Friday, October 31, 2008

2008 ARBA Convention

I'm BB-AA-CC-KK ! The top pics are of some Giant Angora juniors, and the bottom pic is of the BOB senior buck.

JG's King Louis won his class - Intermediate Bucks. There was only one other rabbit in his class, but unlike Louis, that buck wasn't blowing his coat, so I feel fortunate that he did that well. The judge loved his body. The owner of the other intermediate buck bought JG's King George, Louis' half-brother. I also sold JG's Queen Victoria, George's sister, to my good friend Dustin. These are all descendants of King's Pewter, my fuzzy French Lop doe.

Meanwhile, Oscar is not doing well. I had shorn his top half a couple of weeks ago, and right before I left for Convention, I finished up his legs and tummy. He promptly went off feed, and continued while I was away. Bob did what he could, giving him papaya tablets and Quaker oats, but he was in bad shape when I got home. He appears to have developed wry neck and pneumonia. I have given him two shots of penicillin, one dose of ivermectin, and the wry neck has dissipated and he is on his feet again, but still not eating or drinking. I am giving him fluids with an eye dropper and spooning cooked oatmeal into him. Please say a prayer for him.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Redistribution of wealth...

... is what Socialism is all about (although it always seems to wind up in .gov officials' hands and not the citizenry's) and it is, in his own words, what OBAMA is all about, too.

I am not surprised, but then I don't rely on the standard news media for my information. If you don't research what they say, you deserve what you get. Unfortunately, you saddle me with your choice, too. :<

One thing that astounds me is how free OBAMA wants to be with our money, yet he can't or won't "lift" his own brother out of poverty. Seems to me he should tend to his own before telling the rest of us that he can distribute our hard-earned wealth better than we can:

OBAMA misrepresents the current financial situation of this country and how we got there, and yet thinks he can tax us out of it. Amazing. I don't understand how anyone would vote for him over Hillary, and even less why any logical, educated person would vote for him over McCain (although I'm not all that crazy about mcCain, either).

But, when you don't question his ads or the media's favoritism and even outright lies about the economy and this administration, I guess he looks pretty good. Style over substance.

Oh, my aching back!

It was a busy weekend of grooming, shearing, and cleaning. All the bunny poop is out from under the cages and in the garden, where it will nourish next year's tomatoes, peppers, onions, garlic, and PUMPKIN. :D

Louis was groomed within an inch of his life, lol! This weekend he and the others will get more of the same. Everyone is looking pretty good right now. Big coats drive me nuts, though, I want so badly to get those coats off and BREED those bunns! They'd be happy with that as well, lol!

I'll be sure to get pics of them at Convention, when they are all groomed out and looking their best. As soon as judging is over, off those coats will come, and next month - BABIES!!! :D

Joy will be permanently retired after Convention. She has earned her 3 legs, if I registered her she'd be a Grand Champion. Louis will be aimed at Nationals in the Spring, and then he will be retired as well. Their babies will make up my next show string.

I've downsized a great deal, and may downsize some more. I even though of giving up on the Tans, until I sheared this young lady:

This is JG's Cadbury, a chocolate otter doe, who gave me 8 ounces of prime at 7 months of age. Yep, I think i'm hanging onto her a while longer. :) She has a date coming up with Nino to see if he carries chocolate.

Talk to you after Convention!

Thursday, October 09, 2008

In another false attack...

... Sorry for all the politics, but as usual, the Republicans are doing a sucky job of getting the truth out, so somebody's gotta do it...

McCain Health Plan Puts Families in Charge: In another desperate attack, Barack Obama and Joe Biden have said that McCain health care tax credits to help families buy coverage "will go straight to the insurance company." Here is what they fail to mention – the credit goes to the insurance company that the American family chooses to get coverage from, anywhere in the nation. The power of choice lies with the family – not government bureaucrats or insurance companies. Ridiculing this line of strange attack, The Associated Press stated, "Of course it would, because it's meant to pay for insurance. That's like saying money for a car loan will go straight to the car dealer." Furthermore, any additional money left over after purchasing coverage will be controlled by the family in a portable health savings account.

I copied that paragraph from the McCain site. If you are a person who wants the truth on his positions, and not the lies from OBAMA and the 80% Democrat media, please visit his site here:

Social Security and the stock market

OBAMA has an ad out critical of the attempt to allow younger citizens the right to invest part of their Social Security contributions in the Stock Market.

