I forgot to mention, you aren't allowed to pee in the crock. It is to be a crock exclusively of shit.</p><p>So I read the instructions, got the crock situated to collect and sat down. Unlike the time I had trouble producing even a <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2020/02/rabies-in-aisle-5.html" target="_blank">teaspoon of lady urine</a> in the Kroger bathroom, today I provided a very healthy <i>sample. </i> It was probably too much sample. And some pee got in. How do you keep it out? So anyway, this probably means I have cancer, or perhaps I did until I emptied it all into this crock.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The end made me chortle.</i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div>Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-61281379336946009092023-02-08T19:59:00.002-05:002023-02-08T20:28:31.330-05:00Reach Out<p>Someone I admire and love often makes me cringe by being the person who never shies away from talking to people about their troubles. </p><p>Did your barn burn down? They will ask you about it at the next 4-H banquet, when everyone else is trying to ignore that sore subject.</p><p>Lose a loved one? They will march over to your house with a basket of chicken, and probably attend the funeral, when others are giving the family space. </p><p>You or a family member in a socially awkward situation (divorce, pregnancy, drugs, etc.)? They will ask about it when they see you in town, when others are trying to pretend they don't know.</p><p>You might think (I certainly have) that this person is going to <i>step in it</i> sometime. That their outreach will be perceived as nosiness, or that they will get shut down by the person they approach.</p><p>But that's not what happens.</p><p>People want an outlet to share. Going through tough times can be lonely, and feeling that someone cares is a wonderful release. The support network of immediate family is always important, but they are often going through their own feelings.</p><p>Sharing your story, your feelings, your frustrations with someone--even someone who by most counts isn't in your top people to confide in--is freeing.</p><p>This idea of reaching out jumped into my mind today, and so as someone who is usually in the <i>they don't want to talk about this with ME </i>camp, I decided to test it for myself.</p><p>I sent a message to someone I don't know intimately who I knew was going through a tough time. I didn't ask questions, just offered supportive words. And they responded immediately and enthusiastically, offering up some details on their situation.</p><p>This made me think of some missed opportunities. Times where I could have (should have) simply reached out, and not assumed someone facing a difficult time was already being helped, or was unwilling to talk about it.</p><p>I also had to think about my feelings on receiving outreach. I consider myself pretty private, a circle-the-wagons kind of individual. But in reality, when I have faced tough times (loss of my father, career challenges), it has helped to have people to talk to. And if I am honest, talking to someone who wasn't in my inner circle, who brought a fresh perspective and a little distance from the trauma, it was helpful.</p><p>So I challenge you to think about the people you know, and those you barely know who might need a kind word and a caring ear. And reach out. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-10966218057576354852021-03-20T12:12:00.015-04:002021-03-20T14:18:38.979-04:007 Things You Can Get Away With if You are an Experienced Writer<p><i>Before we get to the marketing stuff, here is your pig farming moment of zen:</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi450H9gO8iHvfkSHAMfSS9D6n2TgPaC9M0xyZOMYjwUcAoSj7ZBxUiajPPlve-Xv44bzAnasnw_vK8MGIRbOBL_VQl135H_ZrUcGwPrE70lrwv0iHGiN9zfIpGDwhsv3EYqCdJocQ-2zJ0/s2606/Piglets+in+the+barnyard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="2606" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi450H9gO8iHvfkSHAMfSS9D6n2TgPaC9M0xyZOMYjwUcAoSj7ZBxUiajPPlve-Xv44bzAnasnw_vK8MGIRbOBL_VQl135H_ZrUcGwPrE70lrwv0iHGiN9zfIpGDwhsv3EYqCdJocQ-2zJ0/w400-h185/Piglets+in+the+barnyard.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Their pen may have been escapable, but their cuteness is not.</div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><h2 style="text-align: left;">7 Things You Can Get Away With if You are an Experienced Writer</h2><div>Good writing is in some ways like pornography. Both are difficult to define conclusively, but you will definitely <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacobellis_v._Ohio" target="_blank">know it when you see it</a>. If you are a good writer, you can "get away" with things that are beyond your basic assignment that will make your contribution more compelling.</div><div></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Good writers can extrapolate content from other sources without it sounding like a plagiarized book report. I mean that you can pull a phrase from the CEOs last speech, a paragraph from the last blog post you ghost-wrote for the VP, and the speaker notes from the sales presentation and knit it together in a new way that makes a fresh and compelling point and reiterates your key content themes.<br /><br /></li><li>You can do your own research to supplement materials provided. I once had a client who wanted me to write an article for a trade publication on her behalf. She <i>helpfully</i> provided me with--I am not making this up--two dozen links to pages on their blog that featured 5-word definitions of industry terms. That's a lot of knitting. So, confident in my knowledge and abilities, I researched the topic myself, looking both within their own materials and in the industry to create a great, insightful article.