Sun 14 Sep 2008
I am going to just launch in here without all the hoopla about not writing forever. Sydney encouraged me to write a blog, specifically so we could track the slow descent (or rise) to hippiedom. This would be a good place, we thought, to track the length of armpit hair, percentage of bra-wearing days, and the like. Actually, it might be to the contrary. I have showered every day (well, bathed, the cottage doesn’t have a shower) and been to Walmart on 3 different occasions. I have felt the pull that Stan’s dad on Southpark experienced. There is something about it that makes you want more. But I promise, it is only out of NECESSITY. And the first day I met with my mentor he said he humbled himself and bought all his christmas gifts from there one year. So good people do go to Walmart (not that that was ever the question, I am just looking for validation).
I have had days of eating mostly RAW. I think when you are referring to the diet it is supposed to be capitalized like that. I see it written that way all the time. When I see it that way I can’t help but picture skinny, very energetic, glowing and hungry people baring their canines and roaring RAWR! it makes me giggle.
There were 5 wild turkeys outside the back porch today. I think if I had had a bow and arrow and known how to use it and how to butcher one, I would have done it. I think you can observe the beauty of wildlife and at the same time feel the natural instinct to do what any human living in the wild would do. Or maybe it was from eating too much RAWR lately.

September 16th, 2008 at 8:12 am
Shotguns work best…
You can cross your hippiedom with Beverly Hillbillies grandma ‘kill all’ attitude….
October 9th, 2008 at 8:57 am
Yeah - and how about the day you felt straight out of Hollywood ’cause you decided to wear a little mascara.
December 22nd, 2008 at 9:25 am
Skye caught a turkey with a little corn and her bare hands. I think they let it go, though. Rusty caught a doe by chasing it down on foot. He was going to lead it home as a home-school lesson, but they were both so wore down he let it go, too. Pearl says “Daddy, dit dat a mooth on the dwiveway?”