Have you seen the way Bhindi "trains" ma?
Somebody told him all he needs is a nice
shark's tail on his weeny-wagger rear end
and the rest is Badda-Bing\Badda-Boom:
Gold Medal! Is that true?
Cuz I so little yet trains so hard, ma, and...
just LOOK at him below!
It shames our Tribe, ma. It shames us.
"WHAT? You gotta problem wid dis? Fugettabout it!"
EVERYBODY'S talking about us now,
even though we're a secret, about us being
stuffed into Daniel Craig's 007 Royale
Parachute Jumpsuit to open the 2012
OLYMPIGS IN LONDON so mom's
having us train with soft material and
tumbling and encouraging us to
"Do your best and make mummy proud
and leave mummy's email, telephone number,
photograph (pre-sewing shears haircut) home
address, P.O. Box, etc. in the pocket after,
please and thank you very much!
So LET THE TRAINING BEGIN!
MISSION: To fetch, roll, and tumble!
Whadda-Whadda-Whadda
wid dis thing anyway?!
Mom said never to give up...
Grrrrrrrr.........mmmmmmmm....
OOMPA!OOMPA!OOMPA!
ZZZZZZZZMMMMPHHH!
IS IT ROLL AND TUMBLE
OR TUMBLE AND ROLL
OR EAT THEN MINGLE
OR DRINK ESPRESSO
AND EAT POO
OR (well, the poo gotta mind
o'it's own when i get tumbled...)
Whaddya mean "NO EATING
POO IN FRONT OF THE QUEEN?"
SERIOUSLY!
DID-IT! DID-IT! DID-IT!
Mom, know ya got a migraine
and everything is blurry especially
me but no way i'm gonna do this
widdout pooin' so...er...is the
Queen really gonna be there?
(We may have a problem.)
Is it morning yet?
Must be, our little Olympian is already at
work, training for his Yoga competition.
Yup, they're gonna have Yoga as a sport
in London and Vinny's trying out...
but he has ulterior motives and we all
know what they are.
Coach Mom has me on a strict athletic
diet so I can stretch, strenthen, and defy
the laws of gravity with gravitas, dazzling
fans from all over the world, especially
my little Fairy!
SIGH...
OOPS, MOM WANTS ME
TO FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS!
My black foot is my "lucky one" and
I CAN already HOP ATOP MY
TWO-DOOR "BIG BEN CASTLE TURRET"
WITH EASE AND MOM LEAVES HAY
AS A REWARD FOR MY EFFORTS!
WELL, I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT THE
GUINEA PIG FORMERLY KNOWN AS
LITTLE VINNY-GUINEA CAN NOW REACH
THE TIP TOP OF HIS CAGE! TONIGHT HE
EVEN SCRAMBLED INTO A SQUARE FERRET
HOUSE MOM HAD HANGING UP BY YUM-YUM'S
HOUSE DRYING OUT BECAUSE IT'S WHERE
YUM-YUM SLEEPS AND IF YOU CLIMB, YOU
MIGHT THINK OF IT LIKE A BIVY-SACK, WELL
SHE WAS MEDITATING AND HEARD A LOUD
RUCKOUS ONLY TO FIND VINNY HAVING
ACTUALLY LEPT INTO THE FERRET HOUSE
TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET FROM
THERE TO POLE-VAULTED THE REST OF
THE HEIGHT SCRAMBLING WILDLY INTO
YUM-YUM'S CAGE!
IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME...
(UNTIL MOM HAS TO GET A TOP FOR VINNY'S
CAGE) WHICH SEEMS A POOR REWARD
FOR SUCH DEDICATED EFFORTS JUST TO
REUNITE
AND GO HOME TO HIS PRECIOUS FRIEND,
YUM-YUM. HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYONE
MORE DETERMINED JUST TO GO BACK
HOME
AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER
WITH THE FIRST FRIEND HE EVER HAD?
VINNY-GUINEA DESERVES BETTER.
BUT IT'S ALL UP TO YUM-YUM...HE
SURVIVED LOSING CALVIN, BUT NOT
THE REST.
LET'S HOPE BEING A YOGI IN THE OLYPIGS,
FLYING INTO THE STADIUM IN THE POCKETS
OF 007'S FLIGHT SUIT WITH FAIRY, AND AND
WINNING MEDALS WILL GIVE VINNY THE
*|* HE NEVER GREW AND CONFIDENCE
THAT COMES WITH HAVING A FREE PAIR
OF BOWLING BALLS THAT GIVE ME A
CERTAIN "SWAGGER" LIKE AN OUTLAW.
sweet dreams.
