tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39295542925788696122024-02-07T02:01:17.040-03:30Views from the PastureUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-24671621913915393042011-07-21T10:28:00.001-02:302011-08-02T11:30:18.208-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A bit more 'Ellis' time!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">posted by Ellis the Ram</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;">The canoe adventure was even better than I expected. And the next day I felt a bit more rested. But with all the upheaval, pasture wise, one afternoon wasn't going to be enough. Then I overheard my HC tell her MPU the car was ready to 'leave in the morning'. Hm? I immediately located my HC and asked where she might be going. Atlantic City was the answer and without hesitation I stated I would be accompanying them. {The sill sitting in Atlantic City is top notch!}</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;">I went and asked Esme if she wished to join me and after a moment said<span style="color: #cc0000;"> "No Ellis. I think I am needed in the pasture and really am not in need of the quiet time. But you my friend I know need more rest than an afternoon on a canoe. You go. Things are beginning to settle around here now. Everything is just about prepared for Callopie and Himhe to contact technical support regarding the software issue for the campaign materials. Herzig has planned the nudges over the knitted <span style="color: #351c75;">Eggplant</span> and we will begin that while you are gone. The moment you return you can do a few nudges on your own, if we haven't yet seen progress. Noah and Mr Sparkles are STILL not communicating and I intend to write our GFBFHD in California and ask her to get tough with those 2. BFSS, aka Dee Vine.....I've sent her up to the house where our HC does the maintenance for 'consideration time'. You and I can go check on her to see if it has done any good. You go, I'll rest here". </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #0b5394;"> <strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">So I went. We left the next morning and had 4 wonderful days. I did accompany MPU and HC to the casino area a few times. Such colorful lights and interesting scenes. Both on the machines and among the humans. I have photos which you may find interesting. </span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I_PBeCjNnY/Tjf6JStE4gI/AAAAAAAABYw/lT_9HaLYB2c/s1600/lighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9I_PBeCjNnY/Tjf6JStE4gI/AAAAAAAABYw/lT_9HaLYB2c/s400/lighter.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A Shepherdess perhaps?</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USefM99GmfU/Tjf6Ai5zsMI/AAAAAAAABYs/YpWDGiy_KKs/s1600/IMGP2045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-USefM99GmfU/Tjf6Ai5zsMI/AAAAAAAABYs/YpWDGiy_KKs/s400/IMGP2045.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">FREE, My Favorite Thing!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;">4 days of rest, sill sitting and observing humans. Have I mentioned I'm very blessed to have been born an Ovine!!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;">Ellis the Ram</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-23465948635796021602011-07-15T09:51:00.058-02:302011-08-02T10:28:35.731-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Even I'm HOT!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">posted by Ellis the Ram</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial;">Despite my sturdy fleece, even I am beginning to feel the effects of the heat. But fortunately it has had a quieting effect on the flock. Gives me a bit of time to contemplate the various issues from my last post. But one thing at a time. So I've met with Herzig and Esme as we begin our, what I hope to be our persistent, attack on our HC regarding the knitted <span style="color: #351c75;">Eggplant</span>. She says she has been working on what she refers to as an <em><span style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: #0b5394;">Adult Dining Linen {ADL}</span></em> for the lady from <span style="color: #cc0000;">Malice Domestic</span>. Referring to it as #4, she is very secretive about this #4 and keeps telling us once we see it all will be clear. Clear? She is knitting it in a tan fiber with a little tiny string of a brown....rather like the grass in our pasture these days. And clear? Its not clear at all. It is a knitted fiber piece so once its knitted all you see is the fiber. Doesn't clear mean I could see through whatever it is? And as to the fiber? Its not fleece but made from a plant which is generally what our species views as MLGV. <span style="color: #cc0000;">VERY CONFUSING!!</span> So we plan to, one by one, the 3 of us will appear to ask IS THE #4 FINISHED AND HAS THE KNITTED <span style="color: #351c75;">EGGPLANT</span> BEGUN? Either she will work harder at the #4 and start the knitted <span style="color: #351c75;">Eggplant</span> or perhaps even set it aside just to keep us from asking. I've learned with my HC there is no point being angry or demanding but repetitive and constant works. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Meanwhile, <span style="color: #cc0000;">DID I SAY ITS HOT?