I'm not saying….
….I understand anything about her but… I do not understand about the whole cake mix thing. She says she will bake a cake…with this cake mix…if she gets some arbitrary number of subscribers. The whole thing is so stupid I don't have the capacity to even try to think about it. The main question is Who Cares? Is there someone in the world that will subscribe so she can bake a cake? What if she lies and bakes the cake any way?……yeah, okay…WHO CARES? Is this what passes as content nowadays? We're doomed.
“This farm has ten days to do some serious sales to avoid foreclosure risk! so if you can share these pet portraits, or spread the word on meat sales, soap bundles, logos, anything I can offer you may need - please send a DM! thank you for considering!”
ReplyDeleteHere she goes again with her fake fear of foreclosure, manipulative marketing for free funds.
“Sure, Jen.” You’re a pathological liar. If that was really true, then you’d sell those Taylor Swift tickets for a pricey profit.
DeleteI can’t count how many times she’s cried wolf about being foreclosed. It would’ve already happened by now. Jenna is trying to elicit empathy by lying about her mortgage payments being behind.
DeleteOne of her manipulative marketing maneuvers is putting pressure on people to make pity purchases. Jenna’s a predator, and sociopathic scammer.
DeleteShe’s deleted that all now
DeleteAnon in GA
If you are sitting on two Eras tickets plus the funds to go to and from and enjoy the show and bring some merch home, if you are sitting on two horses that are purely neglected pets and not workhorses, if you are sitting on two vehicles, with their two insurances, registrations, emissions, repair and maintenance, if you are sitting on all sorts of fun purchases, multiple streaming services, iPhone and Wi-Fi plans…and this is me just scratching the surface, then,
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE NOT IN FEAR OF FORECLOSURE
Period, full stop.
Exactly. It’s very obvious that she’s lying again about the fake fear of foreclosure. People are simply stupid if they’re blinded by her blatant begging.
DeleteAnd if you have a home with equity, then the fear of foreclosure is a crock of crap.
DeleteAnonymous 12:10: Exactly! she has 10+ years of equity. She has so many creative financial options open to her. In fact, I believe there was talk years ago that she could have refinanced but she didn't want to. The bank won't foreclose. That is the last thing they want to do, they will work with her to allow her to keep her house / property. Also, her payment includes her taxes held in escrow, so the actual amount owed to the bank is less than what her monthly payment is.
DeleteA bank may threaten foreclosure after 3 mos. of nonpayment, (according to her, I don't know) but the process is a long one. She is in no real danger. That is why she is comfortable spending the mortgage money on other non-essentials. Begging for "mortgage" money brings in the funds, If she begged for money to pay for her other crap, not so much. I can't even fathom why anyone, no matter how much disposable income they have, would donate to her or buy anything they don't really want or need just to "support" her, especially when being pressured into doing so.
DeleteIn my world, the housing payment always comes first, car: second. Clothes and even food are easy to come by if you are in need. As for the animals, don't have them if you can't afford them.
We’ve wondered for awhile about whether Jenna really owns her home. I think that it’s possible maybe her parents bought it at some point. That would explain why she can’t either sell it or use any equity. Thoughts?
Deletefootnote to Anonymous 2:13. I don't mean to make light of food shortages in some areas., I know some people really struggle with having enough food, but not in her area (or mine). There is food aplenty once you know where to go to find it. People pass it around and plenty gets thrown away. But that's a whole different issue.
DeleteAnon 2:18, she's listed as the property owner on the Washington County property records. It's public information.
DeleteAnonymous 2:41. Thanks for the information. I wrote the comment above. But I still suspect that things aren’t as they appear. Even on the property records.
DeleteAnd voila!! Just like this, she just deleted that tweet. Called out and busted.
ReplyDeleteNice work Shamsters!!
DeleteSuch a liar!!!!
Jenna has often been shamed by our comments here, and then deleted her stupid tweets. So much for the filthy feral farmer not caring about criticism. LOL!!!
DeleteJenna can’t cope when she’s called out on her crap.
DeleteShe has this site bookmarked, and frequently refreshes her screen multiple times a day. HD once confirmed that her IP address is always here.
DeleteUnfortunately, for Jenna, this blog tracks her tweets. Whether or not they’re deleted. We keep records as a public warning to be aware of her unethical tactics.
Delete“Friday getting attention however she can…”
ReplyDeleteAnd the “scrappy little lesbian” is the same way.
Her man hand and filthy fingers are repellent.
DeleteAnother puzzling post on IG (almost lost between all the TS videos). She announced that she has two logo spots available. If this is how she supposedly earns her living then one would think she would take on as many projects as possible. After all by her own admission it is primarily cut and paste off clip art sites with a few doodles of her own. How long can it take. And I reiterate, mixing your business posts amongst all your teenybopper crap does not make you look professional.
ReplyDelete“She’s so pumped for #TSTheErasTour”
ReplyDeleteI’m shocked that she didn’t say the stupid “stoked” instead of “pumped.” Her weird worship of a teen twat crush is bizarre behavior for a woman who’s 40 not 14.
It’s like fixating on being an obsessive lesbian, and cyber stalking of famous females is her whole identity now.
DeleteIt’s almost a full day later, and the stupid tweet only has one lone “like.”
Deletewhat a relief that, stressed as she is, JW’s able to relax, enjoy a spread with friends, play some music by the fire.
ReplyDeleteA LOT to unpack here. Jenna is sort of Cambridge’s TAylor Swift... in her own mind...
ReplyDeleteFrom IG:
“I think that people who don’t understand the intensity of this fan base think Swifties love pop music and a pretty tall blonde. I don’t know a single fan of Taylor Swift that cares in anyway about how the music is produced or the style or the genre. Swift t’s are fans of the spectacle that is an ordinary woman sharing her life story through her writing in extraordinary ways. She has made herself into an international superstar by talking about feelings, heartbreak, sadness, secret relations. I’m a memoirist, or used to be, and I’m desperately trying to catch up on last months bills to keep my dream alive by hoping strangers get emotionally invested and value what I create-historically hard for a woman to do at any time...”
There’s more but it’s more TS worship as always.
So at least she’s telling the truth that she wants strangers to support her so she can do fuck all every day!
She is truly delusional. It’s either very sad to watch her devolving or else it’s her new spin on internet begging. I have mixed feelings on this one. Either way, it’s really messed up. She’s really messed up.
DeleteWow. Pig Shocker's heartfelt musings are incredibly... banal.
DeleteThey remind me of one of her early supporters who rabbited on about Pig Shocker's importance as a social media influencer and the need for people to support her, because she just *is*.
ROFL. The problem is JW observations are trite, suburban Pennsylvania at best. She's outmatched as a writer, underqualified as a "homesteader" and too selfish to learn and absorb new ideas. Additionally, her writings have show her to be untrustworthy.
