Saturday, May 30, 2009

A horse is a horse...

Of course.  Of course.  
But when you use Mane 'n Tail
You might become one as well!

Hope your day is as voluminously full as mine! :D (Whinny)

Friday, May 29, 2009

He's Gradumacated!!

Boy oh Boy it's been quite a year!!  Today we celebrated the Dandy One at his kindergarten graduation in the park.  Not only did I enjoy my third free hot dog lunch of the week (quite an accidental accomplishment in itself), but I also got to see my babe receive his tiny little signed diploma saying that yes, in fact, he WAS at school all this time and hopefully learning things as well!  Huzzah Huzzah!!

Now,  even though I think it is silly to call the transition between kindergarten and first grade a "graduation" requiring Pomp and Circumstance or any other official procedure, I am so relieved that we've come this far with our sweet 'n' sour sauced little Dandy this year.  He's a corker, that boy!  A sauce dipped corker!

We'd known he would have challenges with school from his rough start in the world but we started him in a special therapeutic school midway through the year that helps him deal with his various issues and monitors his progress along the way for maximum success. 
Here's a video he's working on for his final thesis this year starring lovable furry old me.  I went all squishy last night when we watched it together because he kept pausing it to tell me he loved me.  Little Punky.  I heart my graduate!!!! XOXO :D

Saturday, May 23, 2009


Friday night we took the boys to the circus!!  Oh yes, and it was quite a sight to see.  Unfortunately, we were right by the speakers so it was even more a sound to hear!
Dandy, our sensory overload kid,  began to panic when the Ringmaster started in with his first of many "chance of a lifetime" deafening announcements, and immediately smacked his hands over his ears preparing to block out all surroundings.  I knew when I glanced back at him crumpled over his daddy and descending into the blank stare of self preservation, that I'd better get him engaged in the action of what was in front of him or he'd forever be terrified of striped vests and cotton candy. 

So I snagged my little 40 pounder and put him on my lap, clasping my hands into suction cups on both sides of his ears and that seemed to help his comfort level enough to take in the visuals.

And now on with the show!  They started right in with the big cats and up until I began squeezing Dandy's head in a vice grip, I had been happily filming tiny snippets of what I was seeing while they readied the animals.  Here's a peek at how close we were to the action.  

Oopsie.  I quietly turned off the camera and lowered it down whistling guiltily at this point. Jamey said later that he thought the announcer man was looking right at me while he mentioned that no digital cameras were allowed at all (Yes, excited lady stuck on the gum covered  bleacher end, that means you!!).  Who had anything else?  I wondered, looking around. Were we supposed to bring sketch pads and rapidly draw all of these "chance of  a lifetime" experiences they kept reminding us of. What year is this again? I did actually see the lion tamer using a Polaroid at one point and it made me wish I still had my early 80's version with the handle crank that brought forth the white magical square of captured time.  

Ahh, but I understood.  I just didn't think I was in a fancy enough experience to leave to the professionals to film.  But, for sure they don't want PETA in there with digital videos of those poor tired animals getting poked and prodded three hours a night.  No way, no how.

I did think about how they were treating their animals and I was keeping a close eye on the way the workers interacted with them and cracked the whips toward them.  I never care for that part of wild animal training.  I don't like how the giant cats look mad and ashamed when a lion tamer is making them maneuver over metal frames and each other for tiny chunks of meat.  Something about that seems so wrong.  At the same time though it is fascinating to watch and I had happily paid to see it all myself.  

I was worried for a particular doggie entertainer though.  He was wearing a plush elephant suit and walking around like a wind up toy.  It was one of the cutest things I've seen in a while, naturally, but the little poochkie had to have been burning up in that extra fur suit!  It didn't help that he was acting like he was collapsing over and over for the clown who had repeatedly wound him up with a huge foil looking cardboard key. It just went on way too long for my comfort levels knowing I myself (who since jr.high has had very little body hair) was practically sweating pools from the heat in that place while this elephant dog was blindly running around and then collapsing over and over  for crowds of shouting people's amusement.  

But then the clown "revived" him finally and in one swift move had the costume off  the scotty type dog, who then proceeded to  bolt around the ring with the hi-pro glow of a champion- totally proud of his toylike performance!  

I don't know what to think about any of that.  I was mostly just so relieved that I myself wouldn't have to grow old wearing a sequined leotard and slogging through elephant dung most nights of the week.  I mean there is just no way I am cut out for  that stuff! We could see three generations of circus entertainers out there doing what they've always done with their lives and it really seemed so so... tiring and unglamorous. 

Yet, it was good old fashioned entertainment in every sense of the word.  The boys had a great time and even Jamey thanked me for making him go (hee hee).  It was indeed a marvel of stunts and folly that only the Greatest Show On Earth is capable of. One might even go so far as to call it a chance of a lifetime.  

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Because I've been MIA from my blog...

I'll post a photo of  young Ratchet who played the part of a hippie in his fifth grade program last Thursday.  That will at least change the scene until I manage to get back to business in my land.   "To everything... turn turn turn.  There is a season...turn turn turn." I should have had him turn turn turn his hand around so that he's not flipping people off British-style.  Sorry about that Lynn and Dive.  I promise you he comes in peace.