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Saturday, March 31, 2012

PORTRAIT OF A STORM OF SWIRLY SCRUMPTIOUSNESS

 
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Just Can't Stop M'Self!

Mom here making a rare appearance to
confess that I find Bhindi a beautiful
subject for artistic interpretation with
my camera because of his swirly good
natured patience and sumptuous, subtle hues.
That's it. Just loves my boy!
He adores being loved so much he still rolls over
and grabs your finger with one back foot then
purrs and stretches until you rub his belly in
exactly the right spot until he can't stand it
anymore and he squeaks, popcorns away into
the other side of his cage before running back
in for more! Even if it means having his picture
taken ad nauseum...all the swirls, already the
size of a rabbit and still growing (everywhere) 
but a beautiful, good-natured, thickly-swirled
abby who just can't get enough love, runabouts,
chewing on his bars to get into YumYum's cage
to challenge him for alpha make positon of the
herd, and general mayhem maker since it was
discovered he possesses EXTRAORDINARY
jumping abilities!
Bedtime for all.
Love you.
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THE WAY THINGS WERE

 
 
 
WE LOVE eating breakfast together although
YumYum eats faster than we do and Bhindi
insists he eats from inside his cuddle-tunnel
so all you can see is the tip of his snout and 
the sprouts but I'm a full-on piglet unafraid to
nom-nom-nom in the corner of my habitat near
Bhindi or YumYum or both of them just so I'm
not alone...soon art stuff gonna move in on our
space so I'm showing ya just a piggie's snippet 
cuz we got the WHOLE LIVING ROOM to
ourselves and our habitats all have doors that 
open into ramps that mom covers with snuggly
stuff so we can run in and out of our cages for
food and water during our runabouts and when
we get tired although the only one who fell asleep
ever was YumYum and he did that outside his
cage so mom ever-so-gently placed him inside 
his sleep-sack and we LURVES WHAT WE GOT
and if art takes away ONE SQUARE INCH OF IT
AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE NEW
FLEECE MOM JUST GOT FOR THE FLOOR
REAL THICK AND SOFT AND YELLOW 
AND WITH FLOWERS AND PRETTY...
well, "PERFORMANCE ART" HERE WE COME!
love,
VinnyGuinea,
the "good" one


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A BWANE IS A TEWWIBLE THANG TO WASTE

 
Bhindi here reporting from the...place we
only speak of in hushed, whispered tones.
Uh, y'know when mom (or we) put that 
thing on so when you email us it says
"out of order, back soon" (but who knows,
really?) well, this is mom's bwain. 
she got a new art idea so now she hauling
all her art stuff from her bedroom out into
OUR RUNABOUT and we doesn't like it!
but it called...OH, RIGHT...
"Torn, But Not Broken" and she blogged
and she blogged and she blogged all about
it before taking three long blog posts off
before Ms. A told her anyone could still
read and see them in Google something
so we are going to reinstate them below
wherever they were so you will understand
what the colors in her head are up to.


THANK YOU, MARIFUN.
NOW ABOUT THE "FIRST FRIDAY ARTWALK...?"

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FAIRY'S SECRET "BACK-UP" POSSE REVEALED?

 
So, mebbe Fairy got a widdle posse
to back up her round-up of those 
pesky "outlaw meece"?
And dear Fairy, when your friend 
here says "Legally" exactly how
legal? Like, legal enough to eat
your mum's marmalade and sip
espresso with Mexican cinnamon
and chocolate in it, which is how 
they drink it South o' the border,
in...Wales....Scotland.
IRELAND?
JUST EXACTLY WHERE IS
THAT GIANT SHOVEL?!
(Rupert Murdoch wants to know.)


{Investigative journalism and photo courtesy of
Marifun used with permission of "MarifunKnowsNetwork"
no rights reserved except right to keep making us laugh.}
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!



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FAIRY CATCHES MEERI-BUNNY RUSTLERS RED-HANDED!

 
AH, SPRING IN BAVARIA!
NOTHING LIKE IT ANYWHERE
EXCEPT IN FAIRY'S OWN
MAGIC GARDEN...
WHAT? WHAT'S THAT WE SEE?
RUSTLERS? RUSTLERS TIED UP?
FAIRY HAS CAUGHT RUSTLERS?!

