Meet Bartholomew Betta, AKA Bart. He's a gorgeous little thing with the personality of a... well.... fish.
Note: pictures were taken with the camera on my new iPhone. It's not easy to get a fabulous pic with it but it is possible.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Something is Fishy
This weekend I added to the Farm Fam roster of pets yet again. This one is less of the fuzzy cuddly variety, however.
Meet Bartholomew Betta, AKA Bart. He's a gorgeous little thing with the personality of a... well.... fish.
Note: pictures were taken with the camera on my new iPhone. It's not easy to get a fabulous pic with it but it is possible.
Meet Bartholomew Betta, AKA Bart. He's a gorgeous little thing with the personality of a... well.... fish.
Note: pictures were taken with the camera on my new iPhone. It's not easy to get a fabulous pic with it but it is possible.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Blood On The Walls
The last two weeks have left me in a mood to contemplate murder and mayhem, not the least towards my coworkers. Thankfully, I only have one shift left, after which I will likely take off like a striped-assed-ape to go see DM, because I am in serious need of some down time, and he's very good at making me relax.
Also, in coming attractions: Puppies!
That's right. Before too long we'll have Fuzzy Pup and Belle puppies, two of which definitely already have homes, and probably one more. The gal on the third just had border collie pups and offered to trade me straight across but I figured the fam would probably hurt me for that one. She's currently arguing with herself but is fairly sure she's gonna end up buying a puppy.
I'm hesitant to contract any more, not knowing how many little squirmers are in Miss Tubby's belly, but things seem promising for not having to work too hard to swap puppehs for money. Which is a good thing, really, since none of us have a lot of spare time to spend advertising them.
I'll post pictures when the fuzzy little bundles of joy make their appearance.
Also, in coming attractions: Puppies!
That's right. Before too long we'll have Fuzzy Pup and Belle puppies, two of which definitely already have homes, and probably one more. The gal on the third just had border collie pups and offered to trade me straight across but I figured the fam would probably hurt me for that one. She's currently arguing with herself but is fairly sure she's gonna end up buying a puppy.
I'm hesitant to contract any more, not knowing how many little squirmers are in Miss Tubby's belly, but things seem promising for not having to work too hard to swap puppehs for money. Which is a good thing, really, since none of us have a lot of spare time to spend advertising them.
I'll post pictures when the fuzzy little bundles of joy make their appearance.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Chip
After a couple of days of no results finding the pup's owners I had just about given up.
Then, last night, a little blond pixie walked into the store, and looked up at me with tear filled eyes, saying "I heard you might have found my puppy. We thought he was dead..."
Her mother followed and explained that they had been on their way to Slightly Bigger Town on Tuesday, with the pup in the back of the pickup in a kennel. When they arrived in SBT, they discovered that the kennel door had come open, and the pup was gone.
The little guy apparently took a header out of a pickup going highway speed, and not only survived but did so with only a little scratch. Then he survived two days in the ditch without getting hit or eaten.
The mother was hesitant, saying she supposed he was fairly banged up and probably not moving well. I could tell she was worried he was seriously injured and might have to be put down, but didn't want to mention it in front of her daughter.
She stared at me slack jawed when I told her he was fine, just a small scrape on his belly that was already mostly healed.
They waited around for ten minutes or so until I got off work, then followed me to the house. I went in and snagged the pup and took him outside, and the little girl came running up the driveway to take him from me.
As soon as he saw her, his whole body started wagging, even being held.
She shoved a wadded up something at me as she hugged him and he kissed her face like she was covered in puppy food, and I took it, thinking she wanted both hands for the pup.
Her mother called and as she turned away I asked, "What's his name?"
"Chip," she said, "But maybe it ought to be Lucky."
When I looked at what she'd handed me, it was a much crumpled and folded twenty dollar bill.
Frankly, seeing her and the pup reunited was all the reward I really needed....
I am kind of sad, I'd sort of gotten attached to the little bugger, but he's back with his people now, and I don't think they're going to leave the kennel door even slightly unlatched anymore, if the little girl even lets him ride in the back.
Good deeds: 1 World Sucking: 0
Then, last night, a little blond pixie walked into the store, and looked up at me with tear filled eyes, saying "I heard you might have found my puppy. We thought he was dead..."
Her mother followed and explained that they had been on their way to Slightly Bigger Town on Tuesday, with the pup in the back of the pickup in a kennel. When they arrived in SBT, they discovered that the kennel door had come open, and the pup was gone.
The little guy apparently took a header out of a pickup going highway speed, and not only survived but did so with only a little scratch. Then he survived two days in the ditch without getting hit or eaten.
The mother was hesitant, saying she supposed he was fairly banged up and probably not moving well. I could tell she was worried he was seriously injured and might have to be put down, but didn't want to mention it in front of her daughter.
She stared at me slack jawed when I told her he was fine, just a small scrape on his belly that was already mostly healed.
They waited around for ten minutes or so until I got off work, then followed me to the house. I went in and snagged the pup and took him outside, and the little girl came running up the driveway to take him from me.
As soon as he saw her, his whole body started wagging, even being held.
She shoved a wadded up something at me as she hugged him and he kissed her face like she was covered in puppy food, and I took it, thinking she wanted both hands for the pup.
Her mother called and as she turned away I asked, "What's his name?"
"Chip," she said, "But maybe it ought to be Lucky."
When I looked at what she'd handed me, it was a much crumpled and folded twenty dollar bill.
Frankly, seeing her and the pup reunited was all the reward I really needed....
