New morning routine.
New found motivation
….for some things.
Hey, two weeks is soon for me.
As promised I am presenting to you another bowl/pot I have created.
Coiling. That’s what I’ve been doing since I’ve been gone from this blog.
Lots and lots of it.
Here’s to hoping that being a quarter of a century old will bring me some drive and motivation because it has been lost to me this entire 24 years of life.
So I’m back today to rant-ish about a subject occurred to me. Doggy poop bags. This was originally going to be a post on facebook, but it got pretty long and rant-y and I like to keep that place, facebook, carefree and having nothing to do with what really concerns me, so I headed on over to this place. My blog, obviously. Anywho…I don’t partake in this activity, since the dog that my family owns is a barn/farm/ and I will say it, OUTSIDE dog. Yes ladies and gentlemen, we keep our dog outside. I live on a farm where we own cattle which has in the past fallen to predation from wild animals so we continuously keep a dog, that stays outside, to try and keep the bad animals away and it works, for the most part, and the times where the dog cannot save all the cattle, it was out of its paws. (geez this part has gotten rant-y too…) And since he is an outside dog, he shits where he wants and we let mother nature and our boots do the work. So queue my original facebook post that I was too lazy to transition into.