Thus, it's almost impossible for all but a few emotionally-disturbed enablers to become "emotionally invested and value" what she spews forth - especially when her content largely consists of self-inflicted or fabricated crises.
And the Taylor Swift thing? JFC, she needs to give it a rest. She might as well be Team Edward.
PDD
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DeleteDon't you hate when auto-correct sneakily changes a word incorrectly??
Btw, imho, Taylor Swift is merely the latest "girl singer " to sell angst with pretty melodies. She's elevator music & call-waiting material.
https://berkeleybeacon.com/is-taylor-swift-revolutionary-or-is-she-just-white/
https://popculturepress.org/2022/taylor-swifts-midnights-illustrates-emotional-intensity-but-delivers-musical-mediocrity/
**Obsessing** over TS shows how shallow JW has become.
PDD
She is not well. This will not end well.
DeleteAnonymous 8:16. It won’t end well for her. Jenna’s mental illness combined with having a defective character doesn’t bode well for her future.
DeleteHer dumb ‘dream” is dead and over. Jenna’s had ten plus years to make it as a farmer, and it’s never going to happen now.
DeleteEdit: “dream”
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ReplyDeleteJenna Woginrich 🏳️🌈
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I got 10 days left to make a mortgage payment, cover the rest of a butcher bill, and go into April 1 month behind, not 2. I'll be promoting like hell. I am working part time, doing freelance, logos, soap, pet portraits - anything to keep this farm safe. Wish me luck I need it.
If you can’t pay your bills, you may want to increase your “working” from part time. That’s what the rest of us do.
Oh but we are supposed to support your dream. Sorry I’m supporting mine instead.
And also “working like hell,” and “trying like nuts” are stupid statements that she’s made multiple times for over ten years and counting. Not here now on the stupid tweet but elsewhere. She can take her “this farm” shield, and shove it where the sun don’t shine. Jenna rigidly refuses to accept any adult accountability for her actions and consequences.
DeleteThere’s her magical mention of “luck” rather than work.
DeleteThis disingenuous tweet is an example of a manipulative marketing maneuver that she often uses. She’s putting pressure on people to make pity purchases. Jenna’s a predator, and sociopathic scammer. I’m surprised that she didn’t mention foreclosure again. Although she did delete that one we shamed her about here a few days ago.
DeleteThat lying, lazy loser doesn’t deserve “support.” She’s already had much more than her fair share for over a decade. And Jenna hasn’t done anything with it but whine.
DeleteOh im sure she will talk about foreclosure and scary letters again in the 10-15 days mark before leaving for that concert
DeleteNarrator: No one offered Jenna any luck.
DeleteSeveral things: so here she goes again with ten days. And that she would be a month behind if she pays the February mortgage. No, dumbass, you’d actually be two months behind because normal people pay the April mortgage on the first day of April, not February’s.
ReplyDeleteAlso. The thing about the butcher bill. First, she she telling us she is just now harvesting the pigs that people paid for almost two years ago?? Second, that butcher bill was paid in full by shares a long time ago.
But she robs Peter to pay Paul, so that’s that.
Working part time? Prove it. I don’t buy it.
Her whole life is lies.
DeleteJenna “ working like hell”
ReplyDeleteAlso Jenna: multiple posts with commentary on TS and puts a chicken in a box to go to caerluna’s house for a “drench and tea”.
drench: went swimming and needed a fancy word for it?
DeleteComment below is supposed to go here. PDD
DeleteHD. Comments are rapidly being removed today by the spam filter. I wrote one with “crap,” and it’s been deleted. I’ve had five missing within a few hours. Could you please try to adjust the settings? Otherwise, it’s a waste of words and time. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteThere are no settings to adjust. It is a glitch. I don't know what to do about it.
DeleteHD
I'm sure Pig Shocker believes using terms of industry make her look rural and quirky. Same with written juxtaposition: "Oh, look", you're supposed to think, "Drench and *tea*" ... how fabulously funny!"
DeletePDD
The "drench" Jenna was referring to was the medicine for the hen in the photo. It is typical of her to use insider language specifically to "other" people unfamiliar with it in the hope they will see her as an authority.
ReplyDeleteahhhhhh
DeleteOh good I was right! I figured that’s what she was doing. I had no desire to google it because it sounded gross!
DeleteWhere’s “Rachel Keane” to shill her shit for free? She shows up when Wog gets desperate. Jenna’s probably hiding her now, since we’ve outed the account as being one of her alts.
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I am offering 2 design spots at $50 each, so $150 for unlimited revisions until you are happy or your money back! This can be for a logo, t shirt, poster, letterhead, anything! And the money goes towards this farm making it through the month! Sales are hard so please share!
Ummm is it $5o each or $150 each? Smokin’ much? Girl can’t write copy or edit a simple tweet to save her freaking life.
No wonder her book got rejected and she can’t get a real job in anything related to writing or marketing.
Her writing is rotten, and done in a deliberately dense manner.
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Omg for $50 OFF EACH, not $50 each 🫠
Dumbass. Glad she came here to check and get tips on editing.
lol
DeleteJenna’s often edited her stupid mistakes after reading our mockery corrections.
Delete“Good morning from the perfect man.”
ReplyDeleteHe’s a male dog not a man. Her asinine attempts to be funny are always epic failures. Jenna has no humor.
“If you don't want to purchase anything, but want to support or contribute - there's over 15 years of free blog posts telling my story, and anything at all helps a one-woman queer farm struggling to catch up from last month - my venmo is jennawog
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!”
She’s retweeted her blatant big beg again, complete with a “queer” reference.
It’s also a lie about “catching up.” Her faux farm has never been solvent, by Jenna’s own admission, in over a decade.
DeleteIt was also her choice to do “free blog posts.” She rarely writes anything now on her dispatches. Now, Jenna acts as if she’s owed money for old work.
DeleteShe hasn’t created anything worthwhile in years. Yet Jenna still expects to be rewarded for past posts.
DeleteCan I just say... my partner and I are both queer folks, and yes we like to support pride events in our community, donating raffle prizes from the farm or things we make and volunteering, and we've always been open and inclusive of all folks at our farm events... but I would never even for a second think of calling it a "QUEER FARM" that's just... tacky af. And frankly exploitive?
DeleteAnonymous 6:58. My spouse and I could also be considered a queer couple, but we wince in dismay at how Jenna tries to use it as manipulative marketing to sell her stuff. She’s insufferable and despicable.
Deletehttps://twitter.com/rachelkeane72/status/1639065913180798979?cxt=HHwWhoC-6fHwkL8tAAAA
ReplyDeleteHere’s her alternate account, as predicted above, trying to promote her products for free.
Jenna’s patterns are predictable once you see them.
DeleteShe must* think
DeleteReminds me of her other fake/ alternative name, was it Kirby McKenzie, Corbie McKenzie, something or other?
