Hillary: I’m On Facebook

It is true. 

Not in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get on Facebook.  I have actually openly refused it, ignored it, judged it, and stated that it would never happen. 

My friend Hillary, and many other baby shower celebrants, were witness to this.

It was like this:

My sister was lots of months pregnant with the icicle.  Mom and I went to Denver to her baby shower. 

I in my white cotton dress that is the dress of my Laura Ingalls dreams, wearing my great grandmother’s cameo locket.  In other words, looking rather farm-girl-old-fashionedish.

All others in attendance were self-proclaimed city girls.

I had just finished explaining that I have goats and milk them twice a day.  That I used to be a city girl, like my sister and like them.  And that I am now a converting farm girl.  It was a rather interesting, awe producing ( I like to think), crazy (they like to think) conversation.

Then began the discussion of who is on Facebook, and various excerpts of Facebook experiences.

Hillary:   “Are you on Facebook?”

Me:  (With look of disbelief)  “I have goats.” (full emphasis on goats.  Duh was left unspoken.)

It was left as a mutual understanding The Goat Cheese Lady is not on and will never be on Facebook.

Until, eh-eh, now.

With a lot of advice from friends and husband, I was convinced that it would be a good idea to get on Facebook.  However, let it also be understood that I have nearly no idea how to use Facebook.  I can log on.  I can read whatever shows up.  I can click on stuff.  But, I’m not sure of much else.  So, don’t, even for a second, think that I will be able to respond in any timely manner if you contact me via Facebook.

No, this is not an Excuse To Fail, my beloved Judy Barnett.

It is simply a delay tactic to allow me to learn how to do it.  And to remember to do it.  And to continue along my path of acceptance that I am doing it.

So, Hillary, I AM ON FACEBOOK!!!  Actually, not me.  I will take no personal credit for it.  The offending party is The Goat Cheese Lady.  Blame (or thank?) her.

–  The Goat Cheese Lady, Now On Facebook.

P.S.  To My Husband:  I learned how to blog, honey, I promise I’ll learn to use Facebook without too many more repeat lessons from you.

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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