STOP THE MADNESS!

Whatcom Speed Skating Club

Mom already downloaded team and public skate

practice schedules. We can't wheek:

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR HORKIN' MIND?"

since that train left the station a long, long

time ago.

Our only hope? That her boots won't fit.

A more realistic and sure-fire DreamKiller:

that she moves the towel from in front of

the full-length mirror and sees herself in

the "skin suit" she designed during the

Olympics in Salt Lake City in TURQUOISE.

(anybody familiar with short-track speedskating?

have you EV-AH seen ANY-ONE racing in

TURQUOISE?)

This might not be as hard as we feared.

We rest our case.

(the peeps who sewed her design must

have been ROTFL their A**'s off!)

We gonna be fine, just MOVE. THAT.

TOWEL!

We WILL Eat These!

Next post explains why.
May need an Intervention if we leave laces unchewed.
Will do our best. Read on.

The Big OH-NO! Mom, NO-NO!

2009-11 Short Track Speed Skating World Cup #3- Montreal - YouTube,"

We been seein' the signs, mom getting into the "racing squat" that her

coach described as "Just imagine you are sitting on the toilet reading

the paper" because your weight is on your heels, quads parallel to the

ice, hands forward, unless they are behind your back in the early stages

of a long training session or race.

No, she hasn't pulled the skates out, the helmet, the skin suit (like it

gonna FIT?! WAH, HA!) But when she thinks we ain't looking we

see her skating in her mind, getting in the ZONE, becoming "one"

with the ice inside...

"They have walkers you can take on the ice, like, for beginners,"

she says. We know she wouldn't use one. She'll just skate low so

less distance to fall down knowing only one bad fall is all it would take...

If the skates come out, we are afraid we will have to eat them.

(Just not the blades - OUCH! those we'll pee on so they rust!)

Her old team starts training in January...we won't let it happen.

But, we wish we could. (Just to see her in that racing suit, but

we would DIE LAUGHING, I SWEAR THE SIGHT O'THAT

WOULD KEEL US, OH-OH, GEEZ, I CAN'T BREATHE...

THAT WOULD BE TOO MUCH!)  NOT MUY BONITA!!!!

She says, "You don't know how it feels to become ONE with

the ice, to get into a rhythm where there is no more self, only

the sound of blades and the whoosh of flying, gaining speed

and momentum to turn those corners with grace, beauty, and

CRASH & SLIDE UNCONTROLLABLY UNTIL YOU SMASH
INTO THE BOARDS! (arena walls.)

Happens every fall, this thing. Every time she feels a nip in the air.

Not enough healthy bones left in mom's spine, though, especially her neck...

If we see them skates it will be our moral responsibility to eat them

And Eat Them We Will! Mom, stick with yoga and t'ai chi, where you

got stuff to grab when you fall...or the skates are HISTORY!

Soon the leaves will be falling. But we won't let her fall with them.


GUESS WE ALL MISS BEING WELL...I DID TODAY. MY SPINE
IS FUSING AND ALL I WANNA DO IS HAVE SOME FUN HUMPING
MY NEW LOVE, MILLIE BEA, KNOWING I NOT THE STUD I ONCE
WAS, BUT I CAN STILL DAZZLE HER!


The one constant is change. Rain into snow. Oceans into Clouds.
Clouds into rain...DANCE IN THE RAIN! DO IT TO REMEMBER
HOW IT FEELS TO SIMPLY BE ALIVE. DO IT FOR THOSE WHO
CANNOT REMEMBER...DO IT FOR THOSE STRUGGLING FOR
THEIR LIVES, JUST DANCE IN THE RAIN.

AND IF YOU LIVE IN TEXAS, DO A RAIN DANCE, WE WISH YOU WELL.

Meet Millie Bea!

Squeeeeeeeeeeee! Are we happy? Do piggies love scrunchy-scratches on our cheeks and under our chinny-chin-chins? Drrrr, YEAH! Catherine Dogs 3 has

been "gifted" the most precious little piggie by the LovingUniverse...

so, meet Millie Bea because she is our sister-pig from the Midwest and who's a pretty pig? Gonna HUMP HER, YEAH, GONNA HUMP HER GOOD!

"YUM-YUM, you'll do no such thing! You can rumblestrut till the cows come home but N.O. Humping! Besides, she lives far, far away, dear."

Then I gonna hump Coconut, gonna -

"Yum-Yum, you can rumblestrut till the cows come home but - "

Coconut: "Hey, I don't mind!"

Coconut and YumYum: "Say good-night, mom."

Mom: "Good-night, mom, and...get a ROOM,  you two!"

No disrespect to darling Millie Bea, this is just "How the Herd Rolls!"

In Da HAY! Ooh Blah-Dee, Ooh-Blah-Dah-Ahhhhh...La-La-La
how Life Goes On!

To Millie Bea: We SQUEEEEEEE FOR YOU AND CD3! AND YOUR

DREAM-HOUSE COMING TOMORROW!

CoconutPie: "Oh, Millie, be a dear and tell me who your interior designer is - "

Mom: "Say good-night to Millie Bea, I'm trying to get some sleep here!"

Coconut and YumYum and Raj & Taj Mahal and MacNutPie and Calvin the small sing in unison: "Good night, Millie Bea, and welcome to your new Forever Home with Catherine Dogs 3, and the dogs! You are going to be one very, very spoiled, beautiful piggie! Lucky Millie Bea! Pretty Millie Bea!

We LOVE Angela!

Rescues - Guinea Pig Today

Beautiful rescue video ^^^

We could all use happy endings
like this one. SO HAPPY FOR
PAPUA & CYRANO! SING IT!

GREAT NEWS, CALVIN!

Calvin: "YO! My Bro, so what'd the vet say today?"