Huh. Original comment for this correction just disappeared. I was saying how if you follow Rachel’s link, all there is on that account is Wog retweets. She must think her few followers are so stupid.
DeleteAnonymous 5:37. Yeah, a lot of comments keep disappearing. I’m the one who asked HD about it above.
DeleteApparently, it’s an annoying glitch with the spam filter that can’t be fixed.
It’s very clear that “Keane” is just Jenna. She’s trying to fool her followers into thinking that she has social support.
DeleteNow now Shamsters, Rachel Keane doesn’t ONLY post about Jenna’s sales... she also made one post about werewolf fiction books!
DeleteUmmm... Ok you got me... it’s Jenna!🤪
Many moons ago, my sister's account was blocked by the Wog herself. Rachel Keane also blocked her account. I'm sure it's a coincidence.
DeletePDD. Oh, yeah. That’s definitely a “coincidence.”
DeleteOh my goodness. A blog update from Red Flag Farm... like an Easter basket for Shamsters!
ReplyDelete🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I took a hit for the team, and copied her post below. Clearly, this one was in response to us calling her out for rarely writing. Everything that Jenna does is justification and reactionary.
DeleteAnon, kudos to you. I could barely finish her run-on pap and excuses. No wonder the book agent won't touch her with a 10-foot pole.
DeletePer usual, she refuses to do the one thing that would solve her many problems: get a real job w/benefits.
You know that feeling of turning off your car when you're home, but having no recollection of the drive? The commute fades into liminal space—a blur of headlights and traffic signs you navigated on autopilot, but somehow you’re parked in front of your house again—that what this winter was for me. Liminal space.
ReplyDeleteI’ve been more isolated this winter than I was during quarantine. Ironically, at the peak of pandemic caution, back in 2020, I had the most human contact I’d ever experienced in my life. After a decades of living alone and closeted, I met someone. We started dating right before lockdown and I spent that winter, spring, and summer falling in what I thought was love and enjoying the first real relationship of my life. Despite the death tolls and terrifying headlines all around us, I was so happy.
For the first time in my life, I felt worthy of love. Turns out, that was the fix I’d been jonesing for my whole life. I see people online constantly chasing feelings of contentment through their credit cards, passports, and skin-care routines but all any of us really want is to feel worth the space we take up. When you have that—even if it’s just a few months in your life—it resets your instrumentation. It can turn a plane right around.
Last winter, the one that happened right after my November 2021 break up, I was not prepared for being alone again. There’s a different viscosity to loneliness after learning what it is like to be in a relationship. It’s not something you can swim in anymore, not long. If you let yourself stay there you’ll drown from exhaustion. I get it now, why people stay in relationships that no longer serve them. You may be miserable but at least you have company. Someone to split the bills with, come home to. I think for a lot of people their life’s real work is coming to terms with that compromise. I used to think that was something to pity. Now it's something I envy.
So, I spent that winter after she left in survival mode, treading water in an oil spill. Going through the hard months the only way I know how: ignore all the holidays. Watch other people prep for Christmas parties and ski trips like David Attenborough is narrating their wildly-different experience on the planet to me. Focus on the farm, the animals, the electric bill, direct needs and lives I can actually make a difference in. It’s hard enough just staying warm and keeping everyone fed. So I forget about romance and travel and achieving less wrinkles/smaller pores. Farm, do it well, and eventually you'll feel sunlight again. June always comes back.
DeleteIt did. That summer had so much light. You just can’t know.
Winter came back too, and this was very much a repeat of the one before. Only this time I self-isolated to the extreme of not wanting company at all. Friends understood, they stayed away. No one bothered me around Thanksgiving or Christmas. I can count on one hand the times I left the house that wasn't for the post office, getting groceries or buying feed or fuel. I'd go weeks only talking to strangers on Instagram or dating apps (both wildly unsatisfying, but a passable simulacrum of a social life if you're good at lying to yourself).
Turns out I am very good at being alone. Like any skillset, the more you practice the better you are. I have my routines, a disciplined order to my days. I wake up early, earlier than ever before in my life. I like being up when everything is dark and all the animals are still resting, not even expecting hay or grain yet. I let the dogs out, turn on the electric kettle, and start the little space heater in the bathroom. Then there’s the shambling morning routine of preparing the day’s fire. You'll find me in my concrete-floored mudroom with a maul trying to cut kindling without imbedding the blade in my shin. (So far so good, but it's anyone's horserace.) I collect all the foraged ingredients for a fire and strike a match. Hope for the day starts. Hope starts with warmth, did you know that? That once you feel warm again you can focus on loftier things, like income and kitchen floor repairs and saving the $20 cash back from the pharmacy in a mug for piglets.
Lots of personal setbacks this winter. The kind that make every step you take, indoors and out, feel like the ground beneath you isn’t sturdy. I'll catch you up:
DeleteThe falconry bird I trapped and trained flew away the second time I went hunting with him. That was my fault. I wasn't focused this year and the manning period on the glove was taking so long I felt guilty. Birds aren't supposed to hop to gloves in living rooms, they're supposed to fly. I lost patience, thought all my years of experience would make up for the hawk's inexperience. Guess what? It did not. And I lost my favorite winter sport, hunting with a bird.
I needed another root canal; the consequences of 20 years of sporadic bulimia that destroyed my teeths' enamel back in my teens and twenties and made them crumble apart by my mid thirties. I think that was my 8th root canal? I need more, I’m sure. Honestly I’m proud there’s any teeth in my mouth at all. Anyway, also my fault.
The book I’d been writing for years was rejected by my agent. It wasn’t personal, she simply doesn’t sell memoirs anymore. The market for what I do is so competitive, and since none of my previous titles were NY Times Best Sellers; it’s nearly impossible to sell a book that isn’t a fresh author’s voice or a proven hitmaker. Publishers want to know their making a good investment, not a lateral, slow return. Over 60,000 words on my life story collecting dust now. All that prose about growing up queer and disappointing, coming out, finding who I am on this mountain and all the lonely years of hawks and horses that adding up to that stupid book. I really thought it would save the farm. Make me an author again. Prove to my family, the women that didn’t want me, hell, prove to myself - that I was had some intrinsic worth outside these 6.5 acres. I even tried promoting it on social media but that’s like screaming out a window in a snowstorm. I haven’t touched it in months. This is the most writing I’ve done about myself since.
I can’t hike. I can't run. I can't even walk very far. Honestly, that's been the worst of it. Going to the woods, even a day hike on my local section of the AT, was as exiting to me as your upcoming vacation to whatever beach you’ll be on. But I think the sprain from last summer was more serious than I could imagine, and I can’t even walk the dogs down the mountain road three days in a row without it aching to the point of limping. I didn’t have dependable health insurance when it happened because the state made a mistake when I applied, and couldn’t be sure I could afford treatment. I figured all they would do is tell me to rest and let it heal, impossible as flight.