<br /><br /></li><li>With skill comes efficiency, which translates to the ability to wait until the last minute to bang stuff out. Like many creatives, experienced writers thrive on the pressure of deadlines and still get away with producing high-quality content on tight turnaround.<br /><br /></li><li>Good writers can mimic another's style. Whether it is writing in the "voice" of an executive, or just ensuring you are using industry terms and phrases, a good writer can adopt writing styles to suit the situation.<br /><br /></li><li>You can write something from nothing. Similar to #2, you can start with the blank page and create something from sometimes literally nothing. Clients/bosses ask you to draft messages they can't articulate on topics they can't define. And you do it. <br /><br /></li><li>You weave in the essence of company branding, strategy and messaging without ham handedly shoving the stilted words of the vision directly into the text. More difficult than starting with <i>nothing</i> is starting with <i>something</i> that you are required to incorporate into the text--and make it seem natural.<br /><br /></li><li>Experienced writers have tricks up their sleeve. Tricks like using lists to grab a reader's attention and also jump from topic to topic without needing fancy paragraph transitions. Don't forget the headlines and headers. Good writers can create punchy headlines that will drive interest and use headers to help break up long text.</li></ol><div>Good, experienced writers are often victims of our own success. We make all of this look easy, so it's important we make sure not to sell ourselves short.</div><div><br /></div><div>Need an experienced writer? <a href="http://www.farmhousecomm.com/" target="_blank">Hit me up.</a></div></div>Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-49722164845482870212020-11-10T21:36:00.003-05:002020-11-10T22:35:35.510-05:00Oh Cincy Tree, Oh Cincy Tree
<p>2020 is CRAP. And no where is that more apparent recently than the Christmas Tree erected on Fountain Square in Cincinnati. Yikes. It looks like they fixed it up, but with what? The corpses of 20 other trees?</p>
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<p>Every woman reading this knows what happened. They sent men to get this tree. The men drove to the place where they were supposed to procure the important symbol of the holidays for a major metropolitan area and said, "how 'bout this one." They all agreed that this one was the easiest to cut and easiest to load, so back they went to Cincinnati. Somewhere outside of town they lost half of it, but still it was a tree. Mission accomplished.</p><p>If women had been involved in selecting the Cincy Tree, they would have viewed all the trees in southwest Ohio, made multiple visits to each. And then selected the first one they saw originally. But also bought a second one in a smaller size, in case it would fit better later. But at least it would not have been that janky thing.</p><p><br /></p><p>I am a Christmas purist. I don't like decorating pre-Thanksgiving. I won't listen to the music until the calendar says December. I must have a real, actual Christmas tree in my house that I decorate with a curated set of decorations reflecting family memories. Not matching bulbs. Are you a Macy's?</p><p>But last year I waited a little too long to get my real tree. After putting off his suggestion that we go ahead and get our tree in November, NOVEMBER! I finally sent Husband unsupervised to pick out the family tree for our fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. </p><p>Oh, I forgot to mention that my Christmas purity is only upstaged by my unwillingness to pay $70 at a tree farm. Anyway, heading out in the family truck to pick the perfect tree from the Tractor Supply parking lot and then heading inside to get some raccoon traps and heat lamps for your baby pigs is <i>very authentic</i> and <i>very country.</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqwk73f4tNvb_wJpIKorzKHL3VX3PqzxRBGE6NYC679a5q8THzHzaFIZorII5_U1LmAM1LBBVmyE1hc-cwe_crI-YpCmOElirASorx6jnjke9WBiher5p9_sLPXtWWXjQK45fZ51sHLGM/s2048/2019-12-07+17.01.55.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZqwk73f4tNvb_wJpIKorzKHL3VX3PqzxRBGE6NYC679a5q8THzHzaFIZorII5_U1LmAM1LBBVmyE1hc-cwe_crI-YpCmOElirASorx6jnjke9WBiher5p9_sLPXtWWXjQK45fZ51sHLGM/s320/2019-12-07+17.01.55.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Except for last year. I have to imagine Husband recreating the scene from Charlie Brown, wandering through the lot, past all those fake commercial trees to see the stars shine down on this one. <i>It's not such a bad little tree, is it?</i><div><br /></div><div>Yes it was. It was the Charlie Browniest of trees. Even when decorated it wasn't that great, but I will give it credit, it created a LOT of room for gifts.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlUYnTpKSzOkKv8h6UFCagI1hoPKaOUDssKmL2VhjHWh0pjN8wE2vzhvP8dFOpdsHzSio8yKhDPBzu-xinOw7gJgKTVGwDRBr_qtYarit6PbaM-uSC9adLULDqkCMpru1O6FyZqTdDGc9/s2048/20191208_142420.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlUYnTpKSzOkKv8h6UFCagI1hoPKaOUDssKmL2VhjHWh0pjN8wE2vzhvP8dFOpdsHzSio8yKhDPBzu-xinOw7gJgKTVGwDRBr_qtYarit6PbaM-uSC9adLULDqkCMpru1O6FyZqTdDGc9/s320/20191208_142420.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>Husband would like me to note that even though "supply" is the middle name of the Tractor Supply Company, the actual supply of Christmas trees was next to nothing at the "late date" of... checking calendars... the first Saturday in December!</div><div><br /></div><div>So we will head out earlier this year to get our fresh pine and we will cut off the end, stick it in a bucket and then use the blower (hair dryer for livestock) to get 1,000 of the 1 million dead pine needles out of the tree. And then we will bring it in the house when I have decided Christmas can commence. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-80098313161647770342020-03-21T16:53:00.000-04:002020-03-21T18:54:05.985-04:00Good Old DaysWe've had to cancel our <a href="http://www.bonavistafarm.com/2020/02/spring-spectacular-club-pig-sale-april.html">annual pig auction</a>. This is a financial blow and a loss of a 25-year+ family tradition.<br />
