November 2015 archive

PHOTO OF THE DAY – STRINGY BEAN HAIR – November 7, 2015

It’s been raining nearly all day on the funny farm. Perfect time to catch up on some indoor stuff.

I made a list on paper and also in my head, of all the things I wanted to accomplish today. On paper were more business oriented matters. In my head were things like wash the windows, yoga, color my hair, wash windows, laundry, wash the damn windows.

I checked off all the biz ‘to-do’ items…had a wonderful yoga session…laundry is folded and stashed…and the most colorful part?…my hair. It was long overdue as I kept seeing in recent photos of me. Slashes of bleached out highlights under mousy brown and gray roots with white around the temples. Stringy-sparse-bean-stalk hair. That’s what was on my head. It was time for some fixin’.

No doubt you will be seeing more of my real hair in future posts. Today I’d like to share a photo that better depicts what I see in my mind, growing from my head.

For Photo of the Day, I’ve picked one from my Animal Garden Shop collection. I am the eggplant on the left with my new yellow string bean hair.

(Please note…that is not even close to my real nose. I ain’t lyin’.)

On the right is Recluse Man, with an expression almost identical in real life when he saw my new hair. His hair is pretty right-on too, if only the color of cauliflower.

POTD_15_11_07I’m thinking rainy days bring out the strange in me. Do other girls identify with eggplants flaunting yellow string beans and do they see their boyfriends as gourd-guys with radish eyes?

I’m thinking not. But I betcha they’re windows are clean.

PHOTOS OF THEDAY – POCKETS THE PUPIL – November 6, 2015

I’m sure she would agree with me when I say Pockets had a most interesting afternoon. That girl loves to expand her fonkey-ponkey mind.

For starters…Recluse Man had to make some final measurements before he gets supplies for some barn improvements. We’re extending the roof, adding some doors on the stalls and changing some gates. Apparently this is of great interest to the gang..and most especially Pockets.

For Photos of the Day…check out Pockets the Pupil…POTD_15_11_06_7

When he realized no treats were being passed out, Grayson quickly lost interest. But Pockets? Why she had her nose in the book…
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On behalf of her babies no doubt, Gypsy studied the new stall plans…
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…while Pockets made it clear she needed to see at her own eye level…
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“Hey Wecluse Man…I waahna dwaah,” said PocketsPOTD_15_11_06_5

“Dwaah your nose in here,” said Recluse Man…POTD_15_11_06_4

After much scrutiny, Pockets finally agreed to the plan…POTD_15_11_06_1Then on to the round pen to wait her turn…POTD_15_11_06_9

“Sheesh…this could take forever….GIT ON WIF IT GWAYSON!!!”POTD_15_11_06_12

“I WAAH MY TURN!”POTD_15_11_06_11You gotta love a ponkey who loves to learn.

Here’s to Pockets the Pupil!

PHOTO OF THE DAY – DRIVING ME CRAZY – November 5, 2015

For Photo of the Day…please hear my ‘Inner Dawg’…

“Doggone right…deeze photos of da day be driving me crazy…

Ima escape from da doghouse…doncha call me lazy…

Ima keep me eyes on da road and me paws on da wheel…

..make me tires squeal…

…juz lookin’ to run over buncha blog posts…

…on me way to eat some pot roast.”

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What the Woof???

To my inner dawg…

…you really drive me crazy…

…but as my inner dawg… you juz amaze-me!

Now howzabout some pussycat posts???

PHOTOS OF THE DAY – MEALS ON WHEELS – November 4, 2015

Some of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had, were during the two and a half years I delivered Meals on Wheels in Boone, NC. Although we were not supposed to dilly dally around or talk too much when we were doing our routes, I grew very fond of some of my folks.

During holidays when the kitchen was closed, I would surprise them with treats from the bakery. I mean really good treats. It was then that I could go at my own pace and sit down with my favorite peeps to share their wisdom and life stories.

