HOW TO BUILD A FLUTE by Raj Mahal

Wake up from nap...mebbe.

Mebbe don't wake up from nap...just snuggle and build flute in head first.
Yeah, sounds like a plan! Hmmm, not to mention the "Dedication..."
Must absolutely be dedicated to Nashville Ann...O.K. Yeah, that!

O.K. Nap over, let's get to work on our flute! First, collect raw materials.

Second, do what we always does, eat it! Eat it good!

TA-DAAAAAH! Now that we have a flute, I am going to run away because I am too humble
to take all the credit I rightfully deserve for waking up, going back to sleep, waking up AGAIN,
finding raw material in pristine (i.e. unchewed) condition, then fashioning a beautiful musical
instrument to be played later when we gets hungry - I mean, when we feels musical.
Ya, dat my story and I stickin' to it: Musical!

nom-nom-nom...."TAJ! THAT'S NASHVILLE ANN'S FLUTE YOU RODENT!"
TAJ: "I am non-plussed, unimpressed, and shall comsume her flute..."

"MOM! Taj ate my new flute!"

Mom?...stupis migraines!...now i gotta write a note to NashAnn...
a condolence card:
Dear Nashville Ann,
You flute died.
Sorry.
Love, Raj Mahal, BIG fan

Mom's Meditation/StayCation Dances With Bees

Mom's "Pony" Miss Daisy, Vintage 1999 Subaru Forester, vehicle of Choice in PacNW

Ya, she got big boobies, get over it! So do I and I'm a boy guinea pig... It happens.
Finding out mine ain't cancer makes us not care WHAT you think of our boobies!
Just wish she wouldn't "sculpt" those arms by weight-lifting us! She said weights
were too heavy and to think of it as an amusement park ride: Up-Breathe Out,

Down, Breathe In...We bit her. Seriously, mom, how Stupis you think we are?

Iz we CanuckIcans? Or AmeriCucks? (NO!)  or...well, on the Border Patriotic!

Don't NOBODY tell CD3 how much salmon, salmon, salmon, salmon they got here...DON'T!
We shall not tell her, either.
"Yo! Miss Piggy, y'ain't gonna believe how much -"
{EDITOR: "YumYum?"}
Nothing.

Iz we back in Iowa? No, this is Birch Bay, Washington on a "Summer Day"

OH NO YOU ISN'T! RON, YOU ISN'T!

RON, THE SWARMINATOR, COMMUNES WITH HIS BEES! (notice no beekeepin' attire?)

Ron pointed out just how much pollen his beeZ is currently bringin' in from the fields!
Look at all the itty-bitty (not to them, though) orange "saddle-bags" they is carryin' to
their QUEEN! They was very cool, actually, now we lurves bees, too!

At the entrance to the Birch Bay Meditation Center where bees are also invited to meditate.
Maybe that why they such calm, nice bees...Ron and Mom was up close and personal and
they nodded in passing but kept busily bringing pollen into the hive. Now that's some
MELLOW MEDITATN' BEES!

Today was a great day! Mom was able to drive, walk, meditate, and dance with bees. Now
she home wid us and we gonna make her pay for bein' away so long:
Three, Two, One:"WHEEEEEEEEEEEK!"


Who loves ya, Baby?!

Do Mom Miss The Political Glitz?

The next post poignantly reminds us of all mom gave up to travel West where she could live in a tiny
little apartment in da Cavidae Nation...such sacrifice! While we don't have fried butter dogs at our
Fair, Artisans Gallery reportedly DID SERVE chocolate-covered bacon at last Friday Night's Gala!
(and it weren't no veganBac'Neither!)

P.S and while one o'her bestest evah friends back there keeps threatening to send a moving
van to pack us all up and "bring us back home" we know she only doin' it cuz she already done
rescued that burnt up little terrier but exactly two weeks or four weeks or some time ago she
found a mama cat wid her FIVE widdle kittens under her porch, completely abandoned by her
neighbor, and NOBUDDY will take them, not a shelter, not a Humane Society, not a farmer,
not nobody from FOX NEWS, not a candidate, not a non-candidate (Sarah, ya, she there in
dat BUS!) nobody TAKING THOSE KITTENS OR THEY MAMMA so now she got her
doggie and six kitties and she keep on callin' us: "I'm NOT A CAT PERSON!" what she says...
to which we reply in unison: "Ya is now, Nancy, ya is NOW!"

We doesn't know why we can't line up our posts anymore, mom done mess dis up when
she had that last migraine and we can't FIX IT! mom: can't live widdout her but she can
work your last raw nerve if you's a pigula for perfection. we loves her anyway.
i might have to pee on her pillow if she don't get dis fixed cuz it makes me look stupid when my literary proZe don't line up...her pillow gettin' used to it and when she wakes up in mortification
we all six of us shake our heads as if "mom, ya did it again, but we know ya didn't mean to,
just wash it and we won't tell NOBODY!" yeah, what a kick!