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For the kids, every year meant a new <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2009/05/coming-of-age-on-farm.html">coming of age</a> milestone of being <i>allowed</i> to go help wash pigs, or old enough to stay for the whole auction, sometimes until nearly midnight.<br />
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Here is the barn crew that helped load the pigs. These kids are now old enough to drive the fairgrounds themselves!<br />
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There are so many memories from over the years. There's the times that <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2015/04/who-needs-haircut-claude-is-back.html">internationally renowned pig groomer, Claude'</a>, visited the farm, the time a pig peed all over my jeans, the time some people took their pigs home in the back seat of their car, the time a family lost their new pig at McDonald's, and the time Husband yelled at us (oh, wait, that is every time!).<br />
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We know that health and safety are important, and we are glad the farmers and their feed suppliers are considered essential businesses. If you are in the market for a pig to show at the fair, then follow us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BonaVistaFarm/">Facebook</a> and let us know. We have several to sell.<br />
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- <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2020/03/young-scrappy-hungry.html">Young, Scrappy & Hungry</a></div>
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BARELY Senior Mom: Still want to go shopping?<o:p></o:p><br />
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I'm back to blogging. Check out my earlier 2020 posts:<br />
- <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2020/03/time-to-do-unprecedented-things.html">Time to do Unprecedented Things</a><br />
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It is a time of change here in Ohio. A time when we must hoard toilet paper and the barbers are closed. A time when old people are being told they must shop at the grocery at 7 a.m. for their safety. A time that every church lady has been training for, <i>for decades</i>: staying home and calling people to see if they are OK and have had enough to eat.<br />
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So why not start blogging again.<br />
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I am working at home for the foreseeable future. Husband is here, tracking in about half of the farm filth that he usually does when I am not here to witness it. And the kids are doing home school in between also tracking in filth.<br />
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So many things are sad. But there are moments of humor in everything. Like when my mother who is BARELY a senior citizen got calls to check in from two different church ladies in their 80s. I'm not sure what that says about ME. It is a small town and they know she has me to <i>look after</i> her. Do they think I will suck at that? Do they think I am some deadbeat daughter who won't offer to buy her groceries? (Also, she doesn't need anyone to take care of her. I have been told).<br />
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Also, I have already resorted to serving Husband and the kids a meal I call <i>smorgasboard, </i>which is where I lay out all the leftovers and if you refuse to eat this meal, you have to make your own dinner. It is not popular. Maybe the church ladies got wind of this and are worried my mother will survive the virus but succumb to chicken with mystery sauce that has spent approximately three days worth of dinners on my counter.<br />
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Mom and I are doing a daily walk when it's not rainy or too cold or we are busy with something else. But it is a new routine. I pledge to give the same amount of commitment to blogging.<br />
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<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-88274598959758580192020-02-28T12:30:00.000-05:002020-02-28T14:36:55.423-05:00Rabies in Aisle 5<br />
This week I went to The Little Clinic for a urinary tract infection. WOAH! I haven't blogged for years and then my first sentence back is about my <i>down there </i>infection. Yes. Yes, it is.<br />
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If you aren't familiar, The Little Clinic is a small clinic inside a Kroger grocery store. They have a nurse practitioner on hand who can diagnose and treat basic ailments like ear infections, strep throat and apparently, <i>down there</i> infections.<br />
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I had plenty of time to read their rotating sign of services and I was surprised to see they were taking on some things that seemed way beyond the scope of what you would want to medically deal with inside of a grocery store. Apparently, after just 20 minutes with a nurse practitioner next to the frozen food, you too can be treated for depression, osteoporosis, smoking cessation and Japanese Encephalitis, an actual vaccine you can get inside the grocery, in Ohio.<br />
