So yeah... It's been a while. You know, almost a year. The site looks odd, which is the normal for RT, and has been the normal for years. Sheesh, for the last oh, 7+ years at that. People are bitching about it, also normal. Sponsorship has altered, which was only to be expected. The community has won some, lost some, moved here and there, and well, that's only to be expected as well.
I'm not sure if photos work in the journals anymore, so I'm not going to try to link them just yet. If you've been missing out on the farm updates, I'd highly recommend following the ranch facebook page, over on http://www.facebook.com/dotranchchurros for the latest in lamby goodness. From a humble start, I'm now pretty proud to say, my ranch has catapulted to worldwide fame for being home to the most genetically diverse flock of Navajo-Churro Sheep on the entire planet. Not bad for a gimpy, grumpy old broad who spent most of her life as an Army mechanic.
Tyger is doing great, going to school now, TALKING, reading, and excelling beyond my wildest dreams. He's still autistic, he's still pretty unique, but I no longer spend as much time worrying about whether or not he'll need a caretaker, and I now spend more time hoping that maybe, just maybe, with a little bit of help, he'll be able to take over this woolly wild sheep empire I'm building through so much sweat, blood, and help of my friends.
In sad news, my mother passed away after a prolonged battle with lung cancer. She held on for almost a year past the date the doctors gave her a prognosis of six weeks, but it was one really rough, ugly year. I was with her the night she crossed over, holding her in my arms. It was a brutal experience, and I pretty well dropped my basket for a few months afterwards, but I was just glad that even though I lost my mom that day, she went on to be free from all the pain and indignities of cancer. It taught me a lot about compassion for others, all the things wrong with the United States medical system, and a deep and abiding belief in right to die laws.
All is not grim in 2016 though. In amazing, unexpected, utterly surprising news, I'm happy to say I got married to my partner in crime and best friend. That's right. Married. I even threw a big ass BBQ with my friends, at which I served meat from the animals we raised ourselves on this ranch. How freaking cool is that? B Cubed, aka Bean Beau Bob, is now an official member of the family, and Tyger has been over the moon thrilled to tell everybody that he has a dad now. I didn't realize just how hard losing his father was on him until I saw his relief, joy, and utterly open embracing of Bob as his new dad, and I am really happy that he gets that chance at normalcy now.
So there you go. Your annual recap, and hopefully I won't be as absent for the rest of 2016. In case you're attending PAX West, I'll be there, helping run security for the show. Feel free to hit up Info Booth and ask if anybody has seen BaghdadBean, but expect to move fast, because we all know I tend to be a moving target when there's work to be done.
I really miss the old sponsor emoticons for journals. Just sayin'.