Except, if you see the ad on TV or listen to it on the radio, it leaves certain key facts out - that it was limited to YOUNGER citizens, who can afford more risk, and that it still only allowed them to invest PART of their contributions - the rest would safe (cough, cough) in the .gov coffers (pun intended).

Fact is, this is the best time ever to be investing in the Stock Market. The money you invest now is buying stocks at a fraction of their worth. I wish I had more cash on hand right now. If I did, you bet it would be buyng stocks.

This is the problem I have with OBAMA. He and his campaign deliberatly LIE. Yes, LIE. That and the fact that his platform changes with the polls... was against drilling, now he's all for it... was going to pull the troops from Iraq, not he acknowledges they need to stay a bit longer...

Want to know what OBAMA thinks? Check the polls.

OBAMA is not a leader. OBAMA is a puppet. We need leaders in office.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Lawsuit asking OBAMA to prove that he is, indeed, a bona-fide US citizen:

Obama's response:

Why does he not just provide the birth certificate? WHY does OBAMA feel the need to stay discovery?

And about Ayers...

More to come.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

So, I went to the weigh-off today with my giant pumpkin. It weighs 452.5 lbs. :)

I came in 42nd.

This one came in 1st. 1521.5 lbs!

I am going to try to get a seed from the winner. Meanwhile, to make this a rabbit-y post, here is one of the contributors to next year's pumpkin fertilizing efforts:

That is my dear, shy, gentle King Louis. He is precious! :)

Friday, October 03, 2008

A factual video concerning the financial crisis

Watch this video through. Stop and take notes of the sub-titles and Google the subjects it tells you to. There is a lot of information packed into this video, and you owe it to yourself to watch it, check out what it says, and educate yourself about the true nature of the history of our country's current situation.

Once you've done all that, please pass it on to everyone you know, and ask them to do the same.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Jasper and the uncooked Yeast Rolls

I got this from a forum I belong to, and I thought you'd all enjoy it.

Don't know who wrote this story but it sure is funny. The more you
read, the harder you'll laugh!!!

Jasper and the Uncooked Yeast Rolls

We have a fox terrier named Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001
from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are
unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old
child whom you know nothing about and committing to doing your best to
be a good parent.

Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only
sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as
he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me. Lest you
think this is a bad case of 'no discipline', I should tell you that
Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including
locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost
over $200. But I digress.

Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the
project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me
out of cooking Thanksgiving for family, extended family and a lot of
friends that I like more than family most of the time. I was, however,
assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for
the two Th anksgiving feasts we did attend. I am still cursing the
electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the
only appliance in the whole darn house that worked, thus the assignment.

I decided to cook the rolls Wednesday evening and reheat them Thursday
morning. Since the kitchen was freshly painted you can imagine the
odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin William's latex paint
#586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room
to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I decided to go out to
eat, returning in about an hour.

An hour later the rolls were ready to go in the oven. It was 8:30
p. m.. when I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my
shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and
my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me.
He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the
Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear
even his cheeks were bloated.

I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of
uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be okay,
however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest
of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto
Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick. Suffice to say
that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He
was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night.

Naively thinking the dog would be all better by morning was very stupid
on my part. We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the
dog out to relieve himself. Well, the damn dog was as drunk as a sailor
on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt
and most of the time when he was walking, his front half was going one
direction and the other half was either dragging the floor or headed 90
degrees in another direction. He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he
would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small
incline in our back yard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up
running into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as
a loon.

I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call
within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in
his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike
most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5
hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol.

Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up
and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving
meal of the day. My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to
15 minute drive.) Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less the 12 he
ate) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the
car between Perry and I, we took off.

Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me
when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS
WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched
or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not
the worst of it. Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like
baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth!

We endured this for the entire trip to Karen's, thankful she didn't
live any further away than she did.

Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door
locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the
day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and
everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunk dog, each returning
with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something.

Of course, as the old adage goes, "what goes in must come out" and
Jasper was no exception. Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12
risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block
up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from
yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared
to leave Karen's house . Having discovered his "packages" on the garage
floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor.

This was another naive decision on our part.

The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor and the poop
on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland
cement beginning to set up and cure.. We finally tried to remove it with
a shovel. I (for some reason no one else was offering to help) had to
get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off
of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the damn dog in
his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all
over the garage floor that had to be brushed too.

Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home
and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner
at Perry's sister's house. I am happy to report that as of today
(Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has
had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume.

I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked
yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come
to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for
later would not be a bad idea.

Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to "How to clean unbaked
dough from the Carpet."

And how was your Day?