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The Little Clinic has a VERY small waiting area, so many patients were spilling out to the grocery aisle to sniffle and groan. They also did not have their own bathroom. So the lady with the <i>down there</i> infection had to walk past the frozen food, past the deli and back to the waiting area with her cup of urine discreetly inside a paper sack.<br />
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And when you are having all the fun of capturing lady urine in a grocery store bathroom, it does NOT HELP when your 44-year-old bladder suddenly becomes shy. Seriously, does any 44-year-old woman ever have to worry about trouble making urine. Making pee is a 44-year-old woman's super power. Take us on a car trip or make us laugh really hard, you'll see.<br />
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So. my tablespoon of pee collected and stored discreetly inside the paper sack, I had time to read the rotating sig... OMG DID THAT JUST SAY RABIES? Are there people inside the grocery store right now with RABIES waiting to be seen?<br />
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Good thing I had already peed ALL my pee.<br />
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It is true. I am not making this up. You can get treated for rabies in the grocery store. See it <a href="https://www.thelittleclinic.com/treatmentsAndServices">here</a> on their list of services.<br />
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I am trying to imagine the thought process of a person who has just been bitten by an opossum who decides, well this Little Clinic office website only shows a 15 minute wait, so that seems good for rabies. So they start driving to the Kroger and checking, yep 15 minutes, OK 16 minutes, yeah 14 minutes and then gets to the kiosk and refreshes only to see WAIT TIME: 1 HOUR AND YOU DIED OF RABIES.<br />
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And here we thought all the rabid people were at Wal-Mart.<br />
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<i>I entered a slightly edited-for-word-count version of this essay in the <a href="https://wclibrary.info/erma/winners/">Erma Bombeck writing competition.</a> While I was not a winner, I did make it to round 2 judging. Here is the feedback I received from the esteemed judging panel.</i><br />
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<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-49926580424634646072019-01-19T19:27:00.003-05:002019-01-19T19:43:15.954-05:00Law and Order: Speedy Farmer Unit<br />
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A few months ago, my 17-year-old son got in his car with his
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the law and stayed out past bedtime on a school night. We were livid, so we put
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We told him that the next time he drives his 79-year-old
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have to leave before the auction is over to get home on time. Yeah, this is the
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But thank goodness for his help. There were no signs, no
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part so much, he was really disappointed when we got called up, Ryan plead
guilty, the magistrate assigned our fees and they sent us back downstairs to
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Several of my local friends who are great bloggers and hilarious Facebook commenters have been talking smack about winning this thing since we were all shut out two years ago by <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2014/03/warning-this-post-is-not-about-boogers.html">booger stories.</a><br />
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nancy_Cartwright">Nancy Cartwright</a>, Dayton native and the the voice of Bart Simpson, judged the finalists this year. Apparently, she did not like my entry.<br />
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Recently, famous blogger and author Jenny Lawson shared an article she had written that was rejected by Oprah's magazine. So, inspired by her, I will share my article that I'm sure made it all the way to Nancy [it did not] and then was rejected for not being about boogers or <a href="http://wclibrary.info/erma/winners_detail.asp?id=2785&year=2016&winner=H">port-a-johns.</a><br />
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Check out "All the Dreeds of Pigs" in a future post on this blog.<br />
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<i>So I am going to start something (that I will probably abandon later) called Dear Grocery Store. </i><br />
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Dear Grocery Store,<br />
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Font size matters.<br />
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Here are some <strike>craptastic</strike> fairly OK photos I took at your store. I appreciate that you are trying to let us know that the lettuce you sell is <a href="http://www.whio.com/news/news/local/more-illnesses-linked-to-springfield-dole-plant-ou/nqX65/?ecmp=whiotv_social_facebook_2014_sfp">listeria-free</a> and not from the Springfield Dole plant. BUT you may have wanted to put "Our Dole salads are not" in the larger text.<br />
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Just a suggestion.<br />
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Love,<br />
Holly<br />
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The very next morning one heifer had escaped. This morning the other two were eating grass in the front yard.<br />
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<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-85526493568060322292015-05-31T18:09:00.001-04:002015-05-31T18:09:25.501-04:00Snapshots on the Farm<p dir="ltr">Starting off summer with Ayrshire dairy females grazing in the lot by our driveway. Our family used to milk Ayrshires but we now just keep a few on hand for 4-H projects. </p>