 
SURE AS SHOOTIN' SHE HAS!
IF IT'S SPRING, IT'S GOT TO BE
BUNNIES AND MEERI-BOY AND
HIS BEAUTIFUL HAREM OF LOVELIES
IN BAVARIA! AWE, DON'T YA JUST
WANNA...
CUZ WE. SORTA. KINDA. KNOW.
HOW. RUSTLERS. MIGHT.
WELL, WHO WOULDN'T WANNA CUDDLE 
AND SCRITCHY-SCRATCH 
(ESPECIALLY MEERI-BOY)
AND IT'S NO WONDER THEY HAD
TO HIRE A COW-GAL-PAL LIKE FAIRY
TO GUARD THE MEERI-BUNNY HERD
FROM FOLKS LIKE THEMS MEECES!
IT'S JUST ALL TOO MUCH,
SPRING IS.
TOO MUCH CUTENESS, TOO MUCH
SWEETNESS: TOO LOVERLY NOT
TO WANT TO HOLD EVERY ONE OF THEM SO CLOSE YOU FEEL AS ONE;  TO SMELL AND PET, TO STROKE AND SNUGGLE, JUST...
MAYBE RUSTLE ONE. JUST ONE.
OR 2...
QUITE POSSIBLY 3?
4, IS THAT ASKING SO MUCH?
7? IS SEVEN REALLY THAT BIG A DEAL?
THEN RUSTLE US CUZ WE WANTz YOU ALL!


{Pics of Fairy by Fairy Family and Pics of Meeris and
Bunnies by Bavarian Meeri and Bunny Family.
All used expressly without permission.
'scuse us.}


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Friday, March 30, 2012

HELP, MOM'S TALKING 'BOUT ART AGAIN! YUM-YUM, PLEASE!!!!

 
YumYum, this isn't fair, I just wanted to ask her one simple
question about noticeable changes in our landscape which just
got re-fleeced with such thick, plush, colorful, fun to run-across
fabric, and then mom started spewing about life, and John Lennon
and art and she won't stop and I can't make her...I'll pay anyone
$100 in organic produce to keep all for yourself if you know
how to get "The Daily Show" on her computer to get her to shut
the pie-hole cuz he makes her laugh and then she'll...ya know,
BE QUIET ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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SAMPLE SHIELD PART...FROM A PREVIOUS TEARING

 
This is a piece (yes, I have posted it before)
 made almost entirely from
detritus harvested from the forest floor following
one of our many famous Wind-I-Canes so nothing
was pulled from any living plant or tree in its creation.
The new art pieces will be using similar materials
but include drawings and be long, resemble Native
American shields, be extremely primitive and primal
to represent the deepest human emotions which 
simply cannot be expressed (for me) any other way.
It includes the delicate paper harvested from a wasp's
nest and sticks, stones, an armadillo, hummingbird,
dreams had and dreams crushed, wrapped parchment
with mysteries kept secret and a New Journey about
to begin After The Storm of a very difficult bout of
illness had occurred where we lived by the pond, woods,
waterfalls, salmon stream, and eagle's nest before 
moving into town. The shields will be tactile,
touchable, and scream but in a beautiful way as if 
someone could put grief and loss into a musical score
that ended in a NEW BEGINNING WITH 
ACCEPTANCE AND INNER PEACE.
love you all.


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TORN BUT NOT BROKEN

 
VinneyGuinea here for the first time learning about how
life influences art and art heals life.
YumYum seen it all so I asked him to explain why
so much of our new real estate now under "development"
and he said "Go to the developer and see if she
has a permit." So I did. "Mom," I says to her, "You got
a permit to be movin' all this stuff from your bedroom
into our living room? We finally got things just so now you
kinda messin' wid it and Bhindi and YumYum wanna 
know why so they sent me to find out whatUp?"
Then she shared a quote by John Lennon:
"Life is what happens when you are busy making
other plans."
She said every so often she would become super ill
and lose more (what her visiting nurse called "Vertical")
 Square Feet then replace it
with Horizontal Square Feet in the form of art.
It was a technique she learned from the art therapist 
she saw back when Edwin had cancer.
She discovered how healing it was just to touch
things, not draw them, but to touch and glue-gun
and squeeze, sew, and play with very raw, natural
things she found in nature to represent a
primordial Silent Scream of Grief inside that 
otherwise had no other "civilized" way out. 
Yesterday she had to organize cards again 
because - yup! - already coming up on First 
Friday Art Walk- and SO MANY photographs
reminded her of...what all came flooding back, 
especially the ones she never even had a 
chance to say good-bye and "I love you" to...


