The Drunkard went down to Georgia.

This weekend was a wee bit different than last whereas instead of being surrounded by opulence and debauchery, I was surrounded by a lot of stinky animals and poop.  Wait, maybe these weekends are more similar than not.
Did I mention that last weekend someone *may* have thrown up in the hotel sink because the toilet was already occupied?  I didn't?  Oh.  Well, never mind then.  YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Anyway.

I bopped down to Georgia to visit one quarter of the infamous DB's, Schell.  She and I didn't get much time to catch up last week and I can always use a road trip, so what the heck?  We converged on Schell's parents Emu farm for a night of laughs, Mexican food, companionship and yes, even a little goat smooching.  My soul always shines a little brighter after I spend time with my pal Schell.

They were out of town for the weekend so we decided to watch over the place and get a little R&R.  Her folks own and operate a gorgeous 50 acre farm in Northeast Georgia and it's a little piece of quiet heaven.

Well, most of the time.  This guy can be really loud when he douches out.  He's a Rhea, pronounced "ree-uh", not "ray-uh".  You know, like "diarrhea".  And he's nasty.  Striking, but pretty darn aggressive.  He makes a crazy booming sound that you'd have to hear to believe.

Asshat.

Then there was this little gal.  She *almost* came home in my purse. Seriously, if I could have figured out a way to keep this cutiepie secret from Johnny, I'd would now be hiding her in my sock drawer and in my pillowcase.

I've kissed worse.

This little gal is having a hard time nursing and we ended up feeding her with a baby bottle.  Evidently her mother is about as maternal as I am and keeps flinging her away when she tries to suckle.  As Schell relayed this predicament to her Mother via phone, I tried to stifle my laughter when her Mother inquired if I had ever milked a goat.  She must have heard my giggles because the next thing I heard was "No, Jen.  It's not the same.  It doesn't get bigger when you touch it".

BUUUUUUUURN!  I was utterly mortified and totally impressed, simultaneously.

It was a lovely night.  It was cool and crisp, but we were snug in the farmhouse and there's a certain peace to night time in the county.  The sky is incredibly dark, not like in the city dark, but a deep blackness that is hard to describe unless you've stared up at it.  Dusk is beautiful as well.  I enjoyed every moment of this escape.

I'm home where I belong tonight but am well rested and happy to have had such a relaxing and joyous opportunity.  From the bright lights of Vegas to the stillness of a country farm in just seven days.  What a lucky girl I am.

Also, I will have to totally plug Emu oil at this point.  It truly is a miracle worker.  Schell and her Mother have introduced me to all products Emu.  

I had no idea it was such a natural cure-all.  It will treat Eczema, Psoriasis, burns, dry skin, fine lines and wrinkles, and even insect bites and Rosacea. 

I use it under my eyes and on my cuticles.  I've recently been using it on my feet as well and you can ask the other DB's,  I have "hooves" really more than feet.  I've been plagued by a lifetime of ashy, cracked and dry heels and let's not even get started on my toes.  I've seen better looking feet on a 90 year old man.  In a casket.

Well, I'm pleased to announce that thanks to Emu oil, my precious little ballerina feet have never looked better.

See for yourself!

BEFORE

AFTER



Told ya it works miracles.*

Thanks to Schell and her folks for a wonderful getaway.  The fresh country air made my heart happy and my soul, as always, is a little shinier.




* if any of you would like to order any products from the farm please let me know and I'll be more than happy to get you ordering information!