|This is as Farm to Table as I get. Just sayin'.|
I don't know if this happens to guys, but with women, the longer you wait to pee is directly proportional to the amount of time it then takes to actually pee. Basically, the longer you wait, the longer it takes. Such is the nature of my blogging this season and I have been slacking in my duties related to rambling mind-blasts about life as a podunk princess. So we may be here a while.
Maybe I'll work in short blasts. Ironically, I don't have the necessary mental flow to write a tell-all. I can only swing from storyvine to storyvine - like oh yeah, I started a new job and love love love love love love love love love it. See, you thought this post was going to be about BOOBIES... nope! I am about to complete my first month as the Content and Earned Media Specialist at the Ithaca / Tompkins County Convention and Visitors Bureau and I am ecstatic. Did I mention how much I love it?
VisitIthaca.com. Ithaca is GORGES (and Tompkins County - and a little into Seneca - lol) and I have a million and five reasons why I am so freaking lucky to live in - and now work for! - Ithaca and the Finger Lakes.
Just please don't ask me to cook you a farm-to-table meal. I think of granola as an ingredient.
I love where I live. It really is GORGES.