DeleteI can't bring myself to watch my favorite backpacking youtubers anymore. Everything they do feels like gloating. It isn't, but when you're broken it feels like it.
So this winter I dealt with loss. The loss of holidays, a bird, a book, a working foot, and other things. Mostly, the predictable loss of warmth. I knew if I was going to get through winter I would have to be for myself what I so desperately wanted to be for someone else: a caretaker.
So I took that seriously, very seriously. I made sure every day that I had specific goals and they all had to be completed by 4PM, because after sunset I was no longer able to function as a person. That’s when things were dark and I got scared, and so I turned this farmhouse into what I needed - which was a synthetic summer.
After dark the house is finally warm, it takes all day - feeding the fire and waiting - but by sundown the living room was well over 70 degrees and if I made any sort of sale I could feel a little reprieve from my anxiety. I let myself have that. I’d fill the house with candlelight and a gentle playlist. I'd practice my yoga and drink ginger-peach tea with honey and allow my body to just be what it is.
I started a doing regularly yoga with my ex. After they left I kept doing it. Now, years into a daily practice my body is learning to be something different. I am a very flexible badger now. And when yoga is done and the house smells like herbs and candles and soft feminine things I try to watch something funny or encouraging or something that feels like me at the core. Gilmore Girls, Lord of the Rings, Hunger Games, Ted Lasso, Buffy, Paddington 2. I fall asleep with those friends' voices. Sleep usually lasts a few hours and then I’m up by 2-3AM. I give up trying to fall asleep and go downstairs by 5AM to light the fire.
DeleteI tried to do normal social human stuff. I went on first dates with some lovely women, but all of them deserve an apology and possibly financial compensation for their troubles, because dating was not something I should've been doing. I should have been writing.
The upside of this winter? The time alone, never leaving the farm, saved me money. With inflation being what it is, it has never been harder to make a sale and it’s amazing how one trip into town can cost $100 after you get a few gallons of gas, a bag of dog food, and some basic groceries these days. So I don’t leave. I don’t even allow an ounce of gas to burn unless it’s 1000% necessary. There are no drives to the brewery for music and a kombucha anymore. No more take out dinners. I can’t remember the last time I sat in a restaurant? I think it was when my ex took me to Burlington, summer 2021?
Anyway, I eat a lot less than I did before, which saves money but makes me feel cold, the downside to being warm blooded like the mammal chumps we are. Hunger left this winter, too. That hit sometime around mid February. That sounds drastic, but I promise you I'm the same thick piece of work.
Most of the time I think about warmth. I think about summer. Floating down the Battenkill, thunderstorms in the hammock under the maple, horses grazing on the mountain while I sit in the tall grass at sunset. I got a heated throw blanket this winter. The cheap kind, polyester with a device the size of an 1990s remote to turn it on, but the first time I used it was a revelation. When I covered my body with it and felt that warmth without weight, it reminded me of sunlight. And I broke down and cried harder than I ever had, not in sadness but relief. I didn’t know what it felt like to experience warmth without all that extra weight. That’s what sunshine feels like. That's what being in love feels like.
DeleteOkay, some good news:
Winter is over. The Spring Equinox came and the day was mild and sunny as an answered prayer. There's a small (but growing!) community of co-religionists around here and we're creating dependable gatherings for the Wheel of the Year. For Ostara, just this past Tuesday, I was outside by a campfire in a pair of sunglasses, playing music with friends and eating good food we raised on our farms. There were kids laughing, talk of lambs and goslings, And my sucker's drug of choice: hope, starting to course through me again.
All the pork shares for this past season were picked up by lovely customers, old and new. The butcher bill was the same cost as a root canal, but the promise was fulfilled. I already talked with a local breeder about this year's pigs and have my harvest appointment made for next January. I also have all the usual spring appointments made: fairer, sheep shearing, chipped tooth repair. I just got a text moments ago about some possible feeder lambs. Sometimes at night I sketch out new gardens, where I'll make a new stone wall. All I've got will go into making this place beautiful.
I got a part-time job script writing, of all things. It's cents on the word, and I am only on my fourth project with my new boss, but it pays as much as if I got a job at Stewarts 12 hours a week and I can do it from the farm. Right now the gig takes hours of research, but I figure if I stick with it, it will get easier and faster and possibly lead to more opportunities. I'm proud of myself for asking for that gig and landing it. It'll be exciting to see what I wrote all produced.
DeleteMusic has been everything. The ukulele and the songs I learned never left my hands, helped them stay warm. I am not a good singer and I am not a good player, but there's an earnest love for it and just like with my yoga practice - it suits me. I bought a $76 concert-sized instrument (larger than normal, for sausage fingers like mine) at Yule for myself and it's been the most money I've spent on therapy in ages. Songs by Fletcher, Noah Cyrus, Gracie Abrams, and Taylor Swift fill this house at night. Even my singing grew more confident, just ask the dogs.
Speaking of Taylor, can you believe I got tickets!? Fans with a long history of buying music and merchandise off her website got entered into a lottery for the pre-sale. I've been playing her cassettes in my truck and records on my turntables for years. I had the chance for tickets for the Boston show and the code needed to buy them. An ex (do they count as an ex if you only dated three months?) fronted me the money for tickets if I could get them and I fucking did. I sat with Ticketmaster for 5 hours in that death rattle of a queue, but I got us in, and this May I will see Taylor live for the fist time in my life. I bought myself two tickets. I thought I'd be taking a date, but per my earlier confession about my failure at that all winter - I am going with another local homesteader who is also a fan and has a more reliable car for the trip to Massachusetts. (My 2009 Subaru needs some muffler welding.) Anyway, I look forward to that experience more than you can possibly imagine. It will be my one night off the farm all year. My heart's got claw marks all over it and I'm a slut for feelings. I can not wait to be in that stadium. I know every word to every song on that setlist by heart. I am ready for church.
If I can swing it, I want to do more to improve my home and small life on this farm. I want to "redo" my bedroom. By that I mean paint the walls a fresh color and take out the old dog-stained carpet, maybe get a warm new duvet an cover. Make it the bedroom of a grown woman who finally knows herself.
DeleteThis whole time, over a decade, I kept the rooms in most of the house exactly the way they were when I bought the place. The same paint and carpets and wallpapers because I always thought of this farm as not really mine. I’d either lose the farm to foreclosure, or whatever woman I ended up with would want to decorate the place and make it hers. Well, I’m about to hit this farm’s 13th birthday with me and I’m still here. So this year I'm claiming it. I'll paint, and clean, remove cobwebs and support the sagging floors and fill my walls with art full of gnashing teeth and beautiful women and all the things that make me want to keep trying. Keep trying to get warm.