How Could Mom Have EVER Left Iowa?!

Hulu - The Daily Show with Jon Stewart: Corn Polled Edition: Candidate Tent Coverage

For those of you who think of us as Pacific Northwest'rs, think AGAIN!

Mom a prairie girl through and through. And she misses the Heartland

because it's the only place you can eat stuff that'll land your heart in

de-Fib faster than a fox can pounce on a mouse!

Watch what mom left to become a mountain girl.

Was it right? You decide.

P.S. She was a Hawkeye, not a Cyclone. If ya don't
get it, no worries. The ones who do get will GET IT GOOD!

I'll Have a Latte With FOUR Piggies, Please

Mom been havin' a so-so week and we wanted to surprise her so Coconut had four babies this morning and we put them in her espresso cups and when she woke up she was...well, surprised might not be the word but we can't exactly print THE WORD here, so, just imagine four baby guinea pigs on a LOT of caffeine (they had to drink it before they fit in the cups, DRrrrrr!) and...pray for mom.
(It was her lattes.)

We won't. We thought it was funny!

O.K. so it's a plan, not yet hatched, but it gonna if glassy-bone Calvin getZ ahold o'Coconut which he
nearly did when mom had to clean cages wid such a bad migraine she put them all in the same cage
cuz she forgot...now that what we call a BIG OOPSIE GONNA CALL!

Calvin may be glassy-boney but still got cajones!

Peace Out,
YumYum, Spinal Fusela ExtraOrdinaire

BIG OOPSIE: UH-OH!

ThinkZ i in wrong Blogosphere...need Intel! Does I stay or Does I go? Hmmmm....

Who Da "Hamster Lady?"

OOoops, wrong blog! Thought this da "Squirrel Lady Blog" gotta go, bye! Next post, next post!
Gotta Go!

How Dare They Say There Are NO "Hamster Ladies!"

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WE isn'T hamsterZ unless you ask Eric, but we

DEMAND A REFRACTION! That is how mom

holds us pigulas, and we isn't and ain't nevah gonna

be cats! In fact, both mom's kitties live in Seattle

with Edwin, so WE DEMAND A RETRACTION!

And we are feeling better but mom got a

(very, very B.I.G.)  Migraine so probably won't be online

until...oh bloody hork, who knows? It a Big One.

Love,

YumYum but work to do:

Dear Peeple,

We DEMAND A REFRACTION and if you evAH

write another...

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We isn't sayin' this about anybody we know...

or knew...

or...

you didn't see it here.

(MOM'S ANTHEM: YOU DIDN'T SEE IT HERE!)

Mom Said, "Don't You DARE POST THAT, YumYum!"

And yet, we just did. Why? Because little cages make me grumpy and mischievous.
With, perhaps, a wee touch of "Bad PigZ, Bad PigZ, Whatcha Gonna Do When Meme
ComeZ For U?"

If any of you don't know Meme, it is so HOT where she lives we ain't worried, cuz chances
are the humidity keepin' them all iMMobile anywayZ...and we sympathize...SERIOUSLY!

(we mean it. whaddya mean we don't sound sincere? how DARE you!)

That was not muffled giggling!

How DARE you!

"mOM, can i have an extra blanket tonight? got cold last night."

Thank You Notes...

Dear Migraine,

Thank you for coming to visit us.
We didn't want mom to finish this drawing.
We like it when she lies down in bed next to our cages
and we can get attention by chewing on her bars.
OOPS, a minor typo, we meant "OUR BARS"
because - of course her bed does not have bars!
Goodness, where did THAT typo come from?

We regret the "spillage" of ginger ale, coffee, and
whatever other liquids and perishable (READ: SMELLY!)
items knocked over during your visit. Mom can't see real
good with ice packs smashed over her eyes while she stumbles
about in our new drama: "OMG! ANOTHER DAY WITH !!^$^^#%$*&WTF?!"
now receiving rave reviews nowhere.
Which is for the best.

Perhaps mom will finish you. Perhaps not.

Either way, your lovely company during a rare, cool, sunny, Pacific Nor'west
facsimile of summer has been duly noted.

Sincerely,
OMG! WHY AREN'T THESE ICE PACKS FROZEN?!

(mebbe cuz you didn't put them back in the freezer?)

Artisans Northwest Art, Crafts & Eats - Arts/Entertainment/Nightlife - Bellingham, WA | Facebook

Artisans Northwest Art, Crafts & Eats - Arts/Entertainment/Nightlife - Bellingham, WA | Facebook
Now the Big Question: Will or Will NOT mom finally succumb to FACEBOOK?

Unlikely, she says?

Hmmm, we aren't quite so sure.

But a great way to follow the Artists of ARTISANS

if you ARE ON FACEBOOK (mom!)

love,

YumYum

(Still not likin' the new cage but it is kinda cozy.)