teenagers

These are my March babies. Growing up like weeds. Not babes anymore.
Teenagers. More like Tweens. As they still come running when they
see me.


Zenyatta and Syrah. Magnolia in the back.


Gracie eating my Palm tree.


Gracie and Syrah.


Magnolia


Damn they spotted me.


Prissy never far behind. You'd think she'd have a complex these kids were
barely bigger than her when they were born. See pic here.


Ole man is always keeping watch over them. Who'da thunk a hunting dog
is a great Livestock guardian dog.

Delilah's Dairy Goat milk soap shop- is up and running

Proud to announce that Delilah's Dairy. (me) is up and running.
I've even had my first "real" sale in the last 24 hours.
woohoo! I'm a store.

Have the packaging down. The shipping down. The paypal down.
I mean up. It's all good. I've sent out samples to PR firms and some advertising friends.
Will start to promote more aggressively. and start looking into wholesale avenues.

IT'S ALL VERY EXCITING!

I've been sending to friends for the last year samples to try
and be my guinea pigs.
The result is they love it. I'm so pleased.


I've been making goats milk soap now for about 2 years.
Tweaking this. Superfatting that.
And finally happy with what i've created. Soapmaking is fun.
Its satisfying and it can turn into a side business.

Although Friends and family seem to think this can
replace my "other" job. I don't think so at the moment.
But it would be nice to dream big, huh?

CLICK HERE if you would like to purchase.
or above link.

This is a picture of the vanilla curing (below). it's deep dark, intoxicating. I can't get
enough of it. I just go in the soap room and inhale them periodically.


People have been asking me why i only have two scents available. Well,
mostly because of variables vs.constants. I want to make sure
when I create this it comes out exactly the way it should. Once I start
changing things, like fragrance, then if something odd happens,
i'm not to sure if its the soap process or the new fragrance and so on.
These two fragrances i've got down pat! More will soon follow. I just
feel comfortable selling these two for now.

Anyhoo! wish me luck!

i told you he talks

Cyprus has been talking since the day he could. But only for me. And only when i wasn't sitting down hoping he'd talk up a storm. Last night wasn't what i would call talking up a storm, but a good onscreen start.

On rare occasions he will grace my guests with chatter but rarely. No one believes me he's a huge talker. Constant chatter all day long. Here is some proof.

Cowards

Someone in my neighborhood is a coward. They hit my cat maximillian and then left him there. 25 yards from my property. I live on a dead end street. Only 1 house on either side of the street past mine and thats it. The teenagers next door always have friends come visiting and they are always driving down this street way too fast. I don't know how many times I've asked these kids, to ask their friends to SLOW THE HELL DOWN! No respect. Nothing gets to them. They're always right, we're always wrong. Well, i hope to hell this sits heavy on whoever did this.

What gets me riled is that granted you made a mistake, a bad accident, but at least come find me, own up to it. i'm the ONLY one on the street with a cat that is friendly. It doesn't take a genius to at least knock on the door. But no, I had to find out from my neighbor who called me. I had to go pick him up after he'd been there for a few hours in this hot sun, and bury him. Not only is this devastating its disgusting. Common decency is all that was warranted. That is all I ask. But I forget a coward doesn't do these things.

IF they had just an inkling of respect then they would heed our requests.
IF they were driving slow enough, they could have avoided him. I know. They know it. Do they even care?
IF they weren't weasels they would have knocked on my door, told me what happened and apologized.
IF they weren't cowards they could have made amends by helping me dig the grave.

It's been about 12 hours. I'm reeling. I'm pissed. And whoever you are,

YOU'RE A COWARD!

I believe in karma. I believe in what goes around comes around. And i hope in your next life you're a weasel. Cause you surely are one in this life.

My poor Max. What a fabulous cat. He wasn't even "cat" like. He came when you called him. He helped me feed the goats in the mornings. He would go on walks with me. I knew when i got him there would always be that problem of him roaming, and gators, and i was ok with that. I was ok that one day he might not come back. If nature took him that was nature.

But this was just stupid, senseless, and avoidable.

I hope you get what you deserve!

Max had this nightly ritual that i loved and hated.
Where he would jump on the back of my chair and start
kneading my shoulders, neck, getting my hair all twisted up.
I will miss you.

fo shizzle!

YES!! this is a chicken. NO!! it has no other purpose in life then
to just make me laugh.




These are half frizzles and half silkies. They're fizzles. filkies. sizzles?



FO Shizzles.




Whatever they are they are cute, cuddly, funny and my latest
addiction. Names for them elude me. Any ideas?