That said, I’m not focusing on romance. My life is what it is. I am who I am. I like me, and I'm a pretty good bet when it comes to taking care of myself. Honestly, falling in love with myself has been a long time coming. I plan on sweeping myself off my feet this summer. Just wait till you see the flowers.
I am going to plant so many flowers.
Success is a sliding scale. Not everyone needs the same things, or even wants them. To me, success meant living the life I want every day, and finding meaning and happiness doing it. My biggest fear growing up was ending up spending these few good decades we get with our bodies behind a desk. I always knew I could get a job behind a counter when my body gave out, but when I was young I wanted to FARM. I wanted to be outside, with animals, every single day. I wanted to be preparing for snowstorms in my barn, not fearing the drive home in an office. And while I haven't made any of the milestones my peers have, I feel successful as hell for being here a decade. It's scrappy, but it's mine.
I feel so wealthy on some levels, like embarrassingly so. I own my own farm, for Christ's sake. I have this land with a forest path lit by lantern light. A pond to watch the newts and frogs scuttle around in. I have two amazing dogs, a pair of good horses (Merlin is very much retired now, over 30 years old, and looks more like Steven Tyler everyday, but otherwise good), more importantly I have something to fight for, which is to simply remain. And all these people I watch on Instagram, with their proposals in front of the Eiffel Tower or whatever bullshit I’m supposed to be impressed by - none of that feels motivational to me. I just want to be able to farm this land, observe the Wheel, and feel warm on occasion. While you dream of Paris, I dream of solvency. Because someday, mark my words, I won't wake up afraid of my mailbox anymore. Worrying that a foreclosure letter is lying in wait. (One is currently on my mail table. I try to treat it like a first base coach and not a threat.)
DeleteIt's a real mindfuck not knowing what is going to happen to you at 40. I'm terrified and excited, because whatever second-act problems I am having with my life the ending will at least be interesting.
I feel like I could have just told you to get in your car alone at night, crank the heat and roll down the windows and drive in that liminal space. Turn up the speakers high as they will go and listen to Labyrinth; That was the last six months. This winter was driving in a snowstorm listening to that anxiety fever dream of a song. And I know no one listens to Taylor Swift until they're ready, and none of you will either, but if you're looking for emotional efficiency, she's beat me by about ten minutes. My goal is to have a summer that sounds like Daylight, Live in Paris. I need a new song, I'll tell you that much for free.
DeleteListen, all I want is to be able to stay here. Stay in this place that has taken care of me by allowing me to take care of it. I want the gardens. I want the path. I want the animals. I want a chance with another hawk, dammit. I want to practice my music and archery and yoga and slowly heal all these broken things inside and out so I can walk up a mountain again. I don't need sheets with a thread-count, or take out, or world travel, or a partner, or some amazing book deal.
I just need to write, feel safe again, and find a little sunlight. Being warm will be enough.
Anyway, you're all caught up.
This was one of her stupid, weird word salads. Basically, it’s all a bunch of bull. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. One can’t be both victim and victor at the same time.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part was how she chose not to spend holidays with friends (like before). Uh huh, sure, Miss Wog, because they flew to CALIFORNIA.
DeleteSecond favorite part was learning that she didn't drive her vehicle anywhere, unless it was 1000% necessary *sniff*. TIL Stewart's mint drinks, gourmet ice cream and frosting are 1000% necessary.
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⬆️Yup totally necessary. Trips to caerluna’s farm and the brewery when a friend txted they had her favorite chili at the brewery!!
DeleteBoy that was a depressing read. I like how she basically ends it with. “I just want to do all the things I like to do without worrying about how to pay for it”
ReplyDeleteWouldn’t we all.
DeleteHilarious that the dog video shows what appears to be a foreclosure notice on the desk.
ReplyDeleteHer blog post only has 185 views in five hours. No wonder she is having trouble with sales.
ReplyDeleteI found her blogpost manipulative. It’s like a bingo card with all the predictability we’ve come to expect:
ReplyDelete-teeth problems
-car trouble- muffler now
-butcher bill catching up
-TS stuff
-baiting for a girl
-and of course, that darn foreclosure letter sitting on the table.
-complaints about slow sales
-slip ups including bragging about online yoga, multiple streaming services, luxury items.
-lying about not making unnecessary trips or going to the brewery or picking up takeout
Wow! Where to begin? One could spend forever picking all that nonsense apart. As someone who has always had low-paying jobs but always supported myself and buying my own home, how can she even think about sprucing up with paint, new carpeting, bedding etc. when she fears foreclosure and is limited physically? Every dime and ounce of energy should be spent on taking care of the house, property and animals. And take-out dinners? And flowers? I love flowers but maybe she should spend her gardening energy and money on growing food. If not for herself to sell or as feed for the pigs and chickens. Why would anyone give her money when she squanders it so blatantly?
ReplyDeleteMy takeaway:
ReplyDeleteVery manipulative, as said above.
I don’t want to travel, or go to Paris, or go out to eat, or take out, or a partner, or... or... sheets! I just want to keep my house and my animals although I’m not really going to put much of my own effort into that.
Jenna- I will repeat this for you until maybe it sinks in. If you cannot afford what you have, you work more OR reduce expenses. That’s it. Lots of people don’t travel to Paris or get take out because it’s not in the budget or we are saving for something else. You have to be able to pay YOUR bills without people “pitching in”.
Flowers sound great but you need to plant FOOD.
You have serious main character syndrome but this is life. You shouldn’t be figuring out how to pay the butcher bill, you already collected the money.
Let this sink in: she waited for five hours on the phone for pre-sale Taylor Swift concert tickets, tickets she was invited to purchase because "Fans with a long history of buying music and merchandise off her website got entered into a lottery for the pre-sale."
ReplyDeleteThis from a person who constantly laments that she can't pay her mortgage on time and can barely adequately take care of animals.
And, FYI, if she sold those now even- more- desirable Taylor Swift tickets, she could probably cover one - two months of mortgage.
Just how fcking stupid are the people who continue to support her??
I could not get through this latest post in one sitting. I got bored and clicked away. Her books have always been worsening versions of rehashed blog posts, now her twice a year blog post is a rehash of her instagram captions.
ReplyDeletePeppered with all the usual flavours of self-pity and self-aggrandizement, she casts herself as the damsel and the heroine who is oppressed by external evils and rescues herself, over and over. That's the wheel of her life: not the seasons but the endless cycle of crying.
I’ve never seen someone who’s as stuck in a stupid rut as Jenna has become. And she has only her obstinate stubbornness to blame for it. She really is “a thick piece of work” (in her own words).
Delete“I’ll tell you this much for free!”
DeleteI noticed her reference to bulimia. She's referenced having an eating disorder before (same, many of us did not survive teens in the 90s without it), but is implying her dental problems were the result of bulimia so severe snd prolonged it wrecked her teeth.