I knew many of these elderlies depended on Meals on Wheels to receive one hot meal a day, even if they grumbled about the menu. Others would joke about the food and set it aside for ‘whenever’. Boy oh boy did those meals stink up my car. I never saw anyone so ravenous they’d tear right into their lunch.

Today I had a little déjà vu experience as Recluse Man and I moved truckloads of hay onto the farm. On our last load, we took a break and lookee who showed up for Meals on Wheels!!! I must say they had a no holds barred approach to lunch…those rascals.

For Photos of the Day…here are my latest Meals on Wheels recipients…POTD_15_11_04_1

They never complained about the menu…POTD_15_11_04_2

Nor did they want to make small talk or set their lunch aside…POTD_15_11_04_3

They didn’t even ask for dessert!POTD_15_11_04_4Bon Appétit you little Pips!

NOW GIT OUTTA HERE!!

PHOTO OF THE DAY – HAY YOU! – November 3, 2015

Lately it seems I have been moving a lot of hay….on the truck, off the truck, in the hayloft, out of the hayloft. Hay, hay hay.

We got rid of some dusty old bales today and will pick up some more hay tomorrow. It will be a big load as I just found out I will have another horse on the farm this winter. I won’t jinx this situation by sharing anymore just yet, but I am so tickled!!! I love being tickled. That is so opposite of feeling itchy in your britchys after a day of hay.

So with this in mind, I’m sharing some downright goofy photos of “Farmer Fred’ in my old studio. I wasn’t moving hay back then, but I remember having the ‘itchys’ in my studio from having hay find its way down my overalls. I learned then not to wear overalls when there’s hay involved. Damn hassle to get it out.

Here I am as a farmer before I became a farmer. I no longer wear shaving cream when there’s hay involved either…but a wig? Now that might work.

Hay you…here I am for your Photos of the Day…

POTD_15_11_03_2POTD_15_11_03_1I’M TALKIN’ TO YOU!!!

PHOTOS OF THE DAY – STILL TRICK OR TREATING – November 2, 2015

I never thought a pig could love Halloween so much.

Perhaps I’ve been prepping him without realizing it, for D.O.G. has gone from bullying me when I clean his dirty face, to really enjoying it. No beer necessary. So what’s a little make-up?

Still, D.O.G. surprised me with all the fun he was having as I worked on that big ole wrinkly face of his for Halloween.

He told me he wanted to be a ‘colorful character’ even though I insisted he was already one.

“How about some black and blue eyes?” he asked.

“I don’t even know where your eyes are,” I replied.

“How about you make me fly…I’ll be Pigasus!” (oh brother!)

“I’m afraid you’d never come back,” I told him wistfully.

“How about Frankenstein?”

“You have too many legs and you’re too much of a low rider.”

“How about Wilbur?”

“He’s not scary enough. You need to be frightening on Halloween. But I will give you Charlotte and her web if it makes you feel better.”

D.O.G. was starting to get a little oinkery.

I tried to joke around and suggested a Boar’s Head Ham, but he flipped me off in swine language.

I then suggested a little twist on The Rocky Horror Picture Show look.

“Yes! I will be a scary transvestite!” he exclaimed.

“Um…’scuse me? But how do you know about The Rocky Horror Picture Show?”

“Saw it every Friday night when I was a pig in the brig,” he grunted.

Almost certainly he was pulling my leg and I was not about to fall for it. Then too, some things are best left to the imagination.

Finally…our collaboration…which ended up looking more like Pigasus on rainbow dust after crash-landing at Homer Zuckerman’s farm.

Oh My D.O.G.!!!
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“More glitter!” he squealed…POTD_15_11_02_2

“I need a hat!”POTD_15_11_02_4

“Let’s go trick or treating!”POTD_15_11_02_5

We didn’t get very far but we sure had a great time. D.O.G. ended up with enough treats to send him straight to hog heaven.

He loved his new pigmentation so much, he wanted it to last forever.

What a funny looking pig he was watching football with us yesterday. It didn’t matter who was playing, he was rootin’ for them the whole way as he pigged-out on his trick or treat stash.

