...."Go Seahawks !!!!"......Seems that's pretty much what everyone is saying, excuse me...have been saying for the past few weeks. Forget National news, international affairs and disasters. Forget floods, famine, pestilence and the Polar Vortex, the Seahawks are going to the Superbowl. While seemingly the entire North West was parked in front of a television with pantry's stacked high with beer, chips (crisps) and onion dip ( I know because I wanted onion dip makings and it was cleaned out and the Costco car park was dangerous with customers trolleys stacked high with party necessities) I was washing Mr. Coopers butt. Yes, I am serious ! As the 12th man was creating seismic reactions, as the earth moved, I was standing with a moist baby wipe looking under Mr. Cooper's tail. The older bay gelding has over the past few days taken to scratching his big brown bottom which has resulted in him scratching the skin off. I have (in my other life) cleaned multiple little pink bottoms...but never before used a baby wipe to clean under a clamped down black tail...clearly Mr. Cooper was enjoying the experience just as much as me. Please get better soon Cooper !
It was the Burn's Night celebration for the Fort Nisqually volunteers on Friday night. As we had supplied the most essential components for the HAGGIS, we were invited to join in the party .... share the evening's entertainment and partake of the famous/infamous Scottish delicacy. By 6pm the ranchers were scrubbed up, made up and dressed up enough to be heading down the highway to the event, complete with pearl choker (glue still wet), ringlets and bloomers. It was a great night, the food was amazing and the company even better than that..thank you Fort Nisqually for including us in your Burn's night, we had SO much fun ! Unsurprisingly I had my own little crisis during the evening....Initially I managed to get lost just going to the Ladies Room. Fortunately an observant employee noticed a ringlet headed period clothed stranger heading aimlessly through the complex and pointed me in the right direction ( before it was too late !) but, having got where I wanted to go.....I forgot the extra item of clothing that I was wearing, the one out of sight under my green taffeta dress. I neglected to re-hoist the white cotton, lace trimmed bloomers in my rush to find my way back to the party before the party ended ! As I scurried back over glassy tiles I gathered that something was not right....in truth, something was very wrong. My white, lace trimmed bloomers were around my knees and clearly threatening to be in a pool around my black booted feet. It was fortunate that our seats were not in the center of the room and I was thankful that all eyes were on the stage as I shifted and shuffled surreptitiously in my chair attempting to correct my state of undress Fortunately, all was well before the raffle was drawn and we had won the first prize....I gave silent thanks as I stood up to collect my winnings and the offending bloomers didn't puddle on the floor.
Just a quick note...for our despondent EGG customers....the hutch is back up and our new young chickens are starting to lay. Eggs are still the same $3.50...practice eggs, little perfect white eggs from our young White Leghorns are starting to appear in the nest boxes and are $2 a dozen ! Please find us again....I'm getting tired of eating eggs !
Time to go, the cuckoo clock has spoken. Take care, keep safe, M
It was the Burn's Night celebration for the Fort Nisqually volunteers on Friday night. As we had supplied the most essential components for the HAGGIS, we were invited to join in the party .... share the evening's entertainment and partake of the famous/infamous Scottish delicacy. By 6pm the ranchers were scrubbed up, made up and dressed up enough to be heading down the highway to the event, complete with pearl choker (glue still wet), ringlets and bloomers. It was a great night, the food was amazing and the company even better than that..thank you Fort Nisqually for including us in your Burn's night, we had SO much fun ! Unsurprisingly I had my own little crisis during the evening....Initially I managed to get lost just going to the Ladies Room. Fortunately an observant employee noticed a ringlet headed period clothed stranger heading aimlessly through the complex and pointed me in the right direction ( before it was too late !) but, having got where I wanted to go.....I forgot the extra item of clothing that I was wearing, the one out of sight under my green taffeta dress. I neglected to re-hoist the white cotton, lace trimmed bloomers in my rush to find my way back to the party before the party ended ! As I scurried back over glassy tiles I gathered that something was not right....in truth, something was very wrong. My white, lace trimmed bloomers were around my knees and clearly threatening to be in a pool around my black booted feet. It was fortunate that our seats were not in the center of the room and I was thankful that all eyes were on the stage as I shifted and shuffled surreptitiously in my chair attempting to correct my state of undress Fortunately, all was well before the raffle was drawn and we had won the first prize....I gave silent thanks as I stood up to collect my winnings and the offending bloomers didn't puddle on the floor.
Just a quick note...for our despondent EGG customers....the hutch is back up and our new young chickens are starting to lay. Eggs are still the same $3.50...practice eggs, little perfect white eggs from our young White Leghorns are starting to appear in the nest boxes and are $2 a dozen ! Please find us again....I'm getting tired of eating eggs !
Time to go, the cuckoo clock has spoken. Take care, keep safe, M
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