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I can't believe its been five years since we <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2010/04/weekend-plans-cut-short.html">first revealed</a> our affiliation with Claude'. We had been trying to keep his participation in our pig grooming process a secret, but due to his fame and popularity, it was difficult to keep from <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2014/04/pig-sale-load-out-claude-and.html">including him</a> here.<br />
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It's understandable, due to the enormous recognition he has in the pig grooming community. However, this year he wanted me to be sure to share the following photos of Justin learning how to clip pigs himself.<br />
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Aside from his incredible flair for pig grooming, what we love the most about Claude' is his interest in teaching his craft to young people. Earlier he <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2010/04/weekend-plans-cut-short.html">taught Ryan</a> how to clip pigs and this year he took Justin under his wing.<br />
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Ladies, I will try to get some more photos of Claude' in <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2012/04/swine-barber.html">action</a> during our pig sale. We only have him a few more days until he heads out to his next international assignment, but YOU can purchase one of his famously groomed pigs at our <a href="http://www.bonavistafarm.com/2015/02/spring-spectacular-sale-april-25.html">auction</a> on April 25 at the Preble County Fairgrounds.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">**Claude' is not his real name. His credentials and much of this blog post may have been exaggerated.</span>Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-32149156142249364442015-03-22T20:03:00.000-04:002015-03-22T20:03:11.217-04:00The World's Stupidest Cat<i>In case we have never met, I need to tell you up front that I hate cats. I. Hate. Cats.</i><br />
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I'd like to introduce you to the world's stupidest cat. His/her (I haven't bothered to look) qualifications for this designation are many and include:<br />
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- Thinking that I will pet it.<br />
- Thinking that I will feed it.<br />
- Thinking that I will love it or have any affection for it at all.<br />
- Thinking that I will let it in my home (at least on purpose).<br />
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Here he is. I will pause now for several annoying readers to say awwwww and do some baby talk about the world's stupidest cat.<br />
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So even though I refuse to allow myself or anyone else in the family to pet it, feed it, have affection for it, or let it in the house, the world's stupidest cat continues to spend hours sitting outside my door staring in at us. He has slipped into the house several times, only to be tossed back out the door immediately. And yet he stays.<br />
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[Note: I may be a cat-hating monster but I am not completely heartless. This cat can have food, shelter and companionship in the barn with the other barn cats. Alas, he is stupid.]<br />
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So what is the motivation for this cat? We have done nothing to welcome him, yet he persists. We have rejected him at every turn, and yet he returns. All of the other cats are content to hang out in the barn and eat rodents and cat food. So what is wrong with this dumb cat?<br />
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This darn stupidest cat in the world has me thinking... What windows are we pitifully staring through. Are we trying to be friends with people who keep rejecting us? Are we trying to get someone to love us who never will?<br />
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While all of our friends are content with what is normal and expected, are we crazy or brave to be on our own hoping for more?<br />
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What about you? Are you sitting there waiting for someone's heart to grow? And does that make you stupid?<br />
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<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-37771076322334619962015-03-17T19:11:00.000-04:002015-03-17T19:11:00.034-04:00Uptown Funk You Out<br />
Do you know a man? I mean a MAN. The kind of guy who has rough hands and when they slide down your silk blouse, they feel so rugged and it it makes you feel like you just want to... WAIT. Sorry. Where was I?<br />
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Ok, so you have a man. And he smells. Bad. And his laundry is funky. Never fear, I am here to tell you about a great product called Funk-Out.<br />
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I have written about Funk-Out <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2012/05/gettin-funky-wit-it.html" target="_blank">before</a> and when the good folks there asked me if I would like to try their new improved formula, I said FUNK YEAH! (Disclosure of product gratis.)<br />
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We have a rug right inside the back door that captures Husband coming in with his very funky work boots, hosts the kids coming in with whatever athletic footware they want to kick off, and sometimes plays temporary home to the world's stupidest cat (more on him another time). You may not be surprised to hear that this rug is frequently funky. So I was really excited to try the Funk-Out Odor Eliminator Deodorizing Spray.<br />
