Posted by Becky on August 16, 2009
Well, what can I say about Darwin that hasn’t already been said except we are not seeing eye to eye these days. He chewed a whole in John’s beanie that I knit for him. One of my first knitting projects. He chewed up Joseph’s baseball cap which was on my desk. He knocked over a potted plant in the back yard, breaking the pot and then decided to eat the plant which I found withered in the sun. He took a tube of hemp lotion that was on my desk and ate it, which as we all know, is a gateway lotion. Darwin is a counter surfer! I have never had a dog that did that other than the time Blue stole butter and I blamed it on Jacob who thought I was on glue. And now he has taken to stealing my dish towels that hang from the refrigerator handle and stove. Darwin, not Jacob.
The towels and his ears flap in the wind as he runs around the back yard with Ziva chasing behind him barking her head off. I’ve even had a heart to heart with Hank asking him to teach his damn kid some manners. He said,” practice what you preach, lady”. So true.
Then I took Darwin on a walk. Or rather attempted. He is not use to the leash yet and he reared like a horse when I put the collar on him and managed to pull a Houdini in the front yard and ran around the neighborhood. I went and bought a Houdini proof dog collar and he got out of that too! I need the dog whisperer!
Jacob called today and put in his order for Sunday supper. Well, isn’t that special? He stated he would like a REAL Sunday supper. I asked what that might be and he said something with mashed potatoes and gravy. Real mashed potatoes. I reminded him I don’t make potatoes from a box. And then he stated he wanted white ( milk) gravy. So I said I’d make chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, gravy (with milk) and corn. Then he tells me he wants sausage in the gravy. WTF? You don’t put pork in a beef gravy! I’m telling you the boy is mad. (I hope it’s just the August heat) You know what, Darwin’s not so bad after all. Jacob’s lucky he had my grandchild or I probably wouldn’t let him in my house anymore. Tell me how to make gravy! What fucking nerve!
Oh, for all you spinners out there a co-worker of mine has a cousin who has a farm, Painted Knoll Farm. He thought they sold yarn so he gave me their business card. Anyone ever heard of them? They have Shetland Sheep and they are so cute. I wish they did sell yarn. I do love my independent shopping.
And speaking of independent book stores (oh, nice Segway) I have good news. I went to the Bookworm and met the new owner. Her name is Connie and she seems rather nice. She is going to move the store to the Ralphs’ shopping center at the end of September and they are going to have a Childrens’ Story night! I can’t wait to take Eli to that and that should make a much nicer location. Close to Star Bucks and more visibility. I hope she makes it.
I’m reading something write now that I am really enjoying and that’s all I got to say about that.
I haven’t been very diligent with my blogging. Work is taking a toll on me these days. Why, I can barely manage to keep up with the chores on my farm on Facebook!
Okay, time for bed because I’ve got potatoes to peel and dogs to chase bright and early in the morning.
Posted by Becky on May 15, 2009
John and Joseph left this morning for San Diego to work so I am left to my own devices for the weekend. I was quite excited to have the house to myself until I got home.
First I had to herd the dogs up for supper, which is no easy task with Jackabee’s, let me tell you. Blue eats out back, Hank eats in the laundry and the pups eat in the kitchen where the are still under supervision as they keep going from one bowl to the other. Training puppies is exhausting because one must be more stubborn than the dog one is training.
Supper was done and then on to laundry with puppies stealing socks and what not as I sorted clothes which required my chasing down Ziva and Darwin a couple of times. Then it was time to mop and Ziva was pouting, I think she misses Joseph, so I went to take a picture of her to show Joseph. You know, to make him feel guilt.
Turned around and found this on my coffee table.
Yelled at Darwin who promptly did this.
Who? Me?
See how he played that off as if nothing happened? This dog is smooth. I decided to go clean my bathroom and found this in the sink.
Decided to make the bed instead which was not a pleasant ordeal.
I guess when the guys are here the dogs are more preoccupied with what they are doing or to be precise, what they are eating. So, they investigated everything I did. It was a fucking pain in the ass. So, apparently the guys are are handy to have around in that they at least serve as a diversion so I can do housework.
My first attempt at making bed. See, first you pull the sheets back, place the bouncing dog onto the floor. Then you try to fluff the sheet again, placing same bouncing dog on the floor who now thinks he has invented a new game. I highly recommend giving the sheet a good snap with the dog still on it if you have the strength to do so.
Pull up bed spread and repeat.
Fluff pillows with dog still on them. At this point, I gave up on putting Darwin back on the floor and picked up Ziva who was crying the whole time because A) She can’t get on the bed and 2) Joseph is not home.
She promptly made a fort. And while I was dealing with Darwin and his shenanigans, Blue and Hank were being dogs and sitting by the front door wondering where in the hell John was?