GOOD MORNING, DEAR FRIENDS!
MOM'S NEW IN-HOME HEALTH-CARE
PROVIDER HAS ARRIVED...AND HE
RESEMBLES AN ICON WHO MANY
BABY BOOMERS LIKE ME GREW UP
USING AS ROLE MODELS AS WE
OURSELVES ENDEAVORED TO BECOME
GREAT JEDI KNIGHTS IN OUR OWN RIGHTS:
THAT'S RIGHT! OBI WAN KENOWLBI!
THANK YOU, CONNiElfPie, for sending mom
her own Jedi to keep our sinuses comfortable
and protect her hair from those sewing shears
and all manner of things...you will teach us the
ways of the Jedi and we will reach knighthood
if for no other reason than to earn that fetching
bright orange pashmina you wear to match your
nose and toes!
We have the BEST NEWS IN THE WORLD!
GIZ IS BACK, THE HUMMERZ ARE TRAINING HER
NOT TO LEAVE THEIR WAYS AGAIN, SHE HAS POSTED
A STUNNING BLOG POST WITH PHOTOGRAPHS WE
HAVE ALL COME TO KNOW, ENJOY, AND SIMPLY
STARE AT WIDE-EYED WITH WONDER AT THE
BEAUTY OF GOD'S CREATION AND HER
ABILITY TO CAPTURE THEIR SPIRIT THROUGH HER LENS!
SO PLEASE TAKE A PEEK AT "GIZMOMMA WORLD"
(JUST PRESS ON BLOGS WE FOLLOW TO RIGHT HERE!)
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE>>>>>>>>>>LOOK>
UP AT GizmommaWorld on top there!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.
~
This is a real, bona fide carrot from the local Farmer's Market
that signifies Eternal Love...of Eating! It's many interpretive
meanings may matter to us but to VinnyGuinea, BhindiBoy,
and YumYum it only means: EPIC WIN!
STILL, a thing of beauty, eh?
We think so. Love eternal.
"Love of eating carrots eternally."
Thanks, YumYum, for Keepin' It Real!
I KNOW IT'S THE SAME PICTURE
BUT I REALLY LIKE IT.
WHO WON?
Now that Calvin's gone, mom needs a piggie
to snuggle in his blanket with her when
she's feeling, as the visiting nurse put it,
"unable to gain Altitude."
So, I sleep with mom now, but keep a
watchful eye because we can sleep with
our eyes open, didya know that? Ya, true!
HOW YA DOIN' MA?
DON'T GO FAR...
(ooooh!)
CRASH! CLANG! POW!#!
"WHAT THE - #$@!"
MA, Y'OK?
ANY SEWING SCISSORS
INVOLVED?
MA?
"NO SCISSORS, SWEETIE, JUST A
LITTLE, WEE BIT OWIE AND YOU
DIDN'T REALLY NEED THOSE...
UH...NOPE! ALL FINE.
GOOD."
("What the bloody hork WAS THAT ON THAT FLOOR?!")
love you ALL,
Vinny the Strong, the Faithful, the Protective
and those other clowns popcorning like crazy
in their cages having fun while I do all the work.
Which I love to do, as you can see,
just Mommy & me.
Bhindi's the name and look how looooong
I can be...longer than a bunny rabbit,
longer than a guinea pig, even!
See these ears? They're still growing and by
next year, who knows? Right? Ya know?
Not like VinnyGuinea's floppy Dumbo
ears that bounce up and down when he runs!
See? I looks like a bunny, eats like a bunny,
stretches like a bunny, growing bunny ears,
soft and furry-licious like a bunny...
don't ya just want to scrunch me up?
When mom does I stick out one foot for
her to hold while I roll over on my side
for belly scratches and then stretch and purrrr....
Bunnies don't do that, do they?
Fuggetaboutit then! I loves being a big,
fluffy, long, soft, swirly, guinea pig who
popcorns, goes out my ramp when the
Magic Green Leaf is on it beckoning me
to my freedom, and treats are hidden
in all our favorite places,
BEING A GUINEA PIG FOR EASTER
IS GREAT! AND TOMORROW WE
CELEBRATE WITH PANCAKES
AND RUNABOUTS AND WATCHING
MOM DO YOGA AND GIGGLING
AMONGST OURSELVES TAKING
BETS WHICH POSE IS GOING TO
BE HER EASTER SURPRISE!
(heh-heh, said I loved being a guinea pig,
but I never said I loved being a good one!)
EASTER COFFEE FOR ALL!