AND SHE COULDN'T STAND IT.
AND SHE WANTED A CHAIN SAW.


AFTER THAT SHE STARTED HAULING EVERTHING
THAT HAD BEEN IN THE BEDROOM (CUZ IT BLOCKED
THE HEAT VENTS ONCE WINTER CAME) AND SCREW THE CARDS, SHE SAID, SHE WAS GOING TO START AN 
ENTIRE SET OF SHIELDS CALLED:


"TORN BUT NOT BROKEN"


and just make the most popular cards because she's glad 
they sell but they don't represent how she feels now.
(truth is, the ones of Calvin and MacNutPie sell best
but making them hurts too much, that's the real truth.) 


I asked if it meant no more runabouts for us?
She said she'd make a way for us to have it all
and if we chewed stuff it would only lend a stamp
of "authenticity" and she'd even call it "performance art" 
and charge more for our contribution but could we 
please refrain from peeing and poo-poo-ing on it?
I said that, on behalf of all three of us, we would refrain.
(OF COURSE WE WON'T BUT, 
HEY, WE'RE GUINEA PIGS, NOT PICASSOS!
That's a funny word, isn't it? PICASSOS, PICASSOS!)
Mom can't think, drive, find anything, count money,
can't hardly type, falls and crashes all over the place, just today
her walker, full of groceries on the seat, fell into a pothole -
along with a bag of groceries and then mom flying across it -
she drops what she's holding all over the place, looks out the window, then has SO MUCH FUN PLAYING with us and
keeping up with her friends on our blog. Even her friends
in India are reading it and one is watching a live owl cam
with her son and got so excited she emailed mom in Hindi,
she was so excited about...mmm, er....we have absolutely
no idea!
~
A former (we thought) friend, back when things 
were the worst with the herd dying and mom's emergency hospitalizations and the medical contraindications still undiagnosed contacted mom but instead of asking how she was or what was going on, or could the friend help in any way stunned us all with one email: "You are too broken to be my friend, I already have 2 broken people in my life and I don't need any more, do not contact me again. Ever."
SERIOUSLY.
Didn't know about hospital. Never asked.
Didn't know about our beloved guinea pigs dying. Never asked.
Didn't know how close mom came to dying. Never asked.
Just: You sound pretty busted up, get outta my life, I don't
do "busted up." 
?
?
?
Mom sick on the outside but she ain't touched by
no bullying on the inside. She kinda gets all
"Dirty Harry" like when he says "Feelin' lucky, punk?"
She even trained in martial arts a long time with Bruce
Lee's first student and best friend in Seattle, Jesse
Glover, for real! With knives and sticks, cuz Bruce
was little so he was all about pre-emptive strikes being
lethal. But now mom all peace-peace, gotta put Bruce 
and Dirty Harry on the back burner. (Chain saw!?!)
Ex-"Friend" inspired these new shields mom gonna make:
in hopes of speaking tru"power" to the BEAUTIFUL ONES
who promote cruelty and prejudice against
we broken ones, human, animal,
fish, whale, harp seal, guinea pig, dormouse,
dolphin, or bird with broken wing: we all have a 
choice: to turn our backs on one another or lean
down, pick one another up, hold our 
brothers and sisters, love each other as our very own, compassionately, without rewards or recognition, simply
because that is the most humane part of being human. 
 WE is beautiful just the way we are! 
Today when mom fell in the pothole, a fancy car was coming
and she thought it was going to run over her. When it stopped
she thought it was going to help pick her up but it turned 
around and drove away. Coming towards her was a raggedy,
homeless, soaking wet, man with one eye and one hand.
HE HELPED HER! TRUE. 
~
To all broken ones suffering in the Silent Unloved,
these shields are dedicated.


To all broken ones whose wings get fixed
and then take flight to seek like-hearted 
souls also in need of fixing...
these shields are dedicated.


