See, what had happened was..........

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Okay, Alex and I were trying to play chinese checkers out on the deck by the fire we built on our fabulously cool Saturday evening, but Vincent.....well let me just say, he wasn't having it. He tried to eat the little wooden board, he tried to eat the little wooden pieces, and he tried to drink my beer! When we tried to play "Clue" instead, Professor Plum almost met with a terrible death. It was ghastly.

Ya Gotta See It!!!!

WhyMommy now has a television interview with Fox News and it's just incredible! Go Mommy, Go!!! You've just got to see it. Read her post and click on one of the links to see the Fox 5 interview. She'll be your hero too!

Mysterious Forces

There are mysterious forces at work in the universe - mysterious forces that don't want me to blog.... the goats repeatedly tearing up the phone line ( a story unto itself), abject poverty forcing me to cancel cable internet and then my significant other knocking over a glass of water into my laptop. You'd think I could take a friggin hint, wouldn't you? I had accepted that I was going to have to go to Starbucks, Panera, McDonald's, local hospitals with free internet to use my laptop to do my cyber stuff, but now.........nothing..........I don't even have anything to take to Starbucks. WTF? I am at said significant other's house using his computer since the library is closed. And I just LOVE going to library to use their computers so that I can sit there with the rest of the schmos that are there to check their Hotmail accounts. I can do some stuff at work, but they take a dim view of blogging on their time. ( just how tight-assed can an employer be?) Oh well, I'll not be defeated by these mysterious forces - at least, not until they slam all my fingers in the car door.

That's Not My Job!

Can you see this guy being sent out in the world to earn his keep? Maybe a sign around his neck that says " Will work for food."? Nah, I don't think so either.Apparently goats being hired out as mowing machines is a growth industry in my neck of the woods though. On one hand, it's good to see goats getting the respect they deserve, albeit not entirely for the right reasons.There are so many things about goats that are totally cool and lovable - their land clearing capabilities are down on the list. On the other hand, it's not so great seeing some goats getting something they don't deserve - killed. On more than one occasion, the news that some of the goats that have been hired out to clear the kudzu off of Missionary Ridge have been attacked and killed by dogs, has made the paper.Now don't get me wrong - the idea of clearing out acres and acres of obnoxious weed without the use of Round Up or napalm is certainly not without merit, but if you're going to send these guys out to do this big job, then you damn sure ought to protect them. They have recently put a Great Pyrenees in the enclosure with a goat/the goats (I've not seen more than one in the enclosure), but the logistics of where this goat/these goats are grazing and what's protecting him/them while grazing is not exactly clear.

And no I'm not some fanatical tree-hugging nut-job. (I'm a regular nut-job.) I'm just sayin.

My shoes, my shoes, my lovely lady shoes. Okay, Fergie I ain't but I do love my Keens Everyone ought to have at least one pair. Sure, I had to come up with a down payment and interest rates aren't too good on shoes right now, but these babies are the Manolo Blahniks of sporty shoes! I admit it - I got two more pairs when I got my tax return back. Of course, I recently read some article on the stupidest financial mistakes you can make, and getting big tax returns was somewhere real close to the top of the list. Ahem. I sound like an honor graduate of the Spears/Lohan Institute for the Advancement of the Responsibility- Challenged Adolescent. Somebody help me.
Oh yeah....day three of the Slim Cuisine diet....let'S just say I haven't totally blown it, but there have been a couple of slips back into Starbuckaholism. By 10:30 yesterday morning, my coworkers were BEGGING me to go downstairs and get a triple effing anything. It's little bit of a dilemna friends.

Embarrassing myself to the whole world

That's what I'm doing. I'm telling all of you that I'm starting a diet today so that the day I fall off the wagon I'll be totally humiliated. I'm doing Slim Fast and Lean Cuisine. None of this Adkins Zone Beach shit for me! I diet according to the KISS principle. I know that everybody knows that mean keep it simple stupid, but while I'm here, why not insult your intelligence as a special bonus feature. I am also planning to walk around the very large city block that my workplace sits on for some exercise during my lunch break. Boring? Yes. Effective? Hopefully.
I'm tellin ya, life is sad without my good friend food. I feel like I should've had a going away party or something. Bye food......come back when you can stay longer. Like it hasn't stayed long enough on my ass.

Slackin Sunday

It's kind of weird when things look the same inside the house as they do on the outside of the house - except outside the house is probably cleaner.

