Monday, November 30, 2009

The wisdom of the Silvieon4

Shhhhh listen to me. I am going to give you wisdom:

Bill Vaughan said that in the game of life, it's a good idea to have a few early losses, which relieves you of the pressure of trying to maintain an undefeated season. ----

While that is true, I see it like this: While it's good to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you must realize that you will have to deal with the taste of tarnish.

And that's my Silvieism for the day


Pictures of the day: 30 November 2009 - Telegraph

Pictures of the day: 30 November 2009 - Telegraph

OK she is really cute! Is she a Bichon bear? I mean, look, she is white. [I am white] She has a black nose [I have one of those] and when the Wendy folds her ears back... she looks like Coldilocks. So, Obviously this is a Bichon bear!!!

xoxoxo to Coldy

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Momma loves me

Yes world, my momma really really really loves me. Can you tell? I love her too, but sometimes she needs to prove her love to me.
Like.... she could give me snuggle time and share a nap... or maybe she could share her prosciutto?????

beloved and " beloving"
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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Matchmaker matchmaker....

Make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch....

quick, somebody call Stacey and Clinton, Trinny and Susanna..., Hey do I get more turkey now?

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Thursday, November 26, 2009


ALL I AM saying is... I called dibs.

The turkey is mine.!

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The vigil

Is it out if the oven??? It is! It is !!! Now what?? We eat it??
What do you mean we have to wait????

Fine. Frumpt, Then I wait right here. I am NOT moving. I don't want anyone else touching it.

Bird, don't worry. You are safe. I am on guard. You smell good. REAAAAAAALLY GOOOD!

Still there???? Ohhhh baby. You just relax and let your juices settle. That's what momma said. You have to get settled or something before we can eat you... I am still focused. On guard....


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

This is Rosie

This beautiful little girl was just rescued. I had the pleasure of welcoming her to our Tidewater Bichon Frise family. Rosie is a seven month old, 5 lb baby whose life prior to rescue has not been easy. We already love her. Momma already fed her. [Momma is a compulsive feeder of all starved creatures.]

As you can see, Rosie needs to be fed! A lot! And she needs a loving family who can help her regain trust in humanity. Her former 4leggeds were not nice to her. She was forced to life outside... She was not treated well. I know Rosie looks really thin, but, I know my group. I know this little girl is a budding beauty and between vitamins, feeding, grooming and training, soon enough she will be in her best form.

Love. Hope. Faith. Charity. We got that. I guess momma will be baking a whole lot to make sure Rosie gets all her medical and all her other needs met. So it costs money. Dirty paper. Never quite got the value of dirty paper, but hey if you have some extra dirty paper, send it to Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue, 'cause we need it. Rosie needs it. We will be taking pictures of Rosie and tracking her recovery. We promised her she will be fine and she will be safe and happily placed in a great forever home.

We keep our promises.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 23, 2009


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My name is Alfie and I was a wreck until Auntie Robin called my foster Mom to pick me up. I was wandering the streets and was a matted mess...the people who found me called me Mattie, but I didn't like that name much. They cut off all my mats, but when my hair grows back out I will be very handsome again! I am a little grumpy in the morning until after my walk then I run and play!
This is my favorite place to nap, but I usually have to share the space with Cassie and Sammy I am one happy fluff these days. I have two cousins who I love to hang out with. I am house trained and that makes my foster Mom very happy. When I need to go outside, I sit patiently at the door waiting for my leash to be put on me. Once I am outside though, I would really love to run real fast, but the leash won't let me. Foster Mommie says I need to work on walking on a leash and I am trying really hard to do better but there is just so much to sniff and chase out there! I think cats and children are okay though I haven't really had much exposure to them. I love to snuggle, especially at bed time. I don't bark much except when someone comes to the door. I wasn't very hungry when I first got here, but my appetite has come back. I sit patiently and wait for Foster Mommie to put my bowl down. I really want my own forever home, so please adopt me!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

CAT alert!

The nerve of some creatures! A cat has invaded our front yard. Can you believe it? Only a cat would be so callous as to ignore territory boundaries. And it is a fat cat. And it is deaf, otherwise our barking and growling would scare the living daylights out of him. And... why is it that we can't defend our territory and go out there and show him who is boss????

Momma is not letting us. That is why we can't defend our yard. what is wrong with momma anyway????