The pretty person said broken is too ugly to be in it's life.
The one-eyed, one-handed person reached out that one
hand to help mom up and pick up all her groceries,
pick up her walker, and make sure she could walk
home. He didn't have much but he had his humanity.
He will never know it, but he will also have his own shield.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Thank You, Ingrid, Helmut, and your Merry Band of Meeris, For Spring!

 
Thank you for Spring from Bavaria!
We'll be taking a short break for 
our winter windstorm, some rest,
and to watch the world blow
by our window...
with dreams of daisies and
daffodils dancing about!
Love you ALL!

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RESTING...AFTER A HARD DAY'S PLAY!

 
^^^PRESS PIC TO ENLARGE A RARE SCENE.
VINNY-GUINEA ACTUALLY WORE HIMSELF
~OUT!~
BHINDI: "VinnyGuinea wore me out, too: Phew!
G'night, mates around the world, we love you...
DREAM OF DAISIES AND DAFFODILS...
WE WILL BE!"

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PLEASE BLESS US FOR WE HAVE SIN-BUGGED OUR FRAPPUCCINOS

 
It's mom's fault. We're having another wind-i-cane
and the wind blew her right into the air. She grabbed
her walker and it blew that right into the air!
Fortunately, a neighbor rushed over. 
We might lose power tonight.
St. Francis, forgive us, because whenever we
have wind-i-canes mom watches the local
news from Seattle because if they predict 60 mph 
winds there, we get 90 mph winds up north!
So, she watched the news on our computer and 
learned the ghoulishly tragic truth we posted 
below our 
CONFESSION.


 
"Psssssssst, Bhindi, did you hear what they
said about the frappuccinos being made out
of pretty pink bugs from South America; how they use 
their crunchy formerly-lovers-of-life-now-dead-carcasses as food dye to color frappaccinnos for people who Drink Pink?
And we's VegeBearians?! So nows we's sinners,
BIG TIME, BHINDI! IF WE DRINKED-PINK
WE DUNKED-JUNK! WHAT TO DO?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA TO DO?"


 
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I's A PINK-DRINKER,
VINNY-GUINEA? I LOOK LIKE A PINK-DRINKER 
TO YOU? SERIOUSLY."
VINNY-GUINEA: "Still, we betta meet at the St. Francis Cafe
and get absolution, Bhindi, just in case."


Bhindi: "What if the Absolution is PINK?"
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"


P.S. mom not feeling well again so emails may take 
awhile to return but we loveS you!
Please do not enclose them in pink envelopes.
Thank you.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

All By Myself...Don't Wanna Be...

 
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bridget jones's diary - all by myself - YouTube

bridget jones's diary - all by myself - YouTube

"Vinny's Theme"

"IN SURVEILLANCE WE TRUST"

t 
THIS gonna be good, mom leaving both
cage doors OPEN at one time! We all 
loves her but she got !@@$%^% for brains...

 
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA? 
MY CAGE DOOR...
IT'S OPEN?
WHAT EVAH COULD THAT MEAN?



WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA, 
SO WAS MINE! GONNA GET YOU, VINNY,
YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT RAT AND YOU
SMELL LIKE ONE, TOO!


 
HEE-HEE, VinnyGuinea's favorite Runabout Bed
gonna have my very special Bhindi-fragrance in-it
NOW! (hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee, nasty!!!!)

 
There was a song from movie "Bridget Jones' Diary"
wasn't there? when Rene Zellshenschwegger
sang "All By My-Seeeeeelf, Don't Wanna Be..."
That's how a little piggieschwegger can feel, too.
But didn't mom get cool fleece for Runabout floor?
Now she can't see our poohs to clean it.
(EVERYONE LAUGHING: "AS IF SHE
EVAH
CLEAN IT ANYWAY!!!!")

 
Hey, be nice, she all by herself, too.
'Cept for us. We at least eat 'em to help her.

