another book rec. (and my discomfort with Facebook)

I really think I need to do a bi-weekly book recommendation.  Or, maybe monthly. I also think I need to post this blog on Facebook.   Problem is, I'm shy.   Or something.  And I'm not sure I like Facebook.   It's just...I'm not overly interested in what X. had for dinner, where Y is going for vacation, or what celebrity Z. (thinks she) looks like.  Plus, every once in a while, someone posts uncomplimentary pictures of me.  I really have enough uncomplimentary pictures of my own.  I don't need more posted on the world wide web.  (Honestly, people of my high-school past: Stop It.)   Ok, ok, I posted a few "old school" pics of others, but that was a long time ago.  Back when I thought I might be a Facebooker.  And the photos I posted were not from the 80's.  So, come on. Now, one could comment that a blog is simply Facebook at it's worst: exploiting a daily status and expounding on it.  But somehow it's different.  Isn't it? Let's leave it at this: if you are reading this and you like it, then please link www.ladycordelia.com to your status one day.   I would really rather if it came from you. And since I know NO ONE reads this (except my mom, who is also afriad of Facebook) I'm safe to not be posted on Facebook.  (See?  See what I did there?) Brad says I am a horrible at selling myself.  He's absolutely right.  (It's why I was a decent songwriter but a weak performer.) So, as Byron Katie brilliantly offers;  let's love what is: myself, my blog, and my mommy as my irregular & sole reader.  I'm down with it. Ok, sooo.... here's the book: "A Slice of Organic Life." http://www.amazon.com/Slice-Organic-Life-Sheherazade-Goldsmith/dp/0756662117/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1282878512&sr=8-1 And on that note, I wonder if we could fit a dairy cow in our yard.  I really think I might need a dairy cow.  Because I love my chickens so much- I really think I could have the same affinity for a dairy cow. It's the little things, remember?  Saving chickens, home grown chard and home grown children (ok, that's a big thing) and now... milking my own dairy cow.  I can see it.  (can't I?)