'vie, JD and Wendy.... ON PATROL
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Friday, November 20, 2009

PACK vs privacy?

Ok. It is barely 7 and the momma is baking ... already. Either momma is crazy or we are going to have loads of leftovers OR.... hmm could it be??? Oh my... I think it is... The Dowi, the Adam and the nonna are coming!!!!! Full House!!! Never at a loss for a belly rub. Always getting the best nibbles... oh... that also means Fip is coming. Doing the happy dance.

Hm. Downside. That also means lots more work for me. Let me explain.
In polite 4legged society, when you are part of a pack, you sleep next to each other sharing warmth, you reinforce all the trust issues by being together, at all times. At meal time, at rest time, and play time and most of all at sleep time. Alas... 2leggeds have this weird mentality. Come sleep time, they all scatter to various bedrooms and sleep in their "own"bed. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep tract of 6 or 7 people scattered all over the house? It makes life difficult. And what's the attraction in isolation anyway? In a bed alone... you don't get snuggled. You don't get soft, furry toasties, and you are ALONE. You have no protection from anything, YOU ARE ALONE. I don't get it at all.

I would much rather share a bed, a couch, a chair, sleeping bag... rock... whatever, with my pack, than sleep in a big huge bed ALONE. But... 2leggeds seem to value privacy above safety, security, comfort, logic and pack survival. GO figure.

My adaptation to their bizarre needs has been the morning rounds of hellos and hugs and kisses.
Momma and daddy, I love our bed and I don't want to change our arrangements, but please understand if I am compelled to "visit" Dowi in the middle of the night. I just need to know everyone is OK.

Phew. Understanding humans is difficult. They are illogical. Best we can do is cope.

Proud pack member

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Soooo that is why it's called TURKEY!!!!!!

Don't you just hate it when the 4legged who NEVER uses the computer, sits down long enough to prove you wrong? And you need to know that he did not even use Dragon Naturally barking! He used primitive paws to bring up this:

From Wiki:

"A turkey is either of two living species of large birds in the genus Meleagris. One species, Meleagris gallopavo, commonly known as the Wild Turkey, is native to the forests of North America. The other species, Meleagris ocellata, known as the Ocellated Turkey, is native to the forests of the Yucatán Peninsula.

The domestic turkey is a descendant of the Wild Turkey and features prominently in the menu of the Canadian and U.S. holidays of Thanksgiving and that of Christmas in many countries.

Turkeys are classed in the taxonomic order of Galliformes. Within this order they are relatives of the family/subfamily Tetraonidae (grouse). Turkeys have a distinctive fleshy wattle that hangs from the underside of the beak, and a fleshy protuberance that hangs from the top of its beak called a snood. With wingspans of 1.5–1.8 metres (4.9–5.9 ft), the turkeys are by far the largest birds in the open forests in which they live. As with many Galliform species the female (hen) is smaller than the male (tom or gobbler) and is much less colorful."

Read on McDuff!!! The name makes no sense because the 2leggeds really had no idea where they were and... they misidentified the bird!!!!! See??? I knew the name was wrong! The poor bird got stuck with the wrong name!!! Imagine if everyone called you a cow and you were a dog!!! How terrible!!

"When Europeans first encountered turkeys in the Americas they incorrectly identified the birds as a type of guineafowl (Numididae), also known as Turkey fowl (or Turkey hen and Turkey cock) from their importation to Central Europe through Turkey, and that name, shortened to just the name of the country, stuck as the name of the bird. The confusion between these kinds of birds from related but different families is also reflected in the scientific name for the turkey genus: meleagris (μελεαγρίς) is Greek for guineafowl. The domesticated turkey is attributed to Aztec agriculture, which addressed one subspecies of Meleagris gallopavo local to the present day states of Jalisco and Guerrero.[1]

The names for M. gallopavo in other languages also frequently reflect its exotic origins, seen from an Old World viewpoint, and add to the confusion about where turkeys actually came from. The many references to India seen in common names go back to a combination of two factors: first, the genuine belief that the newly-discovered Americas were in fact a part of Asia, and second, the tendency during that time to attribute exotic animals and foods to a place that symbolized far-off, exotic lands. The latter is reflected in terms like "Muscovy Duck" (which is from South America, not Muscovy). This was a major reason why the name Turkey fowl stuck to Meleagris rather than to the guinea fowl (Numida meleagris): the Ottoman Empire represented the exotic East."

