A Face Only A Mother Could Love...

When people talk about the phrase “A face only a mother could love,” I doubt they were ever referring to my goat Charlie...

Yes, him.

This saying came true for me the day my dad brought home Charlie; a goat the size of a small horse with an odd facial countenance unlike any I had ever seen. On top of that, he was smiling. I’m serious…smiling. We’re talkin’ wide spread jaws with a cheeky, mouth full o’ pearly whites. His teeth are so straight, you’d think he had braces.

When Charlie arrived, he was accompanied by his wife, Gracie. At least I can say she’s a normal goat. She’s not abnormally large, but just the size any goat should be.

 

 

I absolutely love these goats, if you couldn’t tell already, but they can be extremely naughty at times if you don’t watch them carefully. For example…they were once found eating my dad’s prized rosebushes, garden, and newly planted avocado tree. It’s happened once, and trust me, it will never happen again.

To tell you the truth, Charlie basically acts like a big dog. He will follow you everywhere if he’s outside of his pen. Because of this, I’ve had a few adventures involving my dear pal…one of which took place a few years ago. 

I thought it would be a positively brilliant idea to ride Charlie! (I was just soooo smart) And sure enough, after getting on his back, he took off running madly down a hill with me half-clinging to, half-falling off his back for dear life. It was a thrilling experience, but definitely not something I would ever attempt again…

In the meantime, I’m happy just to look and not touch. His face is adorable enough anyway…or is it just me? ;)

Greetings!

As I was sitting here at my desk, pondering what would be the contents of this initial post; first and foremost, I considered the title.  Naturally, like other people who are writing a post for the first time, the idea of the most bland name came into my head –

“FIRST POST EVER!!!”

-- or whatever many people often name such a post.

Hence the name of my post: “Greetings”. Yes, yes, I do sound old-fashioned, but it’s better than titling it with something like “Tidings”, is it not? 

Instead of giving a plethora of excuses why I haven’t been able to write any sooner upon the creation of my blog, (such as finishing school, etc.) I would much rather begin this on a more light-hearted note, and spare you any incessant ramblings in efforts of redeeming myself.

So! Enough of that wordiness.  I am SO extremely excited to have created this blog, and I hope that through words and pictures (worth 1,000 words, you know) I might give you a little taste of my everyday life and what it’s like to live in the country amid such a beautiful creation. 

Now, mind you that I am not so absolutely obsessed with my surroundings that I refrain from relating anything else of interest that occurs in my life! You can expect much of that! Because I’m sure I’ll give the “Cinderella” aspect equal attention. 

   

I hope you very much enjoy this blog, and I can’t wait to see what becomes of my little venture.

Sincerely,

Ryan

P.S. The part of this post regarding the titling of first posts was in no way meant to be an insult to anybody at all. It was only meant in good humor. :)

The beautiful white oleander flowers by the road.