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How I Accidentally Started a Goat Cult in My Backyard: A Love Story in Screams and Headbutts
It all started so innocently. Just one goat, I said. A modest beginning. A peaceful, pastoral moment. I had it all planned: one sweet 9-month-old mama goat and her tiny, squishy 16-day-old buckling. That’s it. Simple. Reasonable. Responsible. HAHAHAHA. That was Day One. By Day Two, I was waking my poor, unsuspecting mother up before the sun had…
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It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay
Let’s just get this out of the way— It’s not my time for a clean house. Not my time for perfectly polished nails or relaxing massages. Not my time for laundry that’s folded neatly before it turns into a damp science experiment. But you know what it is my time for? It’s my time for…
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Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really
We’ve officially landed in our new home. Not like a graceful plane landing, but more like a bumpy emergency landing with a baby pig on board and at least one bag of snacks spilling mid-turbulence. Are we “settled”? Define settled, please. Still Hauling, Still Hoping Let’s start with the obvious: we’re still moving. Not like…
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We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It
Well, We’re Here… Technically We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity. But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport,…
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Moving Mayhem: Neurodivergent Twins, One-Handed Packing, and That One McDonald’s Toy
We’re moving. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.Unless you’re bringing snacks and muscle. Preferably both. Right now, my life is a chaotic swirl of cardboard boxes, random socks, loud emotions, and the occasional chicken that absolutely does not want to stay in her coop. And the kicker? I’m doing it all with one functioning hand.…
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Boxes, Bandaids, and Big Dreams: We’re On the Move 🏡
Here’s the thing about moving: it always sounds like a fresh start and a beautiful adventure… until you’re knee-deep in cardboard chaos, your children are emotionally unraveling over a broken Happy Meal toy, and you’re attempting to tape boxes with one functioning hand and a roll of duct tape that’s fighting for its life. But yes, we’re…
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When the Fire Alarm Isn’t the Only Thing Triggering: Living with Invisible Injuries
Most days, I keep things cheeky and sarcastic, because that’s how I’ve always coped. But today’s post? It’s different. It’s vulnerable. And I think it’s important I share it—not just for me, but for anyone quietly carrying pain the world doesn’t see. What People See If you know me in real life, you might notice…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 