So, bird, what do I call you? Obviously I have a dilemma. Chicken you are NOT. I want to be PC. Am I perpetuating a mistake by calling you "turkey"? I suppose that is what you identify with since it has been in use for many many generations. So... reluctantly.... do you mind???
Turkey it shall be.

Groan. JD suggests I stop all this "hypocrisy" and call the bird "delicious". Oh he is soooo cold.

Awareness is not always comfortable.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Hm. Who is crazy? I keep referring to that big bird momma has in the fridge for next week as the BIG CHICKEN- the HUMONGOUS CHICKEN-. Looks like a HUGE one. 25 lbs? Like I said ONE HUMONGOUS CHICKEN.

Every time I say big chicken everyone corrects me. A chorus of "TURKEY: not chicken."

I finally got tired and went about doing some research. I typed "turkey"in my search engine and this is what I got: from wiki: TURKEY.
Turkey (Turkish: Türkiye), known officially as the Republic of Turkey (Tur-Türkiye_is a Eurasian country that stretches across the Anatolian peninsula in Western Asia and Thrace (Rumelia) in the Balkan region of southeastern Europe. Turkey is bordered by eight countries: Bulgaria to the northwest; Greece to the west; Georgia to the northeast; Armenia, Azerbaijan (the exclave of Nakhchivan) and Iran to the east; and Iraq and Syria to the southeast. The Mediterranean Sea and Cyprus are to the south; the Aegean Sea to the west; and the Black Sea is to the north. Separating Anatolia and Thrace are the Sea of Marmara and the Turkish Straits (the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles), which are commonly reckoned to delineate the boundary between Europe and Asia, thereby making Turkey a transcontinental[5] country of significant geostrategic importance.[6][7] Ethnic Turks form the majority of the population, followed by the Kurds. The predominant religion in Turkey is Islam. The official language is Turkish.

It is a country! Is the chicken so big it was named after a country??? I think so. I stand by my take. HUMONGOUS CHICKEN. It must be rare that they get that big, or it takes a whole lot of time to grow them that big, because you only see them once a year on Thanksgiving.

And, I am sorry, but I am not calling it by its "street name" It is not PC. I will call it what it is. HUMONGOUS CHICKEN. It deserves that much dignity and I am looking forward to fulfilling its destiny ...on my plate.


ODE to prosciutto

My ode to prosciutto

Oh delicious, oh salty, oh wonderful, oh grand morsel of heaven's delight
how do I get more of you in my sight?

Oh the scent of thy goodness toys with my soul.
Do you come only in thin slices or in a "whole"?

Oh the conflict I feel when I think of your start...
from pig, this greatness which tugs at my heart?

Parma, San Daniele, Colli Berico-Euganei, Norcia, I love you all,
my mouth waters! You are on the plate! Why is the table so tall?

As she unwraps you, your scent wafts and it's bewitching,
first, my nose, then my whole body starts twitching?

A nibble, a taste, please share a bite!
Oh thank you, thank you, what delight!

One more thought, if you please, before you close the fridge door...
"Please, Sir, I want some more."'

salivating 'vie

Dear Louie

Welcome to White Cottage. First of all, relax, you are now in a safe place and you will be taken care of. I know you feel confused, and scared. I don't know why you were "given up". I am so sorry it happened. But, trust me on this, you lucked out. Auntie Robin and uncle Jack will not allow anything bad to happen to you ever again. White Cottage is where you will learn new things and you will wait for your forever home. Honestly. Forever.

I know that suddenly being around that many 4leggeds is confusing. But, tell the truth, it is also kind of nice. I am sure they all told you you are safe from any harm now. The place you were left at... was NOT safe, even though they call it a shelter... sometimes that is place where it all ends. I don't really want to think or talk about that. YOU ARE SAFE, be happy.

I vaguely recall how confused I was at my arrival at White Cottage. You know, I almost never think of that time. I am happy, I am home now. I have a big brother named JD and a sister named Wendy and a whole 2legged family that stretches across the world. Louie you are now rescued and waiting for adoption and a family will welcome you like I was welcomed and will love you no matter. [even when you chew corners on pillows...that is just an example, I am admitting nothing]

Oh... listen Louie, ever hear the words "healthy diet"? You are now on one. I think by the time we see you... you will be thinner. Sorry about that. But Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue is into healthy. No junk food, no additives... no fats... and lots of exercise!

