Green Acres is the place for me / Farm living is the life for me – Me after getting grain down from the silo. The most recent picture of me.
Why I will never move to Florida, or anywhere where it doesn’t snow. I need a reprieve from the sun. The Pacific Northwest might work out OK, and maybe England, but nowhere without frequent overcast skies.
Going now to look at other people as fast as my internet connection will let me. Agh, dial-up.
Oh my. Do you ever come to Texas to play? I’m sure you’d attract a devoted following here… at least of one. 
[And I still don’t have a digital anything. However, an old friend has a picture of me online somewhere from a while back, so I’ll see if I can track that down and find a way to link to it.]
I’d imagined you older and… knittier?
I actually looked at every single picture! You’re all gorgeous!
Here are my favorite pictures from the Mediterranean Cruise last summer as well as some shots I took today of me, my cat, and my husband, all in one fast, easy slideshow.
No wait, I tricked you. They are…
Here.
Glamour shot?
This picture isn’t very accurate… I’ve colored my hair and it’s been cut once or twice since this was taken.
Goofin’ around.
Ethereal Freak of Pinkness took this picture while we were meandering around the local FYE…
Well, I did knit that hat. And little kids keep asking me if I’m 30, which is seven years off, so maybe I’m an old soul or something.
olives, you’re blonde! And beautiful! I’m surprised about the blonde part, for some reason.
Depends on the humidity. 
I can straighten it, but I don’t much anymore since it’s so damaging. And I’m lazy.
I usually jump in on these threads, so I won’t disappoint here. Unless my participation is disappointing, which I couldn’t argue with. Anyway, these pictures are totally new to Dopers, so enjoy.
Ah! There’re too many pictures. I only made it to the second page. Here’s what I know:
malkavia’s got awesome glasses.
Despite the loss of the awesome moustache, I believe I have a Doper crush on bouv, both because of his pretty face and his excellent taste in survival guides.
As for Mr. Orzabal’s ugly mug, that is a lie. Vile calumny!
Damned if the rest of you aren’t good-looking too. And have cute kids.
Now, that picture there…It reveals a certain type of personality. Not everybody would do that just for the hell of it.
You can operate a hay-bailer, right? Vermeer round bailer behind a JD 6330? I could make an opening for a tractor operator this summer, if you are interested in heading to the Sunny South.
Ha! I was trapped in the house for three days because I couldn’t wear a shirt, let alone a bra – cold compresses get old after a while. I tried going into work, and I had to leave because people kept touching me. :eek:
I’m flattered at your offer, but I can’t leave my little calvies behind! All 33 of them. And you don’t want me me making bales, because I can’t drive in a straight line with a tractor. Not even the little Allis-Chalmers we make hay with. It’s probably because I can’t see over the steering wheel.
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So you’ve got the calf feeding job? One year I raised 42 on bottles(steers). Bought them from a dairy and after weaning turned them onto winter wheat pasture. That worked very well, but the next year my dairy guy went out of business.
There’s not a single dairy left in this county, and once there were over 60 of them.
Oh, yes, before I forget, Miss Purl, you are my new doper crush, and I don’t have many of those.
Haha I feel exactly the same about photos, PinkFreud. There are very very few photos of me smiling.
One assumes that whatever event prompted the costumes, people there recognized the FSM?
I wanna go to that party too.
You know, you’d think that my knowledge of the impending zombie apocalypse and the survival thereof would being the ladies a-runnin’…but you’d be wrong. 
And I’ve contemplated growing the ol’ handlebars back, but I don’t think I’m allowed to at work (I wait tables.) Currently I’m working on an “Amish beard” (ie, beard with no stash…so the exact opposite of awesome stash.)
Whoo! Green eyes represent!
pinkfreud, I know you said in the “Things you envy about other people your age” thread in IMHO that you were 60, but I don’t believe it! You’re actually 45, right?
I had some health problems last year, so I moved back home so I’d be closer to my doctors. Things are looking up now, but I’m home until I figure out whether or not I’m going finish my English lit degree or start fresh again.
Of the 33 calves not on pasture, only eight of them are heifers. Stupid bull calves.
Isn’t that sad? Big agribusiness is pushing out small producers all over the place. When you couple that with rising gas prices and the drought, that means farms are packing up all over the country. Has the drought been as bad in Alabama as it has in Tennessee? Something like 10-percent of all farmers called it quits in Tennessee last year. Supposedly dairy farmers here are going back to the pasture system instead of keeping the cattle inside all the time, but there’s still plenty of large-scale operations.
Aw, thanks, JimSox! I’ll try to live up to it.
bouv, maybe you could get a hairnet for your 'stache and call it a day.