ReplyDeleteThe only person I know who started losing teeth bc of an eating disorder was a childhood friend of mine who passed away from it. You have to be puking multiple times a day for years to lose your teeth. And it's a horrific disease. My friend died of heart failure. Jenna is claiming to have suffered so severely from bulimia that it wrecked her teeth, but she has otherwise fully recovered?
I don't know, there's something so fishy about this. It doesn't track that someone with a history of bulimia would post a weekly pizza photo.
I'm thinking she's mentioning bulimia now for the first time as a cover for her never-ending imaginary dental expenses. Followed with "my fault" as a prompt for people to reassure her that an ED was NOT her fault and poor thing, let me help you with that dental bill the patriarchy gave you.
Jenna’s jumping on the bulimia bandwagon for more manipulative marketing. Your mention of “the patriarchy” was part of her vilifying men as the cause of her woes.
DeleteThat's not what "the patriarchy" is, but whatever.
DeleteIt’s not like she lost a perfectly good job through no fault of her own. She QUIT a perfectly good job with benefits. And now she complains of being broke and unable to pay her medical bills. Duh!
ReplyDeleteAgain, Jenna won’t accept any adult accountability for her actions and consequences.
Delete“And if you just want to pitch in: venmo is jennawog. I recently updated the blog for the first time in a very long time, it explains what has happened and why everything has been such a struggle. So if you don't want to spend money but love drama:”
ReplyDeleteHer damsel in distress “drama” is never ending chaos created by Jenna to filch free funds.
And her stupid “struggles” are because she’s too stubborn to make mature changes. Jenna counts on “luck” rather than her own hard work.
DeleteJenna never accepts any adult accountability for her actions and consequences. She tries to justify her poor decisions by blaming external circumstances.
Delete“Still trying to make February’s mortgage and every share could lead to a pork, Art, soap or design sale. I appreciate the kindness.”
ReplyDeleteJenna only “appreciates” cash not “kindness.” She’s s cunning sociopath who fails at empathy, and mimicking emotions.
Edit: She’s a cunning
Delete“The Goal for today is $220 earned. That will cover $120 in hay last week and out another $100 towards the February mortgage. I am offering logo designs at $50 off right now, and pet portraits are 2 for $100 - so if I can sell a logo and 2 pet portraits I can do it! PLEASE SHARE.”
ReplyDeleteNo one cares about her “Goals.”Her hyperbolic, screaming caps, and demands for others to do her manipulative marketing are obnoxious. Jenna’s pathological lying has become worse. She can’t keep track of how behind her mortgage payments are now.
Part of her predictable patterns are to tweet a goal number, because Jenna just wants someone to hand her that amount of money for free.
DeleteThe extra $20 is deliberately done to make her manipulative amount of money sound legit. Pathological liars, like Jenna, always give themselves away by their “tells.”
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ReplyDelete“Success is a sliding scale.” Then she’s “slid off the scale,” and has failed as a faux farmer.
“I bought a $76 concert-sized instrument (larger than normal, for sausage fingers like mine) at Yule for myself and it's been the most money I've spent on therapy in ages.”
ReplyDeleteI can’t count how many times she’d mentioned her stupid “sausage fingers.” Instead of buying more musical instruments, she’d be better off paying a person for “therapy.”
Edit: she’s mentioned
DeleteHer overuse of “liminal” sounds pretentious. It’s like “luck,” “this farm,” and “wanting to feel warm, safe, and solvent.”
ReplyDeleteOne interesting thing, rcotugno mentioned they've known each other for 4 years now, so it sounds like that "3 months dating" was before shannon. i know she mentioned going on a few dates before shannon, but I think she really kept that short relationship under the radar.
ReplyDeleteWhere did you see this mentioned?
Deleteon IG, the “truck in the sunlight” pic where she announced the new blogpost, rcotugno responded about how they dates for three months but have now been friends for 4 years. i’m assuming they dated at first and then went to being friends, but i could be wrong
DeleteRebecca is far too accomplished and attractive to settle for a lying, lazy loser like Jenna.
Delete(This comment was removed by the system, the first time that I posted it. Even though it has no cuss words in it.)
Anonymous 10:18. Thanks for answering my above question. I appreciate it.
DeleteMy comment was duplicated, because it looked like it didn’t post the first time.
DeleteThat's interesting. I'm surprised she's remained friends with Becca for so long without burning her out, but perhaps Becca has better boundaries.
DeleteMore Jenna math.
ReplyDeleteOn IG. She has a 1/4 share of pork available from the 1/24 harvest. How does she have this available if she’s been selling next years pork? *coughcough* local grocery store pork???
“A 1/4 pork share opened up! DM if interested!”
DeleteShe’s shilling it on Twitter, too. This pork share scam is one of her most manipulative marketing maneuvers to filch free funds up front. They magically “ open up” when Wog wants mortgage money. What a conniving criminal.
“Woke Wog” is virtue signaling again by tweeting political crap to appear hip and liberal.
ReplyDeleteI think the reason she posted that long post trying to “explain” why she is broke (again) was she is priming the waters for sympathy and trying to duplicate the fundraising success of Lee at Moxie Ridge.
ReplyDeleteThere is a huge difference here. Lee’s trademark is hard work. Lee does not use sexuality or gender as a crutch and fodder for pity. Lee had a legitimate mechanical failure. Lee has a real farm with dozens of animals and verifiable and consistently produced product.with multiple sales outlets. Lee has a deep base of customers. Lee is respected by the community. Lee has never mixed personal expenses with client money for example using animal share money and redirecting it from day, a butcher bill, to TS tickets. I could go on.
But I do think she is jealous of the way the community has rallied around Lee and she wants in on that.
That’s why I think she is almost making a billet point blog and laying it on thick.
I agree Anon 5:28 with everything you said. It’s almost like hey! Look over here! I can’t pay my bills either, nevermind that I blatantly tell you I want you to keep my dream alive.. just pay!
ReplyDeleteAlso, if she supposedly has a share available, why wouldn’t she offer it to someone who paid for one of her future shares.... then she could sell that share. Where does she store this pork? If they were harvested 1/24 per her IG and she suddenly in late March has meat available, where has it been. Don’t forget she had a power outage she was whining about a few weeks ago. Did this individual pay a year ago and then decide not to pick up or did they ask for money back? This story has so many holes!!!
" if she supposedly has a share available, why wouldn’t she offer it to someone who paid for one of her future shares"
DeleteYes, exactly! There must be someone who would rather have their share sooner.
As for storage, she puts them in the same freezer she uses to "refresh" her dirty stinky jeans.
i (a queer) don’t understand why queer people who think taylor swift is queer would like her. they think she’s sending them secret messages while simultaneously availing herself of straight privilege even though she could come out and still be pretty much the biggest star in the world? i would not have any respect for her if i believed that!