Looking forward to a nose to nose meet and greet, welcome to the TBFR family!

PS Benny just got his forever home, :)))

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Benny is in his forever home!

No wonder he is happily rolling on his back! His foster family flunked fostering! Hahahhahahahaha, I love that. Benny, did you work them like I told you? Did you do the eyes and the kisses in the morning? I bet you did! Well, Peanut and Pepe are very nice and you make the family complete! Congrats!!!

And just in time for giant chicken day!!!!

Good giggles ahead

Go ahead, you need the cheap thrill... and the laugh.... <~~~~~Click on this.

But I am still your favorite, right????


Don't JUDGE me

I just discovered something amazing. I LOVE love love love, getting petted, belly rubbed or even just touched by a gloved hand or two. Look, I know, it sounds strange, but the feel of cashmere or fine, buttery soft leather against me is... just wonderful. Oh, yes, satins and silks are nice too. Sigh, I am a slave to hedonism. I don't know why my humans don't always wear gloves. Momma refers to herself as "staff". Shouldn't "staff" be gloved at all times??? I don't want to analyze the whys. That would be like dissecting a butterfly to figure out why its colors are pretty. I just want to enjoy the experience more often. How do I get them to wear gloves to pet me?

Any ideas out there?


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From the Desk of: Alhaji Bunu Farouk.


By legislative resolution reached on 10th November 2009 following the complaint and petition received by the Office of the President and Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces of the Federal Republic of Nigeria (ALHAJI UMARU USMAN YARADUA) from foreign beneficiaries over the non-payment of their claims, this presidential commission on fact finding and foreign payment was inaugurated to release immediately all the payment that have received approval like yours.

We are pleased to inform you that we have verified every aspect of your payment and have submitted a written report to the President of Nigeria, the House of Senate and the Federal House of Representative sub committees on Finance and Foreign Payment. We are going to transfer your payment upon receiving your confirmation because we are confused on which account to make the transfer into as we received a Scotland Bank Account details from this man whose passport photograph appeared below claiming to be the rightful beneficiary thereby contradicting your earlier account detail in our data bank.


(1). Did you at any point transfer your right of ownership to one MR. THOMAS G. HENDERSON, to claim and receive the payment on your behalf? (2). His claim was backed with a “Deed of Agreement “in his favour thereby indicating the fund destination to the following account. Account name: THOMAS G. HENDERSON, Account No: 01028732 Bank Name: BANK OF SCOTLAND, Swift Code: BOFSGB2S are you aware of this?

You are required as a matter of urgency to confirm the legitimacy of the above claim and the reason for such change. In event you did not authorize such claim, please confirm to us immediately by way of application for contract payment stating your authentic account details, contract number and amount for the authentication and normalization through the above E-mail. All letters must be attention to the Chairman of the Commission ALHAJI BUNU FAROUK. You are required to submit this authentication before the transfer will be effected as we are bound to recognize THOMAS G. HENDERSON’S claim and release the payment if we do not receive your submission to this enquiry as quickly as possible.

Chairman of the Commission

Thank you "Alhaji Bunu Farouk" or whomever you are. I needed the laugh. Sorry to inform you that while I found your note "entertaining" and flattering... {Hey I got my very own Nigeria scam e mail!!!} The only thing it compelled me to do is laugh and delete. Oh yes, I has a split second there where I wanted to do some heavy duty editing, but then my tail got itchy and I chose to invest my time in a good scratch. You know how that goes. Now, for your info, that whole bit about one being born every minute, only applyes to 2leggeds. So... you might want to delete me from your mailing list. Chump.

too wise

Monday, November 16, 2009

Carmen...only a cat could get away with this!

From Pawnation:
Crazed Kitty Sparks Police Visit To Home

A 10-year-old Russian Blue named Carmen terrorized her owners in their own home in New York City for a half an hour on Saturday before police arrived and were able to calm the animal down. The cat's owner, Rosa Davila, believes that her cat's violent behavior is due to a medical condition.

The 16-pound cat began making strange noises and suddenly launched herself at Davila's 27-year-old son Victor. Rosa and Victor hid in the apartment's bedroom while Rosa called 911 and asked them to rescue her family from the upset kitty.