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I just sprayed some of this miracle stuff at the rug. And then nothing. The rug smelled like NOTHING. Girls hit your hallelujah (whoo).<br />
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I can't tell you how great it is to have the Funk-Out Odor Eliminator Laundry Concentrate for the many times Husband's laundry starts funky or gets funky because it wasn't dried right away.<br />
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And I am hoping to take their word for this and NEVER find out for myself, but the new Funk-Out is supposed to eliminate skunk odor too. I feel so good having this on hand, because the night (I know it's coming) that Husband gets sprayed by a skunk outside the pig pen at 3 a.m. neither of us are going to be in the mood to drive 20 minutes to an all-night pharmacy for supplies.<br />
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So check out <a href="http://www.funk-out.com/" target="_blank">Funk-Out</a>. You can see my <a href="http://www.funk-out.com/blogs/news" target="_blank">testimonial</a> on the website!<br />
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<br />Holly Michael, APRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297057532671491621noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-40975781693265584592015-03-15T22:50:00.001-04:002015-03-15T22:50:20.460-04:00Spring pigsIt's no secret that I am a <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/search?q=fair+weather+farmer" target="_blank">fair weather farmer</a>. So on this warm, sunny Sunday I was glad to get out of the house and check out our spring pigs.<br />
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Husband needed to ear notch some piglets. To do this, he uses something similar to a single hole punch to add notches to their ears. This serves as their identification. The right ear tells their litter number and the left ear tells which pig they were in the litter, so the third pig in the 38th litter would be 38-3 in our record books and have the corresponding notches in his/her ear, like a <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/2008/04/swine-lecture-series-secret-code-of.html" target="_blank">secret farmer code.</a><br />
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Morgan is holding a piglet that does NOT have ear notches yet. The pig below had his done about a week ago.<br />
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Listening to the little pigs grunting and running around outside in their pen with their mothers is so wonderful this time of year. Also wonderful: listening to my two sons grunting while they shovel manure, leaving me only with the the job of filling out the record book.<br />
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<br />Holly Michael, APRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06297057532671491621noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-25398027336678473222015-02-26T17:37:00.000-05:002015-02-27T07:59:39.367-05:00Guy Reads<span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">It has been a long time since I did a "Guy Reads" post, but this story just cried out to be shared with you and with Husband. </span><br />
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I'm actually afraid to have Husband see this. He already keeps pig medicine in the refrigerator, dirty gloves in the kitchen, rubber boots by the back door, dirty stained farm records on his desk and untold amounts of straw on my floors. I don't want him to think that he can now start putting livestock in my oven.<br />
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UPDATE: A sad <a href="http://www.daytondailynews.com/news/news/local/farmer-bakes-frozen-newborn-goat-saves-life/nkKL3/?ecmp=daytondaily_social_facebook_2014_sfp">ending</a>. The goat does not make it through the night.<br />
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<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-1401041059828504292015-02-21T15:36:00.001-05:002015-02-21T15:36:32.792-05:00Snapshots on the Farm<p dir="ltr">With a corn cob pipe and a button nose and two eyes made out of pig poop. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">Morgan and her cousin were excited to help gather up some of the corn left in the field. </p>
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<a href="http://daytonscw.com/category/the-valley/">The Valley</a> is a Dayton-produced reality show: Everyone has something to prove. So what’s your story?<br />
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The cast includes:<br />
Ally – Sings on stage<br />
Chris – Surprisingly bad at Wipe-Out<br />
Stephanie – Makes up with Ally<br />
Donald – Spits some<br />
Alexys – Exchanges gifts with Ally<br />
Nathan – Underestimates<br />
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Last episode, Stephanie and Donald flirted at The Beach Waterpark, the cool white kids went to the Dayton Mall, Alexys talked about being bullied in high school.<br />
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Theme song : “Do you have what it takes?” To sit through the finale? To kiss an alpaca?<br />
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<b>First adventure: JD Legends</b><br />
Ally sings two original songs for the crowd.<br />
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Nathan: “I really underestimated her singing skills. Like always, I underestimate.”<br />
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Alexys: “I imagined her songs as Alpaca, Happy, Love. And Ding, ding, ding.”<br />
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<b>Second adventure: Milano’s (again)</b><br />
Cool white kids, Chris, Ally and Alexys hang out.<br />
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Chris talks about his mud run.<br />
