terrified of vaccums

but inexplicably confident with half-ton horses. She's tired from being a mountian dog, but not tired enough to resist nomming Mr Sheepie.

oops

I wasn't supposed to end up unemployed... That's ok - Metal-smithing fun starts tomorrow, so who needs a pay check? I am so psyched to do some art and create something other than paperwork and death !!

My room has been filled with the cutest noises lately (probably because I've been sitting in it more than usual). Whenever the birds are nest building they talk to each other in these little tiny birdy mumbles and coos. It's really adorable and romantic. Ned's been contributing with these itsy bitsy coughs and sneezes that are completely incongruous with his giant, tubby body. He sounds like a baby chipmunk being tickled, it's just ridiculous.

Today I'm stewing some g. pig poops in warm water to make fertilizer because I'm growing this sunflower, and its bottom leaves are looking kind of yellow. I was trying to grow a peace lily, but it got fried in the south window, and then some seeds snuck into the pot and took over, and thus the sunflower was an excellent accident which I'd like to prolong with poo stew.

Speaking of poo, did you know that 99% of plastic bags have at least one hole, usually right there in the bottom?? It's really irritating trying to scoop using the side of the bag and then holding it all awkwardly so it doesn't leak. Also, Joy's poo is so potent that it will stink right through a sealed baggie. If there's not a nearby trash can, I might as well be walking around with her poop on a plate for the way the stench permeates the bag.

Rambo VII: The War With Alzheimers

we've all done it..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajXT9ER7WFo&eurl=http://failblog.org/page/2/&feature=player_embedded

just not with an iron, thank god.

SMAM Newsflash!!!!

Phil and Nearly Nudie Ned are out of the closet (still under the bed)! Their shared dietary interests have spurred a beatiful friendship between pig and bunny, and I honestly think Phil is happier and less evil for the first time since Harriet. I think this means I have a new resident, but Ned's pretty low maintinence and I don't miss feeling all guilty about Phil's depression.

As for avian reproductive news - the second batch of eggs has arrived! I was feeling suspicious - I think their cooing changed in tenor a bit - so I checked the elaborate (and stinky) nest ...

There are some well placed dog hairs in that third picture for scale. So tiny! I was going to just crack the eggs into Joy's bowl and leave it at that, but I started imagining opening a fertilized egg, and if the little fetus was old enough it might be really uncomfortable to be dumped into the cold air and then eaten. So I put them in the fridge, which seemed like a better way to meet your end. I replaced the eggs with some wooden beads to stave off grief, but considering they kicked their first batch out of the nest (clumsy or infanticidal?), I think they'll be fine.

Hematoma day

Wednesday at work was Hematoma day. It royally sucked, and I feel superbly inadequate at kitty blood draws. Cats have these leg veins that are right on the surface underneath their papery thin skin and what with them kicking and hissing and generally trying to kill you, it's super hard not to poke right through that little vessel. Piercing the vessel is apparently pretty painful, because they always kick extra hard when you do that, pulling away from the needle, ripping the vein further, creating a goliath hematoma, king of all hematomas. And since I shave the area before I poke, the kitty has a giant and very visible bruise for adopters to admire. And then I have to put in a note so patrons and staff know just who is beating up these helpless, homeless, tiny little bundles of love.