Friday, September 28, 2007
Thank you Gus!
Umf, yumf, moof, miff, yum....uh excuse me. Sorry, I was just having some lunch here. And, yumf, moof, um,um, okay I'm stopping now....I just wanted to say that I can't believe that anyone could find fault with a little baby like me finding nourishment at his mama's breast. I mean, come on! What could be more natural? And what could be less natural than a networking-blogging wanna-be establishment that would rather promote boobs without babies attached to them - that's just wrong! So I say to Facebook, " All of us Van Goats are canceling our accounts (as soon as I ask Mama what an account is!) and you can just suckit!" yum , yumf, moof, miff, umf, yumf...............
Guest Post by Augustus G. Van Goat
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Speaking of goats getting married......all the girls are in heat except for Trixie. You want to see some action - if this backyard's a rockin, don't come knockin! They have been off the chain running around chasing each other. The boys are trying to mount the girls, the girls are trying to mount the boys, the boys are trying to mount the boys and the girls are trying to mount the girls. It's like the collector's edition of "Goats Gone Wild" about 4 times a day. No wonder they all go bed early - they're worn out.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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Monday, September 17, 2007
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Okay........ yeah ........ I caved. We went to Starbucks so I could get on the internet, but it was totally worth it!(In an earlier post, I totally trashed Starbucks because they don't have free Wi Fi.) The getting on the internet part was a pain in my arse, but the coffee and snacks were good, and lo and behold - Rachel made a new friend. This little girl showed up with her brother and his six friends - they were doing Pokemon cards or something like that, and she apparently didn't quite know what to do with herself. She and Rachel kept checking each other out, but not engaging in any play until finally, Rachel got under our table and was sulking about something and the other little girl got down on the floor right beside the table and it was on! They got on like a house on fire, having to be scolded for racing around Starbucks and screeching to a sudden halt when they reached the end of the room and giggling loudly the way little girls having fun do. The above picture is proof that I talked them into sitting in the chair and coloring for a while. Cute.
Oh, and by the way..........I am pleased to announce that Starbucks somewhat redeemed themselves by giving us a free venti Rasberry Chocolate Frappucino. Ha Cha Cha!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
This hoof is great! Yum, yum yum! Nothing like chowing down on your own foot for an afternoon snack!
It's been a while since I rambled incessantly so I figured I'd better get crackin. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder - it just makes you absent. It's been a really busy week - as in "I'm starting to hear the people talking in my eyebrows again" busy. Work has been off the chain - I think there were 5 million people with broken bones this week and they all showed up at the hospital where I work. I love my job, but sometimes it is sad beyond my ability to explain. I took care of a soldier and his surgery was one such occasion, compounded by several factors not the least of which was the fact that he had been driving after consuming alcohol. In my neck of the woods it's considered tantamount to murder to drink and drive because we see so many deaths caused by drinking and driving. This particular instance was a little bit different as the man involved was home after serving in Iraq and was suffering terribly - at least terribly enough that he wanted to end it all, so he drove his car into some into something that was tougher than his car. I admit that sometimes I "perceive" things that others don't, but I looked at this guy's face and I just couldn't see a "murderer". What I saw was someone who had looked death in the face on a daily basis; someone who had seen so many terrible things that there was absolutely no way that he could reconcile the loss of so much and so many with his continued existence in this world. What can a person do? Is there enough help these men and women when they come back home from trying to kick Satan's ass for a year or more? Is there anything we can do? I think probably one thing we can not do is condemn people out of hand without even looking past the first impression. I was so disgusted with the anesthetist on the case, because even though he is someone I usually like and respect, he didn't even look past the first tier of the situation - he just went straight to, "He was drinking and driving - he deserves what he got." The hell you say.
I talked with his precious wife and my heart just went out to her - they have been through so much since he's been home. I could hear that she loves him, and I could hear the fear and confusion in her voice. Where do they go after this? She sounded as though she is made of the kind of stuff that will see them both through..... I hope. Ironically enough, when it was time for me to go home from work, I was relieved out of the case by one of my very dearest friends and coworkers, who also is a soldier and also served over "there". I told her that it must have been Divine Intervention that she was my relief that day because I thought of her that morning as I started the case and I wished for her even though I knew it was a case that would be hard for her to do, but I knew she would understand how I felt about this patient. And she did.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
You really have to read about Heather and Emma because I can't do them justice, but I can tell you that if you do read about them, you won't be sorry - it might even change your life.
Friday, September 7, 2007
BUT - just one more thing before I go. WhyMommy and Plain Jane Mom - I'm thinking of you today.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Yes you have, a little while back when I was talking about my little angel, Vanessa. She is just SO sweet. And yes , you know I absolutely adore my children, but there's something about my goats, this little girl in particular. It's really hard to explain how special goats are - mine in particular ( of course). Goats really have personalities - they speak without ever uttering a word. I'll give you an example.
Last night, I was having a real shit night - there's no other way to put it. I'm not going to bore you with the details, but the evening sucked and blowed. So, I got home from the Labor Day celebraton at my sister's house, Rachel had gone to spend the night at her dad's and Alex was taking a shower (I'm always grateful for that.), and I was really in the depths of misery so I went out on the deck, sat down and promptly started caterwauling. I looked over and saw all the goats in their usual bedtime configuration under the big tree by the fence and as soon as my little Vanessa saw me sit down, she got up and came up on the deck to stand beside me. She wanted some "rubby love" - she likes to have the area I call the chest (it is right below her neck.) rubbed and scratched and she will stand there and let you do it until you stop or someone shows up with food. So the rubby love commenced and I talked to her and shared my woes with her. I ended up sitting on the steps so I could be closer to her and I hugged her and rested my head on her and she just kept getting closer and I could tell she was hugging me back. I told her that she was the sweetest little goat in the world and that I loved her and as she leaned more and more against me (that's a goat hug - you know, they can't just wrap their arms around you.) I heard her saying that she loved me too. And we sat like that, talking and hugging, until Vincent Van Goat decided he needed rubby love too and being a male, he decided it had to be all about him. Typical.
Monday, September 3, 2007
OMG! I am completely............well I just can't even explain it! There are no words!
I HAVE FINISHED HARRY POTTER!
Frankly, now I don't know whether to shit or wind my watch. Oh....I don't have a watch, so that leaves an option I really don't want to discuss here. Enough stalling - I am so distraught because I LOVE THOSE BOOKS!!!! I am not out to spoil anything for anyone , so I'm not going to talk about it - yet. Let me just say that she did not disappoint - the final book was so incredible that I found myself feeling completely envious that someone out there has the - I don't even know the name for it - to write seven books that have affected not a generation, not a country, not a segment of a population, but a WORLD! A WORLD, PEOPLE!
Okay, maybe I'm a little wound up right now, but daaaammmnnnn! Unlike most people , I read the first one when it first came out and didn't read another one until this year and then I was hooked.I took a little break at Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and when I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix at the theater, I rushed home and started back up again. I must say that I think that was the way to do it, because I didn't have to wait for the next book to come out. Now that's what I'm talkin about! So now it's over and even though it was just the most exciting thing I've ever read - sorry, Eragon - I'm feeling a little down and I don't know what I'll read next because let's face it - that is one helluva hard act to follow. I mean, what to read after that? Chick lit?
And in one of life's great little moments of poetic justice, one of the characters (I'll not say who) had a patronus that was a goat. J.K. Rowling - you're my hero.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
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