This killing time is killing me

I have been meaning to post on here for the past week and a half, but it seems like something always gets in the way. Just now I stopped writing this for a few minutes to jot down a strange dream I had this morning (it was about a wombat that was the size of a hampster). See? It is always something. Then last night, after putting off the blog for yet another day, I was thinking; it is not really the typing and posting that takes a lot of time. Even editing and posting pictures does take that long. It is composing the posts that is a bit time consuming. This led to the realization that while I may not have a lot of time in the evenings, I do have quite a bit of time during the day when I could get my thoughts down. Being a hall monitor in a high school is not the most difficult job in the world. My day consists of writing passes for visitors, signing people into the building, checking hall passes and ocassionally breaking up a fight. (It is actually quite sad that a full time hall monitor position is needed to begin with, but that is a completely different subject.) This leaves me with large-ish blocks of time with little to do. I usually use that time to work in my sketch book or stare mindlessly out the door. I think I will start using my door staring time to compose blog posts (I wrote this post this morning and I am posting it during my lunch break!). Then maybe I can post on a more regular basis and perhaps more frequently! Aren't you readers out there in the inter-web lucky?

Know Your Goat!

Earlier I promised more on goats. I know how the goats keep people coming back for more. Well here, today, we have more on goats.


Recently while talking to my wife and possibly other people in a context that I do not remember the topic of animals was brought up.
(Side note: My lack of memory was not due to anything untoward. The situation was just unimportant.)
Much to my suprise my wife says that she would not mind having a goat. My jaw would have dropped, but I'm a pretty cool cat so I kept it together. You see, I have wanted to expand our current animal ownership for a while in an effort to be more self sufficient. My wife has not. Thus when she said she was open to an animal larger than a basset hound I was quite taken aback.

Eventually we got to the crux of the matter, though. Why would she be ok with having a goat? Because she thinks it would be cute to see our son playing with it...she wants another pet. This is not exactly what I had in mind. When she says goat, she is thinking this...



When I say goat I am thinking this...

Missed it by that much.

Regardless, the issue is now on the table. The wife is ok with goats; I am ok with goats...the only question now is would it be worth it? In an effort to help make this decision a little easier I purchased some goat products (which are rather expensive!) to give them a try. Not much sense in raising goats if you don't like what comes out of them. I liked both the milk and cheese; my wife was ok with them. We have yet to try the goat meat. Perhaps this weekend.

Similarly I have started doing a small bit of research on raising goats and I can tell that I have barely scratched the surface. In that regard, if anyone has any good resources on raising goats (books, websites, magazines, etc) I would appreciate it if you tossed them my way.

Ok, enough goats for one night. I have to go do dishes and whatnot. (This is where a clever sign off would be if I had one. Any suggestions?)

-Rob