It's Sunday morning and the kids are just lying around watching whatever. Now, look up there at the goats. They are doing the same thing - lying around watching whatever. Amazing, huh?

Now this is what I'm talkin about! A crisp fall night, sitting by the grill with a Sam Adams Octoberfest........does it get any better? The kids are playing, some of the goats are roaming, while others are going to bed. I'm grilling burgers for a (very) late dinner while beans and fries are baking. I love fall evenings! Fred the cat is sitting here next to me waiting for some rubbies.
And on a sadder note, almost all the Van Goats are afflicted with a runny nose! My poor babies. I hate that they're feeling bad.
On a more positive note, I've discovered a way to overcome my computer difficulties for the time being - the LG en V. It's hard to keep a good blogger down! ( Well, I may not be that good, but it's still not keeping me down.

Dontcha wish your boyfriend was hot like me?

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Well have your people get with my people. Maybe we'll do some lunch.........I've got a nice big bowl of medicated goat feed on a bed of sweet mix with a nice little Calf Manna garnish. Hollah!

Why can't I be this cute?

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Of course, I guess being me still has it's advantages. I get to eat more than just goat feed, sweet feed and hay, I sleep in a bed, AND......here's the biggie - I poop and pee in a toilet. I guess being me isn't all bad. Seriously, Pixie is so photogenic isn't she? I guess it must seem like this is post about Pixie week. Sometimes I've just gotta go with the goat that will stand still for the camera and make a story for me. The uncles almost never stand still for the camera and likewise Twister. Oh hell......what am I saying? Goats just don't really like having their picture taken! Maybe that's why I like them so much. I would rather walk through hell wearing gasoline panties than have my picture taken.

You know, I feel a little sad today...........sad that the world is in the shape it's in..............sad that I actually heard some stupid bastard say " What the hell is Breast Cancer Awareness for? Everybody is AWARE of breast cancer. " I mean could you not just sew your lips shut and forever have people wonder if you're a stupid moron rather than just opening you mouth and removing all doubt? Yes, I know that is not an original, but it's totally appropriate. Well, this is just for you, assclown.

Breast cancer comes in all different shapes and sizes. It can be in-your-face or downright sneaky............like inflammatory breast cancer - sometime referred to as IBC. WhyMommy says and I quote, " There doesn't have to be a tumor." Okay, get it? You can just think you have the flu and really have breast cancer. So people need to be AWARE of that. Not just women - all people. Because all people can spread the word. And if you don't understand what I'm saying, go see WhyMommy - she knows more on the subject than anyone should ever have to know. Please God keep her strong - the world is a better place with her in it.

A word or two from Pixie

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Uh, excuse me....uh machine......yeah, Pixie here...yeah I'm talking to you. Can you tell me if it's ever going to stop being hot, I mean look at me - I'm reduced to talking to something that isn't even another goat. In fact, I don't even know what you are. I notice that you're not wearing any fur ....so what's up with that. Doesn't everybody wear fur? This fur, I'm tellin ya...it's damn hot. That lady that gives us food..she has some fur, well on top of what I think is her head. Okay, well, think I'm going to take a nap, or eat some grass, or something.

I wanna be a cowgirl........

Well, not really a cowgirl, but I do want to be a goat farmer - for real. Nursing sucks! It was okay when I started twenty years ago, but now it is a travesty....not even a shadow of it's former self. For as long as I've been a nurse, there's been a nursing shortage and there still is a shortage, but I think one of the biggest reasons for this is that all the people who would be nurses - I'm talking the people who actually do the work - are becoming managers, anesthetists, pharmaceutical reps or high paid black jack dealers at the casinos that spring up here and there and pay big money to disgruntled hospital employees. I know this because the casino thing happened when I lived in Connecticut. Nurses left the hospital to go to work at the casino and made big money - the kind that enabled them to buy big houses and drive Beamers. Of course, did they have the kind of job security that working in health care afforded them? Probably.

I'm going night-night now.........

Miss Trixie is getting ready for bed. She's comfy in the deck chair, she's got her hooves tucked in for the night and right before I took this picture, she let out a big yawn. I love to watch goats yawn because it lasts for about an hour and their jaws go this way and that - it's too cute! What you also don't see in this picture is her dad standing with his head resting in my lap, occasionally eyeballing her in case she tries to claim any of my attention at all. Men!