Introducing Mr T

Hi, My name is Tyler. I live with Popcorn and Ginger's grandma and grandpa. I am built like a little box...and I am a natural born killer...I love to play with my green froggie and mini-ball. I have a bullet tongue and like to lick faces. I am definitely a large, formidable dog in a little body. I am very cool and Gingi and Popcorn's mommy, Holly approves of me....which is saying a lot since she is more of a medium dog kind of gal.

Sad Sunflowers

These are the sad sunflowers I returned home to after the even sadder weekend I spent in Great Falls, Montana. I think enough time has passed that I can now write about the disaster of a craft fair that I attended in Great Falls on the third weekend of September. I call it a disaster, but I suppose I had a few positive experiences. I met some interesting people. I learned about the demography of people who are interested in my product. I learned that I need to choose my fairs carefully, considering the age group and "hip" factor of the people living in the town. I knew I was in trouble when I arrived in Great Falls and tried to find a radio station to listen to. All the stations were either country or christian. The country stations had advertisements about Jesus. When I walked into the arena where I would set up my booth, a large picture of George W. Bush welcomed me. My hotel, pretty decent and on the river, was staffed by a young twig thin girl with very deep dark circles under her eyes. She looked like the poster girl in the "no meth" ads. I set up my booth, pleased with the results. I had purchased colorful battery operated lights to illuminate my bags...and they looked really good. I was feeling positive, because this was a 3 day fair. I expected to earn enough money to purchase a new computer for my business. It was 97 degrees outside...and although just a bit TOO HOT for my taste, I enjoyed the last little bit of summer. We just don't get very much summer in Moose, WY. The first night was incredibly slow. I didn't sell anything. I was bummed because I wanted to take myself out to dinner. Instead, I had a TV dinner in the hotel. I didn't sell anything the entire next day either. Attendance was very poor and the majority of customers were between 60-90 years old and very conservative. Since my bags are pretty youthful and colorful...they didn't sell. Also, I think most of the women were crafty themselves, so would look at the bags to get ideas and then move on. The wooden cut out moose heads and tasmanian devils in the booth next to me were selling like hotcakes. By Sunday the artists were getting restless, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Since most of the booths were taking a giant loss...the artists started walking around making trades...which was cool. I noticed a bohemianish woman selling herbs across the way and wandered over to talk to her and see if she would be interested in a trade. I said hello and asked her how things were going. She said "I like to ask people questions about sex, religion, and politics." Yes, I know, I should have said "hmm" and walked away....but I was bored, too...so thought, what the hell....and told her to go ahead and ask. She asked me my opinion on health care reform. I stated that I have insurance with my current job and appreciate that opportunity, but realize that I am one of the few with that level of coverage. I strongly believe in heath care reform. I have MS and if I was diagnosed when I didn't have insurance, I would have no life in front of me aside from working to repay the debt I would have incurred with all the testing and medication...and hope that I could repay it before I was unable to work any longer due to the disease. I believe that access to healthcare is a basic human right. Blah Blah Blah. Anyhoo....her response was...and imagine this from a long-haired bohemian lady in a long flowy skirt..."what...? do you expect EVERYONE ELSES children to have to pay for YOUR DISEASE?" The look on her face was one of pure evil. I was speechless. I wanted OUT of there. of course, being me....I said "hmm....well....maybe I, and everyone else who is either old or sick should just die...would that make it easier for your children?" and I walked away.

Ginger says:

Sometimes people astound me. They should be more like dogs.

This is My Favorite Thing

Check out the website. It's funny.
http://www.webworksllc.com/Llamasong.cfm

here's a lama, there's a llama
and another little llama fuzzy llama, funny llama
llama, llama, duck
llama, llama, cheesecake llama
tablet, brick, potato llama, llama, llama, mushroom, llama
llama, llama, duck
I was once a treehouse I lived in a cake
but i never saw the way the orange slayed the rake
i was only three years dead but it told a tale
and now listen little child to the safety rail
did u ever see a llama kiss a llama on the llama
llama's llama taste of llama
llama, llama, duck
half a llama, twice a llama not a llama, farmer, llama llama in a car,
alarm a llama
llama, llama duck
is that how it's told now? is it all so old? is it made of lemon juice
doorknob, ankle, cold
now my song is getting thin and i've run out of luck
time for me to retire now and become a duck

It's Carcass Time!

I've been really good lately...not leaving the yard when my mommy puts me out to go potty. This morning she had to find me though. I was outside...running around the fire pit looking for rodents when I smelled the most sweet, delicious scent in the world...so I went to check it out. The odor led me across the street, and behind the neighbor's garage, to a decaying buck deer head. I couldn't get to it right away as it was hanging inside of a propped up truck topper, but with a little effort, I managed to knock it down...it smelled so delicious...kind of sharp and pungent. I started knawing on it and completely forgot about my mommy. When she found me I was 100% focused...fiending on the decaying head...with my rear end wagging around. She had to poke me to get my attention and I felt really guilty and rolled over.

Meet Popcorn AKA Poophead

Hi....my name is popcorn....also known as poophead, baby, and sometimes, craphead. I was rescued by my new mommy about 3 months ago and have loved life ever since. I am really beautiful and soft with perfect white teeth and lips that smell like freshly mown grass. Unfortunately I can't hear a thing...I think I was born deaf...so I am learning hand signals. However, I find that if I don't LOOK at my mommy, then I don't have to obey her. It is quite convenient. I am mostly good...except when I am bad...and then I am terrible. My best friend is Cru, the silly boxer who lives next door. He stares at my house when he goes outside...waiting for me to come out. I can't blame him...after all...I am very beautiful and fun. I love to run around and bite his face...and chase birds...and leap over things like a gazelle. I have some pretty cool fake-out moves as well. My sister (by adoption) hates me. Her name is Ginger and she is a formerly fat, one-eyed red heeler with super stinky breath and a bad attitude. I think she is jealous because I am so young and pretty. I always make sure to push my way in when mommy is paying attention to Ginger...It's fun. I also live with a badass cat named Bubba who I like to chase around sometimes. He can kick my butt, though...so I mostly leave him alone. He smells like cat box...which I love...so I like to give him a bath with my tongue every so often. My mommy blocked his box though...so now I can't eat the tasty poo. Bummer.

Flu the Coop

No...not the swine flu...but the flu none the less. I haven't had a fever like that since I was 10. This was the kind of sick that isn't even KIND OF fun. I mean...I was so sick that I couldn't even pay attention to the TV, or knit, or read, or stay awake long enough to follow a book on tape. I had to call dispatch to find a law enforcement officer to take me to the emergency room. How wonderful is that? I not only felt like poo....I was pathetically reminded how alone I am at my little cabin...with no one to take me to the hospital. My dogs went stir crazy...popcorn filled up the back room with poop...and the mess I faced on day 6 of the illness....when I was finally ready to get off the couch...was overwhelming. Now I am back on my feet, back at work, and trying to face all of the things I couldn't over the past week. I don't realize how each day is filled with must do tasks until I can't do them. Really....all is not so terrible. I have great friends who brought me cough drops and bananas...and a nice boyfriend who talked me down from crying during a moment of complete weakness and hopelessness. I probably lost at least 10 pounds...but I missed Halloween...and trick or treating with the kids....boo hoo. Now it is back to work...making things for the Christmas fair...getting ready to visit family over Thanksgiving...and moving things out to my new shed...which arrived one day while I was too sick to get out of bed.

For those of you who are trying to post comments...I hope I can figure out why you are not able to post...still working on it.