Hordes of police officers arrived at the apartment expecting to find a wild cat -- and were surprised to find the portly Russian Blue instead. Carmen was coaxed into a cat carrier and taken to Manhattan's Animal Care and Control center where she may be available for adoption after she is evaluated.

Davila told the New York Post that Carmen was diagnosed as borderline diabetic with a thyroid condition; she wanted to be fed every five minutes and she was rapidly gaining weight. Davila was unable to afford proper medical treatment for Carmen and she believes that her disorder led her to become violent.

My personal note.... If someone can help with her meds, Carmen could stay with her family????? What do I know, I am just a 4legged... with common sense...


Dude! You ROCK!

Has this ever HAPPENED to you?

You are just sitting there minding your own business, keeping company with Teddy Blue and watching, when suddenly you hear your name. Bunch of words... hlah blah blah... your name...more words. Wait what is going on? I heard my name....
You sit up and try to figure out what is going. Still clueless. I am not the type to run and go see. I am the type to sit, wait watch and let it come to me as it eventually does. It ALL comes to me. It is good to be Bichon!
My name a few more times and word words words.... finally the momma walks toward me.
Ok, now I have to show some interest.
Ahhh she has something to taste!!!! Oh ok. I am willing to sniff it for you. [Insecure cooks!]
Mhh. New smell. I am not tasting that. Get Wendy or JD. Wendy will taste anything.

What is that??? Chicken? No, maybe later. I want to see if Wendy survives it.

Back to Teddy Blue...

The BEST naps

The best naps always happen in your momma's arms. I don't know why, but napping in momma's arms gives me the best sleep. It is a warm, soft, cozy and safe place. And... you get belly rubs and kisses while you are sleeping. I like it. I even like better than 7 pillows. But, there is a downside. Occasionally, the woman will try and brush me while I am asleep in her arms! Dastardly deed, don't you think? It is a sure way to harsh my sleep buzz and wake me up. I need to talk to her about that...

sleepless in VA

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Magic HAT Grandma!

Yea, yea, yea... I overheard momma talking about going to see Nicole's mom at her book signing.
I was sooo excited. I have met artists [hiiii auntie Darlene- Wynn's momma] , I have met doctors, lawyers, firemen and chiefs, but I have never met a real author with published books! Fun books anyway. My Adam and Dowi [human siblings] are authors. They have a published book, but not one picture in the whole book and it is not what I would call and "easy read" ... It is a law book. So , I happily trotted my tush out to the car this afternoon figuring... I will meet Nicole's momma. Ms. Hilda Principe. I will meet a fun book author! You know I love books. You know I have "sampled" some delicious literature in my day.

Well. Taking a deep breath. I did NOT get to meet anyone. I was unceremoniously dropped off at my groomer's. No, I did not stink, and noooo I did not have mats! I needed a hair cut, according to momma, and my nails needed a trim. But out of 365 days she picks this day to drag me to get groomed? I wanted to meet Ms. Hilda. Her book looks delicious and she gave crayons. I saw them. Momma put them where I cannot reach them. [The cruelty never stops...] And Miss Hilda, I want you to know I have not sampled your book because I have been told I am not allowed. Just for the record, I saw that my groomer also sells your book! Is everyone in on this, but me??? I need my own copy!!!!

After all. "Magic Hat Grandma Makes Purple Peanut Butter Sandwiches by Hilda Principe is a very instructive book! Grandma teaches, by example, to share and care about creatures [I am a creature!] that have been abandoned. She endorses the practice of rescuing animals [I am a rescue!!!] and teaches children the joy of helping those precious [seriously, I am precious!!!] little animals to have a life of love. Featuring Grandma's new rescued Bichon Frise. [Momma are you taking notes? Nicole was the inspiration for the book!]

This is the second book featuring magic grandma... HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JD just told me I can get my own personalized copy at:

Profits from each book will be donated to Tidewater Bichon Frise Rescue.
Be sure to mention TBFR when ordering your books.

Momma, I don't need you. For this, anyway. I will get my own and sample it to my heart's content.

Groomed and... bookless

The storm is GONE!!!! Wake up!!!

I looked out the window, it is all wet and messy, BUT it's not raining anymore!

come on..

three long days of inside is enough, WAKE UPPPPPPPPP

Some people are so hard to wake up.
Kamikazeeeeee move! See if you can ignore that!

