Greetings from the Long Lost Not Done Baking Partner

Hey Ho Not Done Baking-ites,

Jen here, the long-lost other half of Not Done Baking. When Sara started Not Done Baking back in the day, we had this great idea that we'd collaborate and it would be tremendous fun for everyone involved... Except that slacker that I am, I never actually posted and Sara ran with the idea like the True Creative Genius that we all know she is. And now sixteen years later, I mentioned the wonder of blogging whilst on the phone with our lady Sara the other day and she said, "Hey, you should post on Not Done Baking again." And I said, "Okay," and that was that. Not the most scintillating dialogue, true, but nevertheless, that's the way it went. In case you were wondering who the hell I am and why the hell I'm writing on Sara's blog; now you know.

I'm writing this from sunny Kentucky, where the grass is not blue and the people really love Jesus. A LOT. At the moment I live in a former elementary school with about ninety animals - who knows how long that'll be the case, but for now let's just revel in the absurdity and call it good. The photo here is of my world, and a few of the goats therein. My writing studio/bedroom used to be a kindergarten classroom, we run obedience classes in the old gym, and the kitchen is way bigger than yours. I'm not bragging - merely stating the facts.

At the moment, Snuggles the muloccan cockatoo is screaming his bloody head off. If I sing to him (which I'll do in just a moment) he'll stop screaming and start singing along. He seems to prefer my personally penned ditties to top forty numbers, so here's what I just sang:

"Oh, we live in a school and I'm trying to write,
so settle down Snuggy or there's gonna be a fight -
nobody likes a squalling cockatoo even if they're cute
And if you keep on screaming, I'll give you proof you can't refute

Settle down Snuggy, there's nothing left to say
Just sing a little song and your blues will go away..."

And so on and so on. It's not that I'm complaining or anything, because as birds go, he's really a lovely one. I've been watching House lately, however, and people keep dying of dreadful diseases they got from bird poo, so I'm hesitant to get too involved in the whole bird rescue thing. Plus he bites if I irk him, and he's got a really sharp fucking beak. When he's not biting or screaming, however, he likes to cuddle up (hence the name, which I did not give him) and is perfectly charming. He's actually a lot like me that way.