ReplyDeleteRIGHT!!!???
DeleteI don't get it how does she finally have a 1/4 share available all of a sudden. Doesn't the person pay upfront when she sells these shares? Did this pig grow a new leg/shoulder etc. so she ended up with more legs than most have? I am confused.
ReplyDeleteBought bacon at Stewart’s?
DeleteI bet you this is a January 2024 imagined share. It’s from unborn as of yet pigs. Magically conjured up. Because she needs money.
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Still offering these rates, and trying like mad to not lose this farm. A root canal and huge butcher bill are what I can’t recover from and if a mortgage payment isn’t made before April I’ll be up for foreclosure. Willing to haggle, whatever it takes
Some poor soul responded with “do you have an email addy?”
Whoever does this: Might be time to send this individual some information about Jenna!
I could see being in debt for a root canal, but people paid you TWICE for pig shares.... these that you supposedly harvested on 1/24 and for pigs not born yet for next year. Like said above, she is mixing business with personal expenses and that’s not how it works! Crying about her money woes on Twitter, TS posts and sitting on TWO TS tickets over on IG.
Omg exactly. She should have ZERO issues with paying the butcher. First, her share holders already paid for him/her last year. Second, the waited several months longer than usual to harvest the pigs. Third, worst case, she could “borrow” from the butcher allowance for 2024 that was recently paid to her by 24 share holders. Because according to her, she sold out of shares, folks! She should be swimming in pig money!!
DeleteMaybe the 1/24 is for January 2024? She always gets the money upfront for piglets not born yet.
ReplyDeleteI'm confused about the pork business too (as is Jenna! ) she can't possibly be making a profit on them. So, she fed them through the winter when they should've been butchered late fall or January? Probably didn't have the money then so had to wait.
She wants to filch funds up for fun.
DeleteEdit: funds up front for fun
DeleteJenna - Sell your TS tickets. Problem solved. You’re welcome.
ReplyDeleteYesterday I thought I saw a tweet reminding people that it was the last day of the $50 off sale. If I did, I suppose you would have to delete it if you were going to continue to offer it today.
DeleteJenna refuses to give up her luxuries like pricey concert tickets. Keeping her creature comforts is more important than maintaining having a home.
DeleteShe needs $$$ for the Taylor Swift concert: gas, hotel, food, beer, merch --this foreclosure b.s. is just a cover for her needing spending money!
ReplyDeleteBingo!!!
DeleteHer whole life is lies.
DeleteAbsolutely. What a grifter.
DeleteRE: the Feral Farmer’s recent photo: If I didn’t recognize neglect when I see it I’d think a mighty wind was blowing through Cambridge. Cold Antler Farm. I’d recognize it anywhere.
ReplyDeleteWhich photo? If it's the unpainted barn with the open, rolling hills, it's PP's barn.
DeleteWell, guess what? I can’t find the picture now, but I think you’re right. I think I thought that the FF had finally taken a picture of her barn from a different angle. Actually, aside from the leaning it looked to good to be hers…..
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ReplyDeleteJenna Woginrich 🏳️🌈
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Sold a pet portrait! Someone emailed about a few bars of soap! THIS IS GOOD NEWS!
One can’t be both victim and victor at the same time.
DeleteNo one cares about her meaningless little announcements. What a pathetic existence.
DeleteI'm beyond embarrassed for her.
DeleteOMG that new bleg post. I don't think I can add to what you all have said. It's so bad. And for anyone who didn't bother to read it, the whole thing can be summarized in 3 words: I NEED MONEY. That's it. That's all she said.
ReplyDeleteShe'll never be published again. She can't even write a compelling blog post anymore.
DeleteThere were also sooooo many blatant LIES in that post:
ReplyDelete-She said that she never left the farm this winter
-Doesn't use gas unless it's 1000% necessary
-Hasn't gone to the brewery
-Hasn't ordered take-out meals
I'm not going to go thru her Twitter and Instagram to prove otherwise, but off the top of my head I distinctly remember several recent posts where she visited friends, the brewery, and ordered Chinese take-out. Why the hell does she lie like this? Total mental case.
Prime example of an easily provable lie: "If I can swing it, I want to do more to improve my home and small life on this farm. I want to "redo" my bedroom. By that I mean paint the walls a fresh color and take out the old dog-stained carpet, maybe get a warm new duvet an cover."
ReplyDeleteWHO in their right mind would put money into renovating a house that might be foreclosed upon? And she even admits as much right here:
"This whole time, over a decade, I kept the rooms in most of the house exactly the way they were when I bought the place. The same paint and carpets and wallpapers because I always thought of this farm as not really mine. I’d either lose the farm to foreclosure..."
So that means that she finally feels the farm is really hers and not in danger of foreclosure. Thus, this latest foreclosure threat is a whopping lie.
that place is in sore need of a basic coat of paint. I don't think I've lived anywhere for over 10 years, but any place I've lived in longer than 5 I've freshly painted it at least once. It's cheap, easy, it's easier to keep new paint clean.
DeleteWith all the little crap she buys, that house (and barn) is HURTING for paint. We'll see if she actually does it.
That disgusting rug in her BEDROOM is appalling. Buying a new rug every 10 years doesn't improve your hygiene. You have to actually vacuum, wash, and beat out a rug once in a while.
That whole place must be crawling with fleas, come to think of it. Do you think she's shelling out for Advantage or some other flea / tick meds for all the housepets? I doubt it. I bet those baseboards and filthy throw rugs are crawling with fleas.
Delete“You can also purchase the share for a local food bank, for a local friend, or if you just want to help a single gay farmer that's really struggling - my venmo is jennawog and my PayPal is”
ReplyDeleteWhat a lying, lazy loser.
She’s “really struggling” with having a home, two vehicles, horses and livestock.
DeleteSomeone who has the potential profit of selling their two, pricy concert tickets isn’t “struggling.” Jenna is despicable. She’s a sociopathic scammer and pathological liar.
DeleteSo, say I want to pay $285 ( how much this share costs per her IG) and pickup date is 1/24, I then bring it to the food bank. Or does our hero Jenna “bring” it?
ReplyDeleteWog has highlighted this option for people who live too far away to pick up the pork. So undoubtedly she would "graciously" offer to deliver pork to the food bank - which, I'm betting, would be her house!
DeleteBtw, I still can't come to grips with allowing her filthy fingers to store packaged meat in her freezer - the freezer where she stored road kill and dead rats for hawks, and where she put smelly blue jeans "to freshen up". As a last nauseating point, she's lost power multiple times, which means the freezer began to thaw. Yuck!
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Oh, anon 10:17. But of course when you buy a quarter for “the local food bank”, there is no further involvement for you. I am sure Wog “takes it “ to “the food bank”.
DeleteInsert all the eye rolls and air quotes here.