 
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
WHO BEEN IN MY FAVE-O-FAVE
RUNABOUT DUCCLE-CUP THAT
I SO UPSET I CAN'T EVEN SAY
CUPPLE-DUCK? WHO PEED AND
POOPED IT? HELP!
AUNT CONNIE PIE? HELP!
MOM AIN'T WATCHING THE CHICKEN
COOP AND BAD THINGS HAPPENING
TO YOUR LIL'VINNY, YOU NEEDZ
TO COME OUT HERE AND SLAP MOM!
KNOW IT WAS BHINDI-BALLS.
YEAH, YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.
I SAID IT. GET USED TO IT:
BHINDI-BALLS*BHINDI-BALLS!
DRAGS 'EM AROUND IS WHY HE
CAN'T CATCH ME IS WHY!
DEM STUPID THINGS, JUST CUZ I
AIN'T GOT 'EM DON'T MEAN NUTTIN'
TO NOOOOO-BODY! I FAST, I STEALTHY,
ONE MINUTE YOU DON'T KNOW I'M THERE,
SUDDENLY I SURFACE WITH THE STEALTH OF A SUBMARINE!
BHINDI CAN'T DO THAT, JUST DRAGGIN'
AROUND HIS...Y'KNOW, FOR HIS BIRTHDAY
SOMEBODY OUGHTTA GET HIM LITTLE
SACKS LIKE ROBIN HOOD PEOPLE WOULD
WEAR, A CODDLE PIECE THING? LIKE
HE GONNA CATCH ME, THE GOON!


 
Fine, just a little "redecorating" and I'll be 
on my way. Oooooh, yeah, that's more like it!

 
I planned to enjoy "Cavy Afternoon"
But this here more drama than even I,
resident, swaggering Pirate Chief Ahoy
am accustomed to!

 
O.K. Just needed to go home and regroup.
SQUEEEEEEE! and out the door again!

 
 
 
Oh, Vinny, my cage door closed "by accident"
would you mind opening it for me again while
you're passing by?

 
no?

{Blog Post dedicated to VinnyGuinea's 
Godmother, AuntKookaPie}
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Vinny Has a Story...


 
May I tell you what happened today?
Twasn't fair, none of it...
Yes, you may cry for me, Argentina.
I am going to bed now.
Sweet dreams.
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THE "INCIDENT"

 
Today there was an "incident" and it was mom's fault, not mine.
Not even Bhindi's, really. O.K. it was mom and Bhindi's. Not mine.
Mom lets us out now by simply opening the ramp door at the end of our cool, new "habitats" which she covered with a cushioned walkway so we can run in and out of our own cages while playing, exploring, scooting, scurrying, and racing about the apartment, which mom  piggy-proofed except for her antique drafting table from the thrift shop made of wood and we chew and chew on it, as it has been chewed on by every cavy who has resided within the bastion of PandasPigSanctuary. But this is the first time mom let me and Bhindi out together with both our cage doors open.
Need I say more? I ran into his cage and tore it up,
PEED & POOPED, TOO, YA GOTTA if you a real boy!
Meanwhile, Bhindi ran into my cage and tore it up.
When I ran back into my cage for some water and a brief 
rest and discovered what heinous crimes had been committed
(never mind that I had already done them to him!) I came
out like Dirty Harry LOCKED AND LOADED and he had
also discovered that I had been in his cage tearing HIS THINGS
up, so HE CAME OUT LOCKED AND LOADED so even mom's
"shepherding spatula" that she uses to break us up was no match for "Revenge of the Cage Wheekers!"
Further, I have never done this before, but mom told CD3 on the phone that I went over to all the "common" cuddle cups and toys 
on the floor and was STOMPING ON THEM AND THAT SHE
HAS PICTURES TO PROVE IT!
So what if I did? It felt right, I am a muse...following the 
"Inner Vinny" and my "Inner Vinny" said STOMP, TEAR,
RIP, SHRED, EAT, PEE AND POO ON...MAKE MY WAY
IN THE WORLD, MAKE SURE THE WORLD KNOWS 
I MAY BE SMALL, BUT - AND MAKE NO MISTAKE,
WORLD, VINNY-GUINEA IS HERE TO STAY!
We made a big mess.
Later, Bhindi was choking on something and mom
had to pick him up to see if she could help him and let him run
around again and he got to do a re-pee of all the places I had
already done a three-pee! And YumYum never even got a
Runabout today!


SPRING FEVER AND WE NEEDZ US SOME WIMMIN!
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT.
love,
wee Vinny-Guinea
the Innocent
thank you. 

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