How did I meet Shannan?
I kid you not.
When I first started my blog, I was looking for other blogs that were similiar.
Crazy gals like myself that hankered to milk cows and can green beans, but still embraced Starbucks.
I Googled 'wannabe farmgirl blogs'.
I found Shannan, or Shabby, Minnie, Shabbadabbado-whatever I happen to call her at the time.
I fell in love right away, and thankfully she seemed to, too.
She seemed to get my negro-irish dialect.
If you read one of our emails, you'd probably not understand a word of it.
It's filled with the same kind of words we both loving blogging with:
'I can't abide'
'I don't cotton'
and one my personal favorites -
'out among the English' from my beloved movie Witness.
If you've never seen that movie - get it promptly - the scene in which Harrison Ford drinks a glass of lemonade is worth the rental price.
You do know that movie is the reason I live in this old house, right?
(Click on the This Old House label if you want to read all that drivel)
Minnie lives up in the hood of the Amish.
(Pronounced Ah-mish - please please don't be saying "A" mish.)
We didn't get one single picture of our faces, let alone our faces together.
Homegirl is serious with her camera - and it shows.
Me? I think I might accidentally press the picture taker button at random times.
I have a hard time looking at this picture.
It makes me want to pinch something.
Oh my gosh, was he a charmer that day.
Stole my heart and put rocks in my pockets.
He didn't cotton to the pinching, but still seemed to take a shine to me.
Caption for this photo -
"Shannan - I'm really hungry - Shan - Minnie? Shabs?-can I eat now?
She made me a delicious picnic lunch, and on her blog today she's posted the recipe.
Also on her blog, you can read how she threw a fork at me, and sat and watched me put salt in my tea, nary saying a word.
I don't think she gets out among the English much anymore either.
And, that's ok.
She done be gone and made herself up a right nice place in me heart.