I bet, I bet some of those magically appearing shares were maybe shares fools paid for and donated to “the food bank”. Then she quickly sold them twice. Three times if another fool buys for “the food bank”.
⬆️⬆️Yup! Gross!
ReplyDelete“Good morning!”
ReplyDeleteIt’s another boring non-tent tweet of her cat. What a pathetic “dumb little life” she leads.
This is the third time that I’ve posted this comment. It doesn’t have any swear words for the filter. I don’t know why it’s being deleted.
"I've been playing her cassettes in my truck" Wasn't taylor in diapers when they stopped making casettes?
ReplyDeletei understand keeping formats like cds or records alive because they legitimately have better sound quality than mp3s, but casettes only redeeming quality is nostalgia— they’re fragile and have poor sound quality.
DeleteWell, surprise, surprise. Once again, in the eleventh hour of the day before foreclosure, the mortgage gets paid.
ReplyDeleteHow ever does she DO it??? Every month... 🤣🤣🤣🤣
DeletePDD
Obviously by lying. One pet portrait where she probably does’t even have the fee yet and a few bars of soap can’t pay the mortgage payment. She has money from another source.
DeleteBars of soap ain’t enough to make a mortgage payment.
“And of course thank you to everyone who bought stuff! Now MARCH!”
DeleteAwww. The “scrappy little lesbian” paid her mortgage again. She should be ashamed of being behind each and every month. Instead Jenna acts as if it’s an incredible accomplishment.
She doesn’t deserve to have a home.
DeleteAnd of course she immediately and greedily and in a disgusting entitled manner starts growing about March. She makes me sick to my stomach. Literally embarrassed for her. She has zero social awareness, tact, or shame.
DeleteCrowing not growing*
DeleteWhatever will she do when that property is paid off? What crisis will she manufacture then??? How long until she fakes a cancer scare?
DeleteJenna’s paid her mortgage
ReplyDeletebut lives a life of lies.
She’s a fake and fraud
and hides behind a guise.
I agree with Anonymous. She doesn't deserve to have a home or animals.
ReplyDeletePhew! Even I. These here tough times she managed to earn up that pesky mortgage payment with the sale of a pet portrait and some soap! Her mortgage must be very affordable AND since she is a queer farmer on the mountain aline, the bank probably waived all her late fees. Amazing! You go girl. I’ll kick back and watch you post nonsense and begging for pennies until the end of April when you magically conjure up your March payment. TA-TA!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm tired of reading about Pig Shocker's nonsense.
ReplyDeleteOn this fine April day, what are y'all doing??
Thanks for asking P DD, I don't know what her fake reasons for hating the season but who doesn't want to welcome back perennials like old friends, plant seeds and tend the seedlings, and try to time a few new chicks (so granddaughter) can take part. Reading under the covers is in October, you fool. How could a farmer not love the month of April?Oh yeah, no farmers there....only one giant jerk.
DeleteHere in Ga we had another 80 degree day. Picked blueberries and canned two batches of jam. Garden fully planted, potatoes are about a foot tall. So are onions and garlic. Kale still going string from winter. Pumpkins and early squash coming out of the compost and about to get transplanted. Tomatoes and peppers both have lots of blossoms and babies on. Chickens in their prime laying season and enjoying fresh grass everywhere.
DeleteGoats shedding that winter undercoat and birds nesting all around the farm in nests tucked with goat cashmere undercoat.
Thanks for asking!
It's my birthday Monday so my wife and I went out to brunch then to a matinee of "Everything, Everywhere, All At Once"
DeleteI bought myself a beautiful cable knit merino wool sweater from ireland. It was a gorgeous day walking around historic downtown with the harbour and ocean breeze. It was a great day! - WIW
Good to see your adventures! Georgia, incredible how far along you are with gardening. April in New England is too variable for outside gardening, but it's a lovely time for starts and indoor seed prepping. Also, ahem, equipment maintenance. Yesterday we started repair one of our tractors that received contaminated diesel fuel. (Ugh)
DeleteMigrating birds are starting to pass through, most recently hundreds (thousands?) of Redwing blackbirds. Wild turkeys stop by, scratching for seeds, as do pheasants. I've even see American Bald Eagles on the move, flying over my property.
This time of year, black bears have awakened, and because not much is growing outside, they've hungry. We're admonished to put bird feeders away after March 7 and electrify fences around small livestock and chickens. Sadly, most people don't take bear threats seriously, so several times a week, I read about chicken coops torn apart. Stupid, really, because it's preventable. Maybe pig shocker has relatives everywhere.
...started repair on one of our tractors
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Happy Birthday anon 8:35. As to what I'm up to, I planted a whole flat of different types of pepper seeds yesterday. I also planted eggplant, rhubarb, stevia, artichoke, cauliflower, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts. On to tomato seeds today. Thanks for asking, HD, and I hope everyone's spring is going well!
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ReplyDelete“If you're looking for a logo design, send me a DM! I have spots available for April still!”
The “scrappy little lesbian” is so popular as a graphic that she always has “spots available!”
Edit: as a graphic designer
DeleteJenna still has “open spots!”
ReplyDeletebut no one wants to buy.
‘Cause she does lousy logos
and her whole life is a lie.
On IG stories: wood stove blazing, sliding door right next to it open and wind blowing in. Next time Jenna begs for firewood money... remember this stupidity!!!
ReplyDeleteshe ALWAYS does that! so many pictures and poetic descriptions of a blazing fire with windows wide open! yes, that’s pleasant, but don’t come crying when it’s cold and you’re out of begged wood!
DeleteIf she was deep cleaning and airing out the room I’d give her a pass on this, but we know there is no deep cleaning! That day bed in the living room looks very dusty musty to me!
ReplyDeleteA lot to unpack in that new blah-g post. So much. To start: talking about hoping last night was the “last frost” of the season. A farmer like her should know our last frost date in this area is in mid-ish May. Very confused by that. We had snow last year in 4/20 so she’s high or something!!!
ReplyDeleteAlso, she’s “saving” money? If you can’t pay your mortgage, how are you saving money? Impossible. The whole post was like reading a fever dream. Made no sense.
I have no money
I’m saving money
I eat out of my pantry
I never leave the farm
I buy 1-2 seed packets of flowers every time I go to the hardware store
I’m getting more animals
I didn’t get more chicks because they got killed by a predator
I save money
I want flowers
House is in the best shape ever
I hate daylilies because they remind me of spring and funerals
I have wood left
Gonna plant flowers and move rocks around my property
Fever freaking dream
Perfect summary. 🥰
DeleteThe best laugh for today from our very own faux farmer:
ReplyDelete"...the animals, gardens, house... has never been better..."
“fumbling with sore muscles and tight hands to light matches in the dark”
ReplyDelete…she doesn’t use electric lighting?