Welcome Home, Cowboy!

Resistance is Futile...

Peace, Love, and WHAT?!

What Time Did You Say It Is?

Oh Yeah, Baby, that's the way, Uh-Huh Uh-Huh, we LIKES IT, Uh-Huh Uh-Huh!

HEY - Oh, who are we kidding? The're Right...

WheeeeeeeK! Squeeeeeee! We is guinea pigs and it's fun being me! Gotta press ^on pic to read what it says, but it speaks Truth! It's always about US! Squeeeek-A-Wheeeeek!

MacNutPie Gets Into the Act

Taj thinks he's "all that and a bag o' chips" with his bi-colored lower lip, but - hey - mine get the job done just as well!
thank you,
MacNutPie,
Defender of Farmer's Market Saturdays

Is It Saturday Yet?

You have all seen my beautiful bi-colored lower lip, now watch what it can do on Farmer's Market Saturday!
love,
Taj Mahal

Farmer's Market Saturday: Wheek!

                     Taj Mahal shows off his chompers with fresh carrot greens!

Sandy in the Garden After Meditating...Fresh Berries!

Our friend, Sandi, and mom spent an afternoon together just picking all the berries they could pluck from the organic garden at the Meditation Center and everybody's fingertips and faces turned pink and rose and black and sweet: So sweet!

"THE SWARMINATOR" OUR FRIEND, RON! INCOMING!

YouTube - Swarm catch June 3 2011 001

On Sundays mom goes up to the Birch Bay Meditation Center

to meditate,  visit with friends, and eat honey! One of the guiding
principles of the Meditation Center is nonviolence, vegetarianism,
and love for all living beings. O.K. make that three principles. And
there are more, but this story is about bees!

So, when people call the exterminator to kill bees, who do the exterminators

call? Ron, "The Swarminator!" And instead of killing bees which are

so rapidly disappearing from our planet (sad, but true) Ron "catches

the swarm" and takes them back to the Birch Bay Meditation Center

to their very own hive, near their spectacular organic garden, acres

of stunning wild fields and forests with a view overlooking the San

Juan Islands! A great place to meditate. A great place to be a bee, too!
Plus, we know there is a bald eagle's nest there, for eagles soar high
above us on the thermals...into the heavens above earth, sea, and sky!

YouTube - "Annie" (1982) - Tomorrow

YouTube - "Annie" (1982) - Tomorrow: "http://youtu.be/Yop62wQH498"

Watch this and hang on till tomorrow, come what may...

MOM'S ANNIE-FREE-ZONE KARMA SMACKS HER WITH A PARADE OF ANNIES!

ANNIEPOLOOZA TONIGHT! OMG! >>>BAAY

Dear Readers,

Mom is such a know-it-all. First, she leaves "Les Mis" on this morning to depress us as the rare morning sun
streams rays of liquid happiness into our apartment! (as the "Revolution" music plays...and all the people die
except, well who hasn't seen Les Mis, so back to our story!)

We complained. Mom, we sez, play something happy, something that will fill our lungs to bursting with song.

Then some weisenheimer, (Oh, was it Raj Mahal?) opens his big, fat pie-hole and sez, "NOT 'ANNIE' ANYTHING BUT ANNIE, NO ANNIE! IT'S A BRAINWORM WE'LL NEVER GET OUTTA
OUR WIDDLE HEADS: TOMORROW, TOMORROW, NO ANNIE, SEZ I!" and mom capitulated
by declaring our entire apartment an Annie Free Zone! Okay, fine. WhatEVAH!

At least she turns off Les Mis before heading off to the Farmer's Market for our weekly organic treats.
That's all we cared about...

Bellingham is a strange little town, NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT!  When we get a blizzard, 'Hamsters cross -country skis to the ice cream shop mom went to yesterday on Railroad Street. When the sun comes out, we find at least ten outdoor arts, nature, music, and race festivals happening all at the SAME time. Like the Appliance Art Festival mom was in a few years ago when it first debuted...cool stuff, and mom did see appliances being driven with wheels down the street and around the market, but it only makes B'hamsters smile watching dryers drive by!

UNTIL! AND WE SWEAR THIS IS TRUE!

As mom approached a crosswalk, she found herself engulfed in a parade of little children all dressed up
like little Annies with their little red, curly Annie wigs on, and they were all singing and mom couldn't do
one thing about it, only accept "This is my Annie-Free-Zone karma! HOLY FORKIN'-HORKS, I HAVE BEEN AMBUSHED BY AN ANNNIEPALOOZA!"

True. They were all marching around to promote their performance tonight at the Mt. Baker Theatre,
(a place so fancy mom doesn't even OWN the clothes she would need to be seated there!) but it gets
worse! (as if that's even possible!)

She got a sandwich at the Public Market that's kind of like a big co-op of different organic eateries
and a market and had to sit down on a bench to get it to all fit on the walker with the hay she also got
for us...does it seem like it's all about us? Good! Because it is! and the nice man next to her was talking
on his iThingy about children's theatre and brochures and stuff...and then he got off the phone and asked
if mom needed help...(like, when doesn't she?) and she merely looked at him, in disbelief, and asked:
"Do you know anything about the "Annies" who are marching all over town? Do you? DO YOU?!"
And he pulled out a poster with big red letters gleaming "Anniepolooza!" emblazoned across it beneath
a photo of Annies and other little people...before showing mom which of the many Annies was his very
own daughter, to which mom stopped hyperventilating into her brown paper sandwich bag long enough
to say, "She is very pretty." And then she ASSURED HIM that she did not need help unless he had a
spare oxygen tank on him, no, didn't think so, and he went off on his merry way, so proud of his beautiful
daughter who would be singing (THAT SONG) TONIGHT, NOT TOMORROW, BUT TONIGHT,
at the Mt. Baker Theatre.

Other than that, we all had a pretty good day. Except when mom went to the farm store to get our hay
and was admiring the fine pair of "mating peacocks" they had for sale and the devil man who she tries to
always avoid saw her, grinned the grin of Satan, and said, "Oh, have you seen the half dozen guinea pigs
we saved for you?" She darn near dropped her hay!

He was just kidding...this time!

At least he wasn't singing "Tomorrow."

The peacocks were.