last weekend i went to the zoo. of course i had to stop off at the petting zoo section, because living in the city i get nostalgic and miss my little, furry, childhood pets. so there i am, clutching a handfull of dry alfalfa and trying to coax one of those white, wooley mammals over so i can pet it, when i hear a little boy ask his dad what *that* was. dad replies, "i'm not sure what kind of animal that is." all i can think is, dad are you a frikken eejit? so i answer for him, "this is a sheep." because heaven forbid this 7 year old grows up to be just like daddy, a 40 year old that doesn't know a sheep when he sees one! parents please go home tonight and teach your children what a sheep is. and if you are over 12 and don't know what a sheep looks like, you know how to use google. i suggest you do a little search before your friends find out you are stupid.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
bah ram ewe
when i was a little girl we had livestock. no, we didn't live on a farm, we just had farm animals--mostly goats, all pygmies except for "nanny goat". we also had a sheep (as well as other animals over the years, but they don't matter for this story). the sheep's name was "fat albert". we decided to make fat albert president of the goats, because he was big and wooley and that somehow made him better than the boring old goats. plus, goats were hard to ride on accounta they were small and would rather be standing on top of a dog house than in the back field where i could reach them. anyhoo, the point of me telling you this is because at the age of 3 or 4, i could spot the obvious differences between a goat and a sheep, and knew the names for every farm animal...and i'm no genius.
last weekend i went to the zoo. of course i had to stop off at the petting zoo section, because living in the city i get nostalgic and miss my little, furry, childhood pets. so there i am, clutching a handfull of dry alfalfa and trying to coax one of those white, wooley mammals over so i can pet it, when i hear a little boy ask his dad what *that* was. dad replies, "i'm not sure what kind of animal that is." all i can think is, dad are you a frikken eejit? so i answer for him, "this is a sheep." because heaven forbid this 7 year old grows up to be just like daddy, a 40 year old that doesn't know a sheep when he sees one! parents please go home tonight and teach your children what a sheep is. and if you are over 12 and don't know what a sheep looks like, you know how to use google. i suggest you do a little search before your friends find out you are stupid.
last weekend i went to the zoo. of course i had to stop off at the petting zoo section, because living in the city i get nostalgic and miss my little, furry, childhood pets. so there i am, clutching a handfull of dry alfalfa and trying to coax one of those white, wooley mammals over so i can pet it, when i hear a little boy ask his dad what *that* was. dad replies, "i'm not sure what kind of animal that is." all i can think is, dad are you a frikken eejit? so i answer for him, "this is a sheep." because heaven forbid this 7 year old grows up to be just like daddy, a 40 year old that doesn't know a sheep when he sees one! parents please go home tonight and teach your children what a sheep is. and if you are over 12 and don't know what a sheep looks like, you know how to use google. i suggest you do a little search before your friends find out you are stupid.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
sit on your hands!
i've had quite a few blogs. i always end up erasing them because i get bored with the topic after a couple of weeks, or minutes. (ah the magical powers of adhd.) i decided i would try again, but this time i would be true to myself and let my blog be random like me. so there you have it, my new blog of unrelated goodness, called "wiggle worm" or what our teachers used to call me before i learned the wonders of ritalin.
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