Just For Laughs

If anybody out there can translate. Apparently she saw someone sleeping. But the laughter is contagious anyway.

Weeds

So I'll save you the trouble of youtubing "weeds'. This is what you get! Actually this is a pretty good depiction of what my life is NOT--nor my neighborhood. Let me also put something else to rest in your mind--YES, I am Weed Champion of the Universe! It was between me and a Mongolian monk, but he conceded to me when it was readily apparent that even HE was out of his league. The deciding score that put me over the top was a weed I pulled that had a small Chinese child attached to the other end. I'm going to Stockholm for my prize next week (if I can get away). I hope it's a back brace.

"How Does She Know That You Love Her?"

For our 11th anniversary Paco began construction on my English garden. THAT'S HOW I KNOW!!! The rest of the story is that on Saturday he was adding more picket fence and sliced his thumb on the saw! An ER visit and TEN stitches later, that project has been tabled! Watch this blog for more pics as progress is made.

Wow...

Why did this make me emotional???

Hold the Phone!!

We've had so many inquiries about our little mother-to-be, Dalai. Paco and I redefine the word "novice" when it comes to all we know about llamas! We both thought we heard that the baby would come in May. As you know, it's now mid-June! I called the woman from whom the llamas originated. (She was not the owner, just the middleman, mind you.) Drum roll....please. The due date is LATE JULY!!!! She said the gestation period is 11 months, AND a breeding was witnessed last August! That's all the details I have on THAT, so I don't want my comment box flooded. OK? Now that makes more sense! We were so disappointed and had begun telling all you inquiring minds that it must have been a false alarm and to stop knitting booties! So stick with us for another six weeks. Apparently the only sign that a llama is pregnant is a cria (look at me dropping llama words...) on the ground! Also, it's probably time to forewarn you that we can't touch the baby for 6 months! If you do (especially a male) the mother will go "beserk"--that's the technical term and it means exactly what you thought it meant! I guess we'll have to make some sort of sign to put up in the nursery...The rest of the story is that we have multiple family reunions scheduled here at Rancho Llamacita beginning--you guessed it--the end of July.
A Teaser...

Paco's On Deck!

The Coolest Thing I Ever Owned and What Happened to It

This may be a random jump back into blogging after my two week vacation (more to follow on that), but I've been grieving lately inexplicably for a relic from my past. Perhaps I need to purge to exorcise that demon. You all know the feeling. You've lost something, and you can't stop obsessing about it. Right? Well, in my case, this something is a WWII cowhide Swiss Army backpack. A good friend Shirlene who was serving as a missionary in Switzerland sent it to me at what I'm sure was great financial sacrifice. I was a junior in college at the time. You can imagine my delight to receive a large mysterious box all the way from Europe. Multiply that delight by 1,000,000 when I took out a cowhide army backpack!!!!! TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL!!!! It was box-shaped and had two flaps--no buckles. And all in this soft furry cowskin hide stuff! Having been up close and personal with Swiss cows since, I am touched by the sacrifice of one such languid-eyed bell-necked beast making the ultimate sacrifice for that backpack! AS it turned out the thing was heavy (duh), so I never really put it to practical use. However, Chris (my former spouse) glomped onto it with gusto and carried it all over Indiana University. He achieved a bit of a following and was the envy of all. It held his music books and was remarkably waterproof. Now we get to the sticky part. What happened to it...? Therein lies my pain. I don't know!!!!!!! Lots of things disappeared during the "Dark Ages"--a really smashing stock pot, my paperdoll collection, a dynamite leather jacket. That whole period was a series of stuff shuffling, and it makes me sick to think about it. If I ever see it on the street, I'll recognize it immediately--one of a kind. I'm forewarning the world that I will NOT--I repeat WILL NOT be responsible for my primitive reaction at that point. I searched for it in Google Images in vain. So what was the coolest thing you ever had and what happened to it?