Farm Tractors for Sale?

Can planning a country hootenanny of a wedding go to your head?

Something happens to a girl who goes from Malibu to Maybury.
Like she starts looking for used tractors for sale.

I’m not kidding.

I used to drive this:

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I love Volvos. I really do. If I ever see a Volvo backhoe for sale I may have a joy overdose.

Seriously. I went from the Volvo to this:

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I loved that truck. But now out in the country we need serious 4WD and that awesome truck was my great country meets city truck. I had it for years and loved it. I sold it to be “green” and ride my bike.

Now this little guy looks pretty hot:

I know! Who would have ever known, right? You can’t imagine what this guy could do in the country and just how useful it is. Now we search the web for used trucks for sale and farm tractors for sale. HAHAHA

I’m fine. I am. You can worry when I start asking for a used bull dozer.

This was my first post about tractors.

I’ve shared about my love of chickens and coveting the chicken coop - but really? Tractors?

Ever driven a tractor?

Don’t you wanna?

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Summer Camp?

What are your thoughts on camp? I’m not talking about camping, I mean camp as in Summer Camp.

Do you send your kids to camp?

Did you go to camp? Have you seen my film?

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Reading all these mommy blogs (yes, I’m kind of addicted now), I see that many are sending their kids to camp. Some of them look at it like school and say school is the big babysitter. Ouch! Sorry to all the good teachers out there.

But it got me thinking about camp. Would you send your little kids to camp? I start to have a bit of a nervous feeling about counselors and lurkers and creepy old dudes. But then again I went to Girl Scout Camp as a kid and absolutely loved it.

And that was not me who peed. I was not the one who peed in the bed. Wasn’t me. I know it was my bunk, but some critter must have snuck in at night and squatted. Yes, this is how I justified the pee circle when I was 8.

Oh, camp…

What about a Summer Camps for Teens? Now that makes sense! Send your teens to camp. But then I’m like AHHHH are you crazy? Teens? You did just say teens and camp in the same sentence, right?

I went to camp once as a teen. It was a spiritual camp in the Swiss Alps. Fancy! I was so excited to be with my age group, meditating in the beauty of the mountains and lo and behold I get there and most of the teens are more interested in hooking up, breaking rules and partying than sitting in meditation. Go figure.

BUT to me that means there must be other good kids out there, ones who are interested in kayaking, boating, fencing and the many other things you can do at a camp besides being bad.

I’m such a goodie two shoes! Who knew?

As long as all the adults in and around the camp are trained in D2L’s Stewards of Children, I’m good.

Did you go to summer camp?

Did you wet the bed? Be honest.

Okay, I did! It was me. Weeeee

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Searching for Angela Shelton Tribute

11 years ago today, me and my small crew of four left LA in a 33 foot RV to begin “Searching for Angela Shelton.”

Thank you for getting the DVD and sharing it. It’s amazing how many people continue to be touched by this journey. Let me tell you, Spirit made this movie. I was just along for the ride.

Searching for Angela Shelton – the fold-out version with Spanish subtitles, director’s commentary (that’s me!) and extras.

Please “Like” the Facebook page and share it with others too. This little film has always continued via word-of-mouth.

Here is the first bit of the book I wrote about it:

Finding Angela Shelton

Day 1

Los Angeles, 2001

I have a big mouth.

If I had kept it shut I wouldn’t be staring at the thirty-three foot motor home sitting outside of my house right now. I’m about to drive it around the country and meet other woman who share my name. I just wanted something to do during the summer. I’m a writer in Hollywood and we’re faced with the Writer’s strike. I had to figure out what to do during the strike. Most of the people I know in the business are putting together reality TV shows. Some of them are doing documentaries. The only thing that comes to my mind quickly is to do a theater piece about my life. I’ve already written a movie about my mother called Tumbleweeds and I was brainstorming about other experiences in life to write about while I was meeting with HBO. I was there pitching another movie and the producer asked me if I had any ideas for a documentary. I laughed and offhandedly suggested that I drive around the country and meet every other Angela Shelton and call it “Searching for Angela Shelton.” I’m not really Angela Shelton. I changed my last name when I was eighteen and I’ve always loved my chosen name. Angela Shelton has a ring to it that I like a lot.

“I could go meet myself through all the women in America,” I suggested. “I’ve looked myself up before. There are many of us. I was trying to put together a theater piece around my name too. But a documentary would be awesome.”

“I love it!”

“It could be really inspirational to women actually, uniting them through one name.”

“I think it’s awesome,” she said. “And it’s really funny. You can collect all the Angelas and go to Vegas. We could have an Angela Shelton convention with matching hats and jackets. You could even have a big bus with ‘Searching for Angela Shelton’ along the side. Hysterical.” She clapped her hands together and reached for her phone. We had a hit.

I was walking on cloud nine when I got home. I was so sure that HBO was going to fund my idea. I was so sure of it that I got on AOL People Finder and found the various Angela Sheltons all over the country and started calling them up.

It turned out that HBO did not fund the film because they had already funded another one about a name. I told them that my movie was about women in America, not about a Jewish guy having 12 other Jewish guys over for dinner. But, their mind was made up.

There were many many times during the journey that the plans were changed and what I thought would happen was drastically different than what I set out to do. But I was hooked on Angela Sheltons. I loved them. I kept calling them. They kept calling me back and we were on the road for 57 Days that changed my life forever.