An Untitled Mess

Meet Obadiah Last night at work, I get a text from my parents: "Baby alpaca is here!"  Well, I just had to get up this morning and go see him.  He's just the cutest little thing ever. I sent Bumpers a text and gave her the news: "I'm a daddy!"  Her reply, "A daddy to what?"  Me, "To a baby, duh."  Her, "A baby, baby?"  Haha, I thought all babies were babies.  Learn something new every day. I spent a little while out there this morning and wasn't really able to get too close to him.  Both his momma and the other female were pretty wary about my presence and kept him at a safe distance.  I was able to get some good photos, albeit from a distance.  The ones I have posted now are from my cell phone so please forgive the shoddy quality.  Proper photos will soon follow and I'm sure my parents will have them up on Facebook, Twitter and on the Barnyard website. Just before I left the farm, Laura called me.  I was so th...

That's right, I'm not ashamed to admit it.  I'm in love.  I want to get on top of a mountain and shout it to the entire world!  I want to vandalize the side of a million year old rock in a national park.  I want to spray paint it on the side of a moving train or on an overpass.  I want to buy the rights to a star in the sky and name it after her.  I want to get extremely drunk and have her name tattooed onto a very private part of my body.  I love you Stacy! For those of you that regularly read this blog, all three of you, then you know that Stacy is a baby alpaca.  Bumpers sent me this cute photo of Stacy today to update me on how well she was doing.  Since I pretty much saved Stacy's life , Bumpers owes me at least that much.  My afternoon was pretty much wide open, so I asked if I could come see her.  She was hesitant because it wasn't my week to see Stacy...I have every third week of the month plus holidays and two weeks of su...

Here is a little something for Throw Back Thursday March 5, 2008 - Kodak Gold 200 film Asleep at the Spool I want to type tonight, I really do.  I've actually sat here for over an hour just thinking about whether or not I should type.  Being ignored by someone you adore is not easy.  Being called a Jack Hole is not easy.  That's what someone called me, and it stung.  Usually that would make me violently angry, but she didn't know what that meant so I shouldn't be angry about it.  But being hurt over it, that I can't help. Today, she ignored me.  No messages about blogging or asking me if I was going to type, she posted and didn't even say, no reply to the one text I sent her today of some brand new baby bunnies that were just born.  Complete silence.  Over what, because I upset her by parking in two spaces at work?  For apologizing about it?  Because she wrote something to sucker punch me knowing full well that I would rea...