Tomorrow I have to get up and repeat the whole damn thing so I’m thinking a hysterectomy, with two to three days in the hospital, is starting to look pretty good, even after the hospital sent me a list today with ALL the things that could go wrong, like bladder or colon damage, infection, intestinal damage, and the like. I hope my surgeon has a good nights sleep the night before.
Or my other option is the Rush Limbaugh route where I live on pain pills in lieu of surgery and most likely getting my own talk radio show.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm what to do what to do? Oh well, I guess I will have the surgery since I already ordered a Kindle and laying in bed for weeks was my justification for buying it.
Okay, time for bed so I can rest up to make the bed again.
It’s 2:30 AM and there is a bird singing at the top of his lungs and I am seriously considering shooting him.
Posted by Becky on May 1, 2009
Aren’t much, as we all know from the song, but murdered puppies, now that has possibilities. Oh, Sandy, I’m kidding, but if you woke up to this, you might change your tune.
Alpaca
This was how I found my yarn, dead as a doornail. This was flat out murder. And Blue was outside and Hank, Louis and Eli were in my room with the door closed. So that leaves the dead puppies.
Organic Cotton
Organic Cotton
Organic cotton
The Perps aka Dead Puppies
That’s Ziva hiding behind the bush where they ran to hide, no doubt, after they heard my blood curdling screams. Wonder what the neighbors thought?
More Dead Puppies
And if you look close, I would almost swear that Darwin has a smirk on his face.
Needless to say, they have been banished from the house until further notice. I had to throw away three skeins of yarn and have to puppy proof the rest of the house because they only like the good stuff. They didn’t touch the Encore that was on the same tray as the rest of the yarn and the tray is like, two feet off the ground at least.
And I had such high hopes for this yarn. Killed in it’s prime. Who knows what it would have become had it not been murdered in the prime of it’s life. Such a travesty.
A moment of silence,please. Preita, quite laughing!
I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a dead pup-py
No, that won’t do. A few words of my own, perhaps.
An Ode To my Yarn
I waited
Like an emotional corpse
For you to come
For a tomorrow, a promise, a sweater
That was due to arrive
And so I waited
Somewhat paralyzed
Afraid of life without you
I waited alone
For the Sun
To shine upon my flesh
That had grown so cold (Um, I need that freakin a sweater)
Longing for your touch
And I waited
Armed with but a dream
That burned secretly
Within the many chambers of my heart
Until you arrived
And so, I wait no more
RIP my sweet alpaca and organic cotton.
Maybe I’ll get a tattoo!
Turn your volume up so you can hear the words to the song.
Posted by Becky on April 25, 2009
Is the best damn dog there is.
I just had to share these picture of Darwin and Blue because I have never seen this before. When Darwin isn’t playing with his sister Ziva, or sitting with me, he is stretched out across Blues back. Sometimes he’s standing. It is the oddest thing to see and you would think Blue would get cranky about it, but he doesn’t care at all and maybe he understands. Because Hank is still mean to Darwin, so Blue has taken him under his wing.
They just lay like that, Darwin on top with his front paws on the floor for balance and Hank doesn’t mess with Blue so Darwin is completely safe up there.
Then they work the buddy system, where Blue lets Darwin use him to climb up on the couch and attack Joseph or steal things. I think I know now how my magazines keep finding their way on the floor all chewed up.
I’m not quite sure what’ s going on here.
I just think friendship is a wonderful thing and Blue is the best buddy there is.
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Posted by Becky on March 2, 2009
No matter how much Blue objects, the puppies won’t leave him alone.
He moves from one side of the room to the other, even giving up his prized spot in front of the of the screen door, where he lies in wait for delivery boys and cats.
Then, they finally settled on Blue’s bed wherein even he succumbed to their cuteness.
Posted by Becky on February 27, 2009
My boss changed my blog so I can post videos on the side. And since I’m an Atheist, naturally he picks a Bible Scholar Theme.
What do you think?
I purchased a crate for the puppies and threw the pool out. This morning I found them all sleeping in a bucket (that had been knocked over) in the laundry room! I was freaking out because I couldn’t find them so, naturally, I never got a picture but it was adorable. Then later on this AM, Lucky discovered the cat food so into the crate they go.
ETA today’s puppy pictures
I gave the puppies an old skein of yarn (no good yarn was harmed) and they had a blast.
Then we have Miss Priss who sits on the bed and watches the mayhem.
They really are a riot. Especially, when I walk through the house and all six come running after me like a pack of wild-midget dogs, it’s hysterical.