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Friday, November 13, 2009

Four Rivers Fountain at Piazza Navona

Can we pleaaaaase go there? I need a bite of the super thin crispy pizza from Da Francesco. Or maybe, some hand cut prosciutto with focaccia??? We have been home forever and ever. I need la dolce vita not la soaked and drenched gray vita.

Mommaaaaa, pleaaase.

And, and, and... can we go to San Crispino for gelato al limone? I always appreciate Bernini more when I am licking gelato.

I have needs! I know we can get you a superb espresso at Sant'Eustachio Cafe. I am willing to work with your needs.

And, did you notice I did not ask to go to Trevi? I am way more hip than that.

But, if you have some extra cash, I am thinking La Rosetta? After all chef Massimo Riccioli's
"A cena con gli dèi" dinner with the gods only features 50 dishes!!!! I think we should try them all!!!

Momma, please think about it , ok???

pining for la dolce vita

Lucy is HOME!!!!!!

LUCY the lost BOXER is HOME!!!!

The great news comes to us from Chloe's momma!

A speedy recover and kisses and hugs to Lucy, and I am turning my nose up and giving bad attitude to the repairman who let her out.

Thank you good Samaritan who found her and took her to the vet. Getting hit by a car is NEVER a good thing to happen!

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Bichons and art.

More accurate statement: Bichons ARE art.

Bichons, a history of art.

What a wonderful article. It validates what I have always known. We, Bichons are the unsung heros of the art world. Any painting worth anything, has a Bichon as a leading subject. If you don't believe me, just look!.

My own personal favorites are by Goya:

The Duchess of Alba, without her beautiful [albaeit poorly groomed by today's standards...] Bichon, Alba would be just some lady in a white dress.
But the dress, echos the whiteness of her Bichon and it makes Alba a stand out. Alba in black, sans Bichon... not as good. Common. Boring.

I promised momma to buy her that painting as soon as I win the lottery.
Is it for sale yet? I thing the museum needs to have a big garage sale and make room for new art.

And of course Maria Teresa.

María Teresa de Borbón y Vallabriga - 1783

The niece of
of King Carlos III of Spain in the 16th century is made attractive by her Bichon. His fluffy white cuteness balances the child's huge head dress and softens the severity of her black dress.One more observation. In both paintings the Bichons are dutifully sitting quietly... waiting... echos of my life...

artistically yours

I am hot!

I know it has been raining for 3 days! I know you think it's cold outside. But, we are inside!

Honestly, why do you think we need that fireplace? It is making me hot!

If you insist on having the fire going, I insist you give us a a fruitsicle.

Did you happen to notice? I am wearing a thick, soft, luscious, curly... warm coat!

Ohhhh! :) SPeakin g of coats. Upside to the storm... our groomer just rescheduled. Her street is under water.

Oh wait, I am supposed to show concern. Sadness even. Let me dig deep. Let me emote...

Nahh, sorry I got nothing.

I got party feet and a sudden burst of energy. Now, turn off that fireplace and get me a fruitsicle!

Hot and dry

Thursday, November 12, 2009

If knowledge is power why is reading the news making me feel powerless?

Sooo funny I forgot to laugh

Momma opens the door and tells us..."Go out, if you want to, go out and play..."

She is sooo funny, I forgot to laugh, NOT.
Maybe she should go out and "play". Where is my p-pad???

I am NOT talking to momma. And, she decided to make rye bread, I hate rye bread, so why is she making that????


rain , rain, RAIN.... be done already!!!!

You know what all that green means? It's a November Nor'easter.

It means RAIN, rain, rain and more rain. And did I mention the wind? I am done with all the wet already! Can somebody please turn it off? I have asked momma and daddy, but they are not listening.

So, we are stuck in the house. Or should I say, we are "captured victims of momma's camera". If she ever learns how to post the videos...

Right now I am watching the trees dance to the heavy winds. Talk about a salad of leaves out there! It looks like someone tossed a salad in the air.

So, who can turn off the wind machine and the rain machine? I need to find them and chat.... 'nuff is 'nuff...

Although, I have to admit, this weather makes napping so much nicer. :)

Staying in

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Go ahead, do your thing, I will do mine. Napping 101

Napping 101:

1. choose a vantage point
2. make sure you have plenty of pillows
3. don't let what's going on distract you from the task at hand
4. relax

any questions?
Momma, are you taking notes???

rested 'vie