Monday, August 27, 2007

Inspiration for Dark Garden...

Mushroom babies
Originally uploaded by Sisiggy

...who is so inspired by 'Shrooms.

They rather remind me of these.
( it was goblins, not gnomes...)

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Fungus, Pt. 2

Dark Garden has been indulging in some 'shrooms over at the Realm. Don't drink anything, and certainly nothing carbonated.

A fungus among us

So there I was, doing the dishes, minding my own business when I look up and there, in my plain old African Violet sitting placidly on the windowsill:


Big, yellow 'shroom!

There it was, hanging grotesquely over the edge of the pot.

"Is it edible?" Dirtman wondered out loud.

I consider that perhaps it will make me taller, like in Alice in Wonderland.

"Probably not, but it may make you think you are," Heir 1 suggested. "Can I try it and find out?"

"NO!" Dirtman and I scream in unison.

"I was only kidding," Heir 1 said, walking away and shaking his head like he really should be devoting more time toward finding us a good, clean nursing home.

I decided to go online to find out what, exactly, had infiltrated my innocent houseplant and if it will one night consume us all.

Turns out I have one of these. Nothing exotic. Like the birds at my birdfeeder ("typical feeder bird...), even my fungus is mundane.

The only question left is: Which one left the spores?

Incidently: new puppy photos over on Flickr. Link is on the right, so you don't have to bother reading my blather anymore if you only love me for my puppy photos...

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Just our opinion, of course...

Heir 2 and I were watching CNN this afternoon and the announcer started talking about Michael Vick announcing his guilty plea and that the NFL is still considering what to do about it (i.e., “Will we make more money if we allow Vick to play before and after serving time, or will we lose money if we tick people off?”)

Me: (dully) Way to go, NFL. Nothing like a definite ethical stance.

Heir 2: They’re saying he’ll probably get more than the minimum jail time.

Me: Really?

Heir 2: But, since he’s so young, when he gets out he’ll still be in condition to play.

Me: He won’t need to. He’ll write a book about how jail has changed him and go on Oprah.

Heir 2: Mom, this is Michael Vick. He can't write...a book.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Poopies -- er--Puppies, I mean

New puppy photos on Flicker.

Ya know how when babies are born, their poop is not so bad and then, all of a sudden, they become really disgusting? Usually this happens when they stop nursing.

Well, it's happened to the puppies. We're starting to wean them and they're becoming little poop factories. Oh, they play a little. But mostly they poop and sleep.

Like babies -- only cuter. Babies are cute for about 20 minutes when they turn 2. Then they wake up and it's all over.

So, if this seems rushed, it is. I've got a 10 minute window and then it's back to changing the puppy pen paper.

Well, I'll look on the bright side. At least they'll never get a driver's license like Heir 2 will this Thursday...

Thursday, August 16, 2007

I humbly submit, for those who are interested...

My new blog, for the less sarcastic side of me:

I won't bother you with it anymore, if this is not your cup of tea.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Lately, only the animals around here have a life...

This is Whiskers doing the only thing she does during the day other than sleep.

Whiskers is under the impression that there is nothing in the back yard but a swirling blur of white and green. She will sit and watch out “the window” for hours. Since there doesn’t seem to be anything going on back there, she is content to stay in the house.

Little does she know that right outside “the window” she is supposedly looking out of, are birds. Lots and lots of them and they’re all slow and sluggish because we feed them well. They are so slow and sluggish we’ve had to teach Topper not to pounce on them. He thinks he’s playing with them, but ends up stunning them so that the terriers, who have vastly more sinister culinary plans for them, can move in for the kill.

But Whiskers is oblivious to all of this. She sits and stares out into the fog waiting for…something only the feline brain can fathom.

In the meantime, enjoy some gratuitous puppy photos:

Abby and Hokie

Ringo and Abby


Ringo and Hokie