</span> So hearing my HC and her oldest best~est girl scout camp friend, Gobel, were planning an adventure to canoe, I invited myself along. Gobel is a most trustworthy friend and accompanied the <span style="color: #351c75;">K</span><span style="color: #38761d;">O</span><span style="color: #f1c232;">O</span> on their first outing. Canoeing is something the Flock who went to New Hampshire 2 summers ago had attempted. But HC Maggie informed us life jackets were required and none fit, so we went raft floating instead.</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"> HC and I climbed in the vehicle one afternoon and drove over to the Pasture of Gobel. Then the 2 of us climbed out of our vehicle and.....</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOcbRYrwjHOjwNUizblA60bRwagSwcA_JfbqwbTk2IZuh0YT2XnqWkZ0abDrsJrm34IVfwhGRslEJBClqxALUBU2G4Mb6FiXoGxKDGVY01GEA1mzs4_GGt187q9M_p8IFHiGOA4WFAIM/s1600/IMGP2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOcbRYrwjHOjwNUizblA60bRwagSwcA_JfbqwbTk2IZuh0YT2XnqWkZ0abDrsJrm34IVfwhGRslEJBClqxALUBU2G4Mb6FiXoGxKDGVY01GEA1mzs4_GGt187q9M_p8IFHiGOA4WFAIM/s400/IMGP2028.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"> the 3 of us climbed into Gobel's vehicle. And to 'the place' where canoes, paddles, life jackets and water were to be found. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took the seat in the middle and enjoyed my ride as Gobel drove to 'the place'. She is driving in the photo of me shown above. </span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YAs3i64a5o/TiwX59wSroI/AAAAAAAABXE/XKPagOp43aI/s1600/IMGP2041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7YAs3i64a5o/TiwX59wSroI/AAAAAAAABXE/XKPagOp43aI/s400/IMGP2041.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Keep in mind my HC is not fond of having her picture taken but finally I got her to take a snap with me, before we actually went boating. Just in case an unexpected occurrence....such as a strong wind or poor seamanship resulted in the 3 of us out of the canoe and into the lake. Then we went into the building to acquire 3 essential components for our boating. Gobel rented a canoe which came with paddles. As none were designed for ovines there were just 2 paddles.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__NIsLj7Ro_0XrEYLcWwlfIXDxW4HweF4-Q_VBpnK9-LJVs1pfjlhIGT7IK2SA7LkRAiKZvboBI1fJMyotCK3NfNke_XcraetuSnr4fc8oAf4CB5eYRTbXb8Y3gkhkap75s6siGe5MX0/s1600/IMGP2030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__NIsLj7Ro_0XrEYLcWwlfIXDxW4HweF4-Q_VBpnK9-LJVs1pfjlhIGT7IK2SA7LkRAiKZvboBI1fJMyotCK3NfNke_XcraetuSnr4fc8oAf4CB5eYRTbXb8Y3gkhkap75s6siGe5MX0/s400/IMGP2030.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And once again....like the paddles....no life jacket which would fit an Ovine. For a moment I feared I would once again be prevented from this boating adventure and never have the experience being out on a body of water upon a vessel of <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">ANY</span></em> type <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">EVER.</span></em> But my HC boldly set me up on the bow seat in the canoe, at first 'backwards' but that could be corrected after we had gotten underway. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48DPH4j6qI_onjn0bIq67bfoO54Z-7-_9sWO3Efgny-3giyVBBkj1nKimfeTqXO3HuMLu3OWcumnf87nXS5B_NajYXN1YtBANz0ErNFGfsjL4NZv2P39dVrraiP7DSPTOli27snCEiQk/s1600/IMGP2040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48DPH4j6qI_onjn0bIq67bfoO54Z-7-_9sWO3Efgny-3giyVBBkj1nKimfeTqXO3HuMLu3OWcumnf87nXS5B_NajYXN1YtBANz0ErNFGfsjL4NZv2P39dVrraiP7DSPTOli27snCEiQk/s400/IMGP2040.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once my HC and Gobel took their positions, wearing their life jackets and carrying their paddles, we got <span style="color: #0b5394;">FULL STEAM AHEAD</span>. Well, that would be the term if we had some sort of mechanical device operating our vessel. The idea still holds....we got underway. The 2 of them took the same positions they had 40 years ago at camp, my HC in the bow and Gobel in the stern. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdQLoIiS88YJhXHMENwPvLC787-eyFbdEiP11civgZFyFrTmQ9PiwMghdbWlzYqGqdghDLRiq37sGou40b_YfVnPpjsx_dbT4I9oOeiZu83DW9QnnA5lYHPzl1BOVFWALLv-1CWukaP0/s1600/IMGP2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdQLoIiS88YJhXHMENwPvLC787-eyFbdEiP11civgZFyFrTmQ9PiwMghdbWlzYqGqdghDLRiq37sGou40b_YfVnPpjsx_dbT4I9oOeiZu83DW9QnnA5lYHPzl1BOVFWALLv-1CWukaP0/s400/IMGP2033.JPG" t$="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next hour in the horrid heat we enjoyed the cooler temperatures and at times drops of light rain. If you look to my right at the end of the canoe, there in the water you can see where a raindrop had just fallen. It was a baaa'utiful moment in and baaa'utiful hour. We left for Gobel's house, got back in our vehicle and went home a lot more ready to tackle everything.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial;">Cooler and Calmer</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial;">ELLIS THE LAMB</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-13770533139556933872011-07-10T21:30:00.001-02:302011-07-17T00:47:17.490-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Deep Baaa!