YumYum: "Calvin, he don't think I got cancer-schmancer!
And then while mom kept 'plaining bout me not drinking,
whatya think I did?"

Calvin: "Uh, uh...mmmm....hmmmm....drrrrrrr.......????"

"CALVIN! PAY ATTENTION! I PEED ON THE VET'S
LAP SO HARD IT CAME OUT HORIZONTAL,  HA-HA!"

Calvin: "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-harizontal?! RUH-ROH!"

YumYum: "No! It was great, showin' him I ain't dehydrated!
Nice, gentle, kind vet, too, had me on his lap, so sweet, but he
stuck a mothOmeter up my BEHIND so I had to esspress
m'self HORIZONTAL ALL OVER HIM! Ain't sticking no
TreeNoMeter in MY BeHIND again: WAaah!"

Calvin: "Wow! Bet mom happy! She been so worried 'bout
so many...Mom, hear the good news?"

YumYum: "Mom?!"

Mom: "drrrrrrr...........zzzzzzzzzz............" plop.

"Night, Calvin the small."
"Night-night, YumYum, I'm glad you don't have cancer."

"Me, too, Calvin, me too. Let's just keep those who do in

our hearts and prayers."
"Always, YumYum, Always."

WHEATGRASS-4-ALL!

Our newest crop of wheatgrass will be ready to start chowing down tomorrow!
We can't wait...this pic from when Erica was still with us, and we miss her...but now we
have Calvin, who squees, jumps, squeals, and popcorns his little tail off when he gets
his grass on! Mom worries about him breaking his boneless spine sometimes when
he gets that happy so she may just "mow" some off and hand feed him in his cage...

SQUEEE-FOR-ALL TOMORROW!

Raj Napping With Open Eyes

Yesterday we saw the funniest thing EVAH! Can't remember who it was - OH! - had to be Calvin, that's right. Not only was he sleeping with his eyes open, he must have been dreaming about eating, because mom and me watched him chewing and chewing his little mouth just going like a mile a minute. It was hilarious! Mom asked, "YumYum, what do you suppose he is eating in his dreams?"

"With Calvin, who knows?" I told her, but we had to stifle the giggles to avoid waking him up from his Dream Picnic! Raj just likes to show off his foot, and how it's bi-colored like his lower lip. We have posted lots of pics of his famous lip and foot before, but Calvin's Picnic reminded us how much fun we can have watching piggies...even when we sleep we is SO COOL!

Whatcom Falls Bridge

We have learned to live downtown pretty well, even though it's a highly different lifestyle from when we lived a walk down forest paths to Whatcom Creek, waterfalls, and our barred owls, perched invisibly upon branches overhanging the water.

There are still times when we yearn for the sound of crashing, glacier-fed waterfalls...
no other sound interrupting prayer and meditation. This is one of those times.

Raj, Don't Tell Anybody What We Say Behind Her Back!

Raj: "Gimme, Gimme, share, or just GIMME!"
Taj: "Raj, you pretty fo'sho, but a whole lotta crazy INSIDE IT! You can't blog about
the things we call mom behind her back, especially the Abby-thingy! Then she'll KNOW!
Raj: "True dat, 'bout the pretty! The guinea pig magazine from England featured
Coronets like me this  month, with just a perfect whorl atop  my head and long, feathery
fur-feathers draping in perfect coloration. They also described our humility about
our beauty as one of our more desirable characteristics, Raj. Now, GIMME!"
Taj: "My top notch is notorious at the vet and they love my chocolate brown
color! You got NUTTIN' ON ME, MY BRO!"
Raj: "I doesn't get how we can be real brothers yet two completely different breeds.
Like, HUH?"
Taj: "Yeah, sometimes I look at you and - HEY, GIMME BACK THAT LETTUCE!"

And so, as siblings bicker, I take the opportunity to post this scene from
"Young Frankenstein" sent by our very own ConniElfPie describing the
Who-What-When-Where-Why & HOW of mom.

Put your giggle hat on.

Who loves ya, Baby?
YumYum loves ya!

Why We Call Mom "Abby Normal" When She Ain't Listening!

Young Frankenstein : Whos brain was it ??? - YouTube

^^^ ConniW/ EEEEEEEEEEEE got our number!!!!

SPEW ALERT HIGH, PIP ALERT HIGHER, ENJOY,

COMPLIMENTS OF ConniElfPie, ROFLMAO!

Police to investigate flooding deaths of nearly 100 animals at Petco - CNN.com

Police to investigate flooding deaths of nearly 100 animals at Petco - CNN.com

We are grief-stricken because had Petco management responded seriously to

numerous flood warnings issued in advance, this could have been prevented.

We little ones bred and sold at "Big Box" chain stores live there in cruel,

unhealthy conditions and customers are not educated about the special needs

we have. Which are many and should be conveyed to any potential "buyers"

of guinea pigs, ferrets, rats, sugar gliders, and all "exotics" bred and sold

purely for one thing and one thing only: PROFIT. These stores will eagerly

sell you a guinea pig and just as eagerly sell cages that are so small they

become prisons, toys which are dangerous, food which is toxic, "treats"

which are toxic, and customers are not aware of how we cannot produce

our own Vitamin C, how to supplement it, how much time we need to

run around OUTSIDE our cages (2 hours/daily is recommended) and

these stores continue to sell toxic litter bedding along with trash which

only shortens our lives at the expense of higher profit. A store in B'ham

actually sells cages which are too small yet include this sign: "Free guinea

pig with purchase of cage."

We are encouraged by so many new blogs and websites striving and

dedicated to enlightening the public about how special we are and how

much time, energy, and money it REALLY TAKES to give us the quality

of life we are entitled to.

Thank you, we are sad tonight.

YumYum