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They talk about Ally’s on and off relationship with Cory, the boyfriend. Like we were supposed to know. We didn’t know.<br />
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<b>Third adventure: Razdabar Recording Studio</b><br />
Don B meets his mentor, Moe Beats. I did not make that up, but I kinda wish I did.<br />
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Donald wants to get into the rap game.<br />
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Moe: You can “spit some” if you want to.<br />
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Don B: Spits some<br />
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<b>Fourth Adventure: Ohio State Fair</b><br />
Really, they go to COLUMBUS. Of course, none of them have ever been to the Ohio State Fair before.<br />
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They hit the petting zoo. Ally fed an alpaca with her mouth. This is oddly cathartic--like we wrapped up a story line from the very first episode.<br />
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Nathan: “Ally was kinda kissing the alpaca. It was kinda gross but who am I to judge.” Because I live in a house that smells like dog.<br />
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Thanks, producers, for the banjo music accompaniment to their visit to the fair. They didn't even visit the farm part. We were there so much; we could have been in the background if they had just visited the hog barn!<br />
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They play a Wipe-Out game on the midway. Surprisingly, Alexys and Nathan are the finalists.<br />
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<b>Fifth Adventure: Ally’s house</b><br />
Cool white kids gather to say goodbye<br />
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Ally and Alexys exchange gifts. They gave each other the same framed picture and some other things, which they don’t show the camera.<br />
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Nathan, Stephanie and Donald don't get to say goodbye. It's cool. Don B and Stephanie have each other. And Nathan will soon be welcomed into the warm, non-judgmental embrace of Cincinnati.<br />
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Alexys: I met some people I will stay in touch with for the rest of my life and some that I won’t.<br />
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Sniff.<br />
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Unresolved items: Don B and Stephanie hooking up? Nathan coming out to DeGraff? Airing of Chris’s PSA? Alexys’s Mom hooking up with Johnny?<br />
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Don’t worry. The genius producers of this show are already recruiting for Season 2! So many more things to do in Cincinnati, right?<br />
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Thanks to everyone who stuck with me each week. And thanks to Daytons CW for producing a fun and highly mock-able show. See ya next season!<br />
<br />Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-25789852052636838122014-10-26T22:21:00.000-04:002014-10-27T08:24:31.905-04:00The Valley Recap: “This is Never Going to Matter” (S1:E7)<br />
Welcome back! If you missed my <a href="http://www.2thebacon.com/search?q=the+valley+recap">previous recaps</a> of The Valley, be sure to check them out.<br />
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The Valley is a Dayton-produced reality show: Everyone has something to prove. So what’s your story?<br />
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The cast includes:<br />
Ally – Wears a hat<br />
Chris – Shops for a baby<br />
Stephanie – Flirts with Donald<br />
Donald – Flirts with Stephanie<br />
Alexys – Was bullied in high school<br />
Nathan – Lies to his parents<br />
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Last episode, Stephanie gagged at mud volleyball, Alexys continued her drama and Chris met a drag queen.<br />
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Theme song : “Do you have what it takes?” To give up on this show before you even finish the promised eight episodes? To care about any of these people ever again? To tune in for future seasons?<br />
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First adventure: Dayton Mall<br />
Ally, Chris and Alexys – the cool suburban white kids – hang out at the mall.<br />
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More boring talk about the Stephanie drama.<br />
Chris: “This is never going to matter.”<br />
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Nathan calls--from the back woods of DeGraff? His parents have asked him if he is gay and he lies, because he hasn't moved out yet.<br />
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Does he not have any other friends? Why does he have to call them at the mall?<br />
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Ally, Chris and Alexys are doing a charity event. Guy from the mall does some sort of speech. They are going to shop at JC Penney’s for Hannah’s Treasure Chest.<br />
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Chris has to shop for a baby. Literal money shots of the mall.<br />
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Producer: Next-to-last episode, so we better use up all that b-roll of Dayton we took before we decided to shoot mostly in Cincinnati.<br />
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Alexys and Ally sit down in the mall and chat. Alexys says she was bullied in high school by girls who stalked her.<br />
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Second adventure: Milano’s<br />
Alexys talks about her Xavier cheerleading practice.<br />