I am kind of sad, I'd sort of gotten attached to the little bugger, but he's back with his people now, and I don't think they're going to leave the kennel door even slightly unlatched anymore, if the little girl even lets him ride in the back.
Good deeds: 1 World Sucking: 0
Friday, February 25, 2011
Chopsticks
DM is a huge fan of eating with chopsticks. His military career coupled with several years working for outdoorsy go do this type outfits and basically living out of a tent or hotel room left him with a definite speed-eating disorder. When we eat together a lot of times we only spend half the time eating together... he'll finish and I'll still be eating. We talk, its not a case of him sitting there staring at me chewing my food, don't get me wrong.
Anyway, he feels like eating with chop sticks slows him down so he eats, as he puts it, "Like a normal human." So, he does so whenever he can.
To add to this tale, we both love Chinese food. He asks for chop sticks every time, and calls me a gaijin barbarian for eating with a fork. I just smile at him serenely and respond "Yep."
Or tell him that chopsticks come from countries where there isn't enough food so they have to make it last.
I've tried chopsticks before, I just don't have any skill with them, and when I'm eating, I'm hungry, and I don't want to take five minutes per bite to maybe get it in my mouth and maybe on my shirt.
DM being the dear (stubborn, pigheaded, obstinate) man that he is, and determined that I should learn to eat with chopsticks, ordered some of the little kids' training chopsticks for me.
He brought them over the other night and presented them to me with great aplomb. I was so very overwhelmed that all I could think to say was "I am not eating with a giant clothes pin."
I thought he was going to wet himself. So off we went to eat Chinese where he muttered about gaijin barbarians and I gleefully shoveled broccoli beef into my mouth while he wrestled a bit with the last of his beef chow mein before giving up and going to a fork for the last several bites. (See?!?)
On the way home we were discussing the chopsticks issue yet again, and he finally got frustrated with me calling them a giant clothes pin.
"They're not a clothes pin. They're spring... sprang.... sproing... sproingyboingyboingy.... they go the wrong way damnit!"
All while doing the chopstick-y motions with his fingers.
Quote of the year, I think. It was quickly followed up with "That is not getting blogged."
When I could breathe again, I replied "Oh yes, yes it is."
If there were no other reason for me to be completely head over heels for this man (and there are, ever so many) his ability to make me laugh until tears run would be enough.
Anyway, he feels like eating with chop sticks slows him down so he eats, as he puts it, "Like a normal human." So, he does so whenever he can.
To add to this tale, we both love Chinese food. He asks for chop sticks every time, and calls me a gaijin barbarian for eating with a fork. I just smile at him serenely and respond "Yep."
Or tell him that chopsticks come from countries where there isn't enough food so they have to make it last.
I've tried chopsticks before, I just don't have any skill with them, and when I'm eating, I'm hungry, and I don't want to take five minutes per bite to maybe get it in my mouth and maybe on my shirt.
DM being the dear (stubborn, pigheaded, obstinate) man that he is, and determined that I should learn to eat with chopsticks, ordered some of the little kids' training chopsticks for me.
He brought them over the other night and presented them to me with great aplomb. I was so very overwhelmed that all I could think to say was "I am not eating with a giant clothes pin."
I thought he was going to wet himself. So off we went to eat Chinese where he muttered about gaijin barbarians and I gleefully shoveled broccoli beef into my mouth while he wrestled a bit with the last of his beef chow mein before giving up and going to a fork for the last several bites. (See?!?)
On the way home we were discussing the chopsticks issue yet again, and he finally got frustrated with me calling them a giant clothes pin.
"They're not a clothes pin. They're spring... sprang.... sproing... sproingyboingyboingy.... they go the wrong way damnit!"
All while doing the chopstick-y motions with his fingers.
Quote of the year, I think. It was quickly followed up with "That is not getting blogged."
When I could breathe again, I replied "Oh yes, yes it is."
If there were no other reason for me to be completely head over heels for this man (and there are, ever so many) his ability to make me laugh until tears run would be enough.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Life has been rough the last bit, for various reasons. It's been about all we all can do to keep up, frankly. But every time I think I just can't do it anymore the universe seems to give me an opportunity to prove myself wrong.
Today mom found this little guy on the highway. How he didn't get hit in the middle of nowhere I have no idea. He's got a couple of scrapes and some kind of infected gland or something on his poor butt, but in spite of being abandoned and roughed up a bit he's still friendly and people loving. He's sharp as a tack too...
So yes I can do it and help this little guy too. Because that's what I do.
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Today mom found this little guy on the highway. How he didn't get hit in the middle of nowhere I have no idea. He's got a couple of scrapes and some kind of infected gland or something on his poor butt, but in spite of being abandoned and roughed up a bit he's still friendly and people loving. He's sharp as a tack too...
So yes I can do it and help this little guy too. Because that's what I do.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
It's Amazing...
How having bigwigs doing a five minute visit to look around and say "oh we carry that? Neat!" will cause people to do their jobs in regards to cleaning.
If you'll excuse me I'm off to draw a pony on a pizza box or alphabetize the lottery tickets or some other useless time wasting thing cause I'm out of stuff to do for the next hour or so.
Tomorrow it's back to the night shift can do everything I'm sure.
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If you'll excuse me I'm off to draw a pony on a pizza box or alphabetize the lottery tickets or some other useless time wasting thing cause I'm out of stuff to do for the next hour or so.
Tomorrow it's back to the night shift can do everything I'm sure.
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