Mandela

Furry Babies

At the beginning of December the husband and I were busy scouting worthy dog breeders. We were scrutinizing blood lines, price, breed, and color of potential breeding dogs. I had begun construction designs on whelping boxes and pricing the whole operation out. It was exciting.

Then we happily discovered I was pregnant about mid January. That is an entirely different type of exciting.
Initially I was a bit disappointed I wouldn't be getting my big dogs or puppies. It felt like I was taking great leaps and bounds in one area of my life but stalling out in my professional dreams.

That thought has since been remedied. Just before we discovered the good news we bought an breeding colony of 5 sugar gliders. Beautiful gliders, all old enough to breed. Two of them even have rare genetics. Gorgeous lue het brother and sister... if paired properly could produce all white babies. On there Own they are gorgeous and worth more than what we paid for the whole lot. I believe one of my cinnamon gliders is pregnant.

 Why would I have to put my dreams of breeding on hold? I'll just scale 'em down a bit. I love spending time with my gliders, who are currently crabbing at me for moving too much. I will probably separate them for a while once we have the baby. I dont want to lose a joey because I am distracted by a much more important facet to my life.

   I'm not on hiatus.... just smaller scale. Mommy style and wonderfully happy about it.

Where in the hell where you?

Miss Moody where have you been?
Gone. Not so much physically but just gone. As much as the word can describe.... gone.
Moody has been making wigs... Moody has been screaming... Moody has been happy.
I am done geriatric-sitting. I am spending my time creating writing and being the many facets of me. I missed moody. She missed me.
And now to be a little less confusing...
I have started creating a wig from scratch. Which is a pain in the ass. Especially with plastic tools not originally intended for the task at hand. While endlessly larks head knotting loose blue hair into a weaving cap is teadious, it made for a relaxing three hours only to accomplish....
It looks like a lot and nothing all at the same time which is fulfilling in a disappointing sort of way.
Being slightly random and mildly ADHD i hvae started working on something else and intend to go back to my wig. All though it sits in a very entertaining manner for now...

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Snippets from grandma....

" I am 70 now, that means i can say whatever the hell I want" So was the statement made by my dear grandmother about 4 years ago. Well she definitely held true to that statement. Though i never thought it would embarrass me publicly...

Directly after her arrival home from the hospital and fresh from knee surgery she began to receive dozens of visitors. Most of which i was related to, but had never met. All whom which told me they loved me dearly. Umm..... ok? the things she said in reference to her body were all together humiliating and hilarious.

"Look at all the yellow bruises! Ha! Look, Im a 'china-men'..." . . . Oh dear lord. This she said to not only family but all her physical therapists. There was that folksy racism i mentioned previously.... This woman still uses the word 'colored', in public. How is it that old people manage to make racism funny?

My uncle decides to use the downstairs bathroom the other day, while he is perfectly capable of going upstairs. Which is normally no big deal (except he leaves the door wide open for number 1), but today he decided to go in and shut the door just as grandma had the same idea... "Danny! Danny! don't you sit down." nothing came from behind the bathroom door. "DANNY! I need to potty!" Im not kidding by the way she did say potty. "DANNY!" She shuffled he walker towards the door and my uncle emerged holding up his pants and laughing.... -now for the best part- "Keep laughing mister, next time i'll just come in and poop on you!" Did she just say that? She did. He was still laughing. "I will do it! Next time I'll sit right down on your lap and poop on you.... we will see how you like it!" The whole rest of the day she threatened to poop on him, whether or not that was the topic of discussion.

She also has some very brilliant solutions....

Like for the oil spill. "Why don't they just stuff the oil CEO's down the hole... right after the president. That'll plug is up." I suppose it would, grandma.

In reference to a recent KIA comercial in where a salesmen is asking for money in order to get down off of a room my grandma says " Push him, He'll get down alot faster and cheaper that way."

This is wear my genes come from... help me.