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Nathan has a new place. It smells like dog. He is only going to live there a month but he had to get away from his parents because of the gay.<br />
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Third adventure: The Beach Waterpark<br />
Which appears to be abandoned.<br />
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Lots of head cameras used while they go down water slides. Ooh, they have an underwater camera.<br />
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Ally: “Why don’t Stephanie and Don B hook up already.”<br />
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They hold hands.<br />
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Good grief. Last week they teased the finale and made me think that there were only going to be seven episodes. But I guess I get to do this ONE MORE TIME.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris – Shirtless with a drag queen</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Stephanie – “No one is talking to me.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Alexys – Her mom has got it goin’ on</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Nathan – “I just don’t like getting muddy”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Last episode, Stephanie learned about the TV news business during her largely off-camera visit to a TV station, everyone went back to Camp Kern and we found out Chris is a virgin.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Theme song : “Do you have what it takes?” To watch this show two more times? To understand anything in Don B’s rap? To play volleyball in the mud?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Good God. They are still doing this drama. Stephanie and Alexys are recapping their argument in interviews. And they are playing the whole thing again. This is so boring. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;"><b>Second adventure: </b>Epilepsy Foundation Mud Volleyball</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">They all play volleyball in the mud for charity. Stephanie and Alexys look like jocks, everyone else just looks muddy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">In one of the opening shots of the mud, Stephanie appears to be gagging. She later looks happier when she is writing her name on Donald with mud.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Oh, God. Muddy Donald and Chris are talking about the drama.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris: “It’s high school bullshit.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;"><b>Third adventure:</b> Alexys’s Mom’s house</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Alexys has a hot Mom and all the troubles that come with it. This exchange is so surreal that I have to quote it a bunch below:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Mom: “I love Alexys’s boyfriend Johnny. I would date Johnny. He brought me sushi. He is so cute.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Alexys: My other boyfriends have tried to date my Mom. “They got her number off the emergency contact list on our fridge.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Mom: “They used to sing songs about me on the bus.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris: All the guys love Alexys’s Mom. Laughing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Alexys has a cute little brother, who knew. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;"><b>Fourth adventure:</b> Poleking Lanes South</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Everyone goes bowling and brings their friends.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Stephanie has WEIRD friends. Asked to describe her in one word, her friend says “ignorant.” Because “she is the craziest friend I know.” What the hell does that even mean?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Other random friends struggle and fail to use one word.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris has a twin sister. Sub-adventure interview at their house.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;"><b>Fifth adventure:</b> Club Masque downtown Dayton</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">They bring friends for a Wednesday night par-tay! Because it’s college night and straight night, says Chris.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">The emcee is a drag queen who invites them all to do a twerking competition. Much like with the tent last week, we do not find out who grinds the best. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris: “Nathan twerking was a like a wooden board breaking.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Chris takes off his shirt on stage—he says the drag queen made him do it.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Drag queen: “Are you gay or straight? I love a challenge.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Donald does an impromptu rap. His rap name is Don B. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">Nathan: “I underestimated his rapping skills. They are pretty good. They exist.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 20.3333320617676px;">We end with more of the freaking drama. What were the producers planning to use as 75 percent of their material if there hadn’t been girl drama? It’s a reality show, duh, stupid question.</span></span></div>
Holly Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13000108136048529306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2320134748552561630.post-9773652302030595542014-10-19T22:56:00.001-04:002014-10-19T22:56:13.433-04:00What Farm Kids do for Fun<p dir="ltr">Farm kids enjoying a beautiful fall day with their friends. <br><br></p>
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