Then surprise, surprise. This morning over coffee, and there’s D.O.G. at the dog door…still trick or treating!POTD_15_11_02_6That pigster is a smart chop and doesn’t understand why we call it a dog door if he can’t fit through it. But what a great trick it would be if he did!!POTD_15_11_02_7Recluse Man yelled, “No Tricks Today!” Then softened up and offered D.O.G. a few treats…POTD_15_11_02_8

D.O.G. looked at Recluse Man and said…

“Now how am I gonna get my chops through the door for my treats if you’re not gonna let me try my trick?”POTD_15_11_02_9

That pig is slick… but needs to realize Halloween is OVER!!!POTD_15_11_02_10Is it time for a little hogwash y’all???POTD_15_11_02_11

PHOTO OF THE DAY – THE GREAT PONKIN – PART III – November 1, 2015

When Halloween arrived, Pockets the Ponkey was so excited about meeting The Great Ponkin, I couldn’t bear the thought of her disappointment, should she not.

That ponkey gets really fonkey when things don’t go her way. Especially when it comes to ponkey traditions and rituals and beliefs. She is full of beliefs.

I decided to take things into my own hands. I would make her the best Ponkin of all time. It would be the Ponkin of her wildest dreams. It would be a Ponkin she’d be talking about for a very long time. It would be…The Great Ponkin.

But dang, there I was on Halloween without even a pumpkin.

So how did things turn out?

When I told Pockets there was someone she needed to meet, she got very excited.

Let’s hear it straight from the ponkey’s mouth.

“Oh My Gwad…is it The Great Ponkin? Mama G…tell me I’m not helloosinatin!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_01

“And are youse the The Great Ponkin’s Great-grandponks? Oh My Gwaddess!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_02

“Haya Hiya…Ima Pockets the Ponkey and Ima believer!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_03

“Mama F…take my picture with The Great Ponkin or no one will ever-ever believe me!”
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“Now…one without the Great-grandponks…paleeze! Oh to meet The Great Ponkin! Why we have the same hair!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_05

“But WAADAMINUTE!!!….dats not REAL HAIR…dat hair UNNIBBLABLE!!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_06

“NOT REAL LIPS! LIPS NOT MOVE!!”
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“SMELLS LIKE OLE FARM PUMPKIN!!!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_08

“TASTES LIKE OLE FARM PUMPKIN!!!”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_09

“THE GREAT PONKIN WOULD NOT LET ME EAT HIS GREAT-GRANDPONKS…YOU DUMMY”
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“YOU TWIED TO TWICK ME! I WILL EAT THEM ALL!”
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I had become a believer as I created The Great Ponkin, and was mortified to see the fun Pockets was having, tormenting the poor Great Ponkin and his Great-grandponks.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_12

She didn’t hold back and found great pleasure in telling me I didn’t know poo about ponkey-lore.

Fortunately, The Great Ponkin handled it with Great austerity while maintaining his Great Grimace.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_13

No pumpkin was safe.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_14

Of course I didn’t tell you the full story and perhaps the reason why Pockets behaved like a naughty half-ass.

You see, I tried to turn her into a unicorn and it was a bit of a disaster.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_15

OK…maybe it was a huge disaster.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_16

In all fairness…I owe Pockets her take on things…

“Oh My Gwad…I HATE HALLOWEEN!!! First you put a dorkydumb horn on me that looks like a toilet paper ear plug and tell me to look cute!!!

WAAH THE POOPS???

I am POCKETS DA PONKEY…AND I AM ALWAYS CUTE!!!!

Then the WORST..you TWIED to TWICK ME with THE GREAT PONKIN!

(Pockets get tongue-tied when she’s upset)

PONKINS-SHMONKINS!!!

You CANNOT JOKE AROUND about THE GREAT PONKIN…YOU CANNOT TWICK ME!

He is REAL. Now go decorate that dumb pig of yours…I waah my Mama E & G.”POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_17

So I took her advice and had the most fun decorating the silly pig.POTD_15_11_01_ponkins_III_19Best part? That D.O.G. believes everything I say!!!!

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