Posted by Becky on February 19, 2009
Which I thought was appropriate since this week love is in the air. Started off with Sean and then Jacob caught the bug. Yesterday, he asked me to go with him to buy Yesenia a ring and he picked this out all on his own so he really didn’t need me. The Sales Lady was so nice. She explained to Jacob how to tell a diamond with some gizmo that you touch to each diamond. And after they heard that he was buying it for his girlfriend with his unemployment check they brought the price down. Very nice people at Lumina Jewelers in Camarillo.
Now, my picture does not do it justice. I had no idea diamonds were so difficult to photograph. I haven’t heard back the details, (typical) but today was her birthday so I don’t know how or when he gave it to her or what her reaction was. These are vital details.
And now for a puppy update. I have started to give them a puppy food mush at night as Sadie has refused them their middle of the night feeding and who can blame her. They are very active and run around the house when we take them out of the pool. They are not shy and are already using the puppy pads, which I should have bought stock in. So here they are at three weeks.
This one I’ve dubbed Darwin as he was born the yearDarwine would have been 200 years old and Darwin made many discoveries on a boat named “The Beagle”. And as you can see I’ve taken a shine to the pup.
“Uncle Blue” is now on the spot sooner than Sadie if he hears a puppy cry. Somehow Sadie knows the difference between I’m hungry, I’m scared and I want you. She’s very much into tough love. And Blue just can’t stand it when they fuss. And he is so careful not to step on them it’s comical to watch. He reminds me of a horse around them. I mean, really, he’s huge.
Papa Hank even oversees playtime and cleans them. It is the cutest thing, because he goes to lick them and flips them over. 
All they do is sleep, eat and play which is as life should be.
Posted by Becky on February 4, 2009
Well, actually it’s a toss up between the nimrod who called 911 and then placed the operator on hold to buy drugs or the mother fucker at the Chevron in Camarillo tonight. I pull up to the diesel pump, which as anyone knows, there is only one diesel nozzle for every three gas nozzles. So, some guy in a truck starts yelling at me (complete with arm gestures) to pull forward. I explain I can’t, as I am getting diesel. So he flips a U, gets out of his white pick-up truck complete with ladder on the roof with WIP on the driver door and trust me I have the whole driver side burned in my memory as I was trying to strike him dead with the evil eye. He makes a point of using the pump directly on the other side of me (like he’s going to intimidate me) and then he has the nerve to asks me, “and why exactly couldn’t’ you pull forward?” I stated again, “because I’m pumping diesel and WHAT FUCKING BUSINESS IS IT OF YOURS ANYWAYS?” At which point he turned away with nothing more to say and the rest of the patrons started to whistle, tinker with stuff, wash windows and check out cloud formations. Basically do anything BUT look in my direction. The only person looking at me at this point was the man at the cash register and he had a bit of a smile on his face. But seriously, what kind of punk ass mother fucking weasel thinks he’s going to jump bad with a middle aged women (from Oxnard) at the gas station or anywhere for that matter and get away with it? I was tempted to buy a baseball bat should such an occasion arise again, but went to knit with Sandy and bless her heart, she calmed me down just by listening. You really need a friend in this type of situation to talk you back in off the edge of sanity. A true friend understands that fine line between homicidal maniac or letting your husband live even though he leaves an empty bottle on the counter RIGHT NEXT TO THE TRASH CAN!
So, I’m all better now, really I am.
And now for puppy pictures as promised.
Eli inspects the new puppy
Look at that face!
Joseph calls this one Lucky because of the four leaf clover on his back.
this one has a little white mohawk
Sadie taking a head count.
And today she let Blue come and look at the puppies without lunging at him. So Lisa, you can definitely bring David over anytime to see them. And if you travel, your dog can always come and stay with grandma.
Posted by Becky on February 3, 2009
Well, three out of six already have their eyes open and we have four girls and two boys. I will post more pictures later. Every time I go near the puppies, Blue has to wander over to see what’s going on and that in turn causes Sadie to have a fit. She’s very protective as she should be.
In other news, this month (February 12th) will be the 200 birthday of both Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin. I find it amazing that these two great men were both born on the same day in the same year. Lincoln, the Great Emancipator of human beings and Darwin, the Great Emancipator of the human mind. Both struggled with bringing forth policy and scientific data that they knew would be unpopular, both saw beyond themselves to do what was right for the benefit of mankind.
Awesome dudes!
Posted by Becky on January 30, 2009
Jacob and JJ came over today so after going to see my mom, and letting her see him crawl for the first time, we went to the beach.
I really love this picture with the islands in the background and can’t wait to teach JJ how to body surf like I did my own boys.
He wasnt’ too fond of the sand though.
So daddy dusted him off.
Then we went and had chile rellanos for lunch and stopped by Anacapa Fine Yarns and he got to visit with the ladies while I got Jacob’s approval on some yarn before I bought it.
Then we went home and played with puppies.
This puppy is called Lucky because he looks like he has a four leaf clover on his back.