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">posted by</span></em> ELLIS THE RAM</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">That is what Esme and I have had to do the last few days. So many clovers in the pasture, we finally realized the pasture was in chaos. Not that everyone wasn't busy~ doing campaign work, helping a friend, Marti Gras and the remaining KOO hard at their studies. Piper has been working very hard to keep conversing with the flock but we can tell he is still sad. Meanwhile his friend Herzig has convinced our HC to make a new knitted Eggplant. Trouble is she hasn't begun it yet and I fear Herzig is growing short tempered. Bobble H. Ovine seems to have a very special project he wants to start for his friend Daniel, who is summering with his brothers in California, The Mache Triplets seem finally to have become proper loving brothers. But word is, there</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;"> is much upheaval in the Dennison Pasture due to a potential pasture relocation. And HC was informed that the pasture must be fumigated {I had to look it up and seems it involves getting rid of bugs or probably keeping the bugs away}. Plus the Dennison Pasture became a spot for many wooden living items which has made it quite 'dense' and difficult to roam. We are wondering if that is why no word on the campaign Noah announced in April. Mr Sparkles and Noah were to go to California to plan the campaign and hopefully gather endorsements. Esme is a bit worried about Noah. She has begun to speculate that may have gotten seduced by the 'celebrities' as the Dennison Pasture is near Hollywood. Callopie and Himhe have been unable to get any answers with their research of their software issues so they have asked to use the computer to live chat with technicians who are reported to be very experienced and knowledgeable. We are scheduling that with our HC. No one has written requesting to Adopt an Ovine as of yet so Grace, who is such a sweet little lamb, is living in our Pasture. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">Then BFSS, oh yes she prefers to be called Dee Vine, hijacked the blog and engaged in <em><span style="color: orange;"><u>Blatant Self Baaa'ing</u></span></em>. Of all the issues that is the one completely unresolved. And despite my Open and Accepting rule even I am finding it difficult to be patient with her. I am all for publicly knocking her down a fence railing or two but Esme keeps stopping me. She says she is thinking very hard of what we can do to correct her 120% self absorbed behavior. I don't think even Ellis our MTF could keep a professional demeanor if he gave her a session or <span style="font-size: large;">five</span> to help her. That worries all of us. But we will find the way, {I think a rope tied at the far end of the pasture with BFSS attached to it would be a splendid beginning....but}.</span></strong> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So with all that going on I've informed the entire flock that I will do all the posting until progress appears on all those issues. Plus, our HC has seemed very quiet lately and maybe a bit sad. I overheard her MPU tell her they are taking a 4 day Adventure to New Jersey on the 22nd. Plus she has a MTF appointment and also a trip to the Veterans Hospital to have a place on her skin checked. I told her if she would just grow fleece, those spots wouldn't appear since the sunlight couldn't penetrate it. We are always free of spot on our hides, she doesn't seem to want to grow fleece which baaaaffles me. Anyway I have told the flock that since we adopted her it is our responsibility to get her out of the <em>'quiet'</em>. Wish us luck. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With Hope, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ellis the Ram</span> and the ENTIRE Flock</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-41391125046231086732011-07-04T15:31:00.000-02:302011-07-13T17:13:55.337-02:30<div align="center"><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"><strong>MOI**MOI**MOI**</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Must admit I'm a bit '<em>shock~a~tantai'</em> that there have been no admiring comments sent to <span style="font-size: large;">MOI</span>. At least not as of today. I'm beginning to suspect the hoards of compliments which simply MUST be overloading the Internet have either broken what ever it is that operates this machine or the flock has somehow sabotaged <em>something,</em> to prevent me from reading messages from my fans. Otherwis......</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EsgBwwWHVGhGpL86Suc_XVXKwe8NKol6cUfpYGCFFB_aH2uZ2sRh7ewUOMjjMpPn9tgMvtPQmTlFZQqmMHOzKMlyHbULVD3EmSHDNNADg1t8KwTHVkEqhRqZZwBIgz3TpkvVeXtw3WA/s1600/Orange+Stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EsgBwwWHVGhGpL86Suc_XVXKwe8NKol6cUfpYGCFFB_aH2uZ2sRh7ewUOMjjMpPn9tgMvtPQmTlFZQqmMHOzKMlyHbULVD3EmSHDNNADg1t8KwTHVkEqhRqZZwBIgz3TpkvVeXtw3WA/s400/Orange+Stars.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2RpGkxZmPeMhW4vsAz5TlHIyIMPAHrcxLvRF2rGgV9wjDMSxoW6mw2wdGwf0xOzwAbayUvQkuBhyMu4Mlby8sYzuTdV4PEOQpss_g_F93YKZihk0rKik7Mfw4qxMqXVuLyDvy1YWL2g/s1600/Ellis+intercedes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2RpGkxZmPeMhW4vsAz5TlHIyIMPAHrcxLvRF2rGgV9wjDMSxoW6mw2wdGwf0xOzwAbayUvQkuBhyMu4Mlby8sYzuTdV4PEOQpss_g_F93YKZihk0rKik7Mfw4qxMqXVuLyDvy1YWL2g/s400/Ellis+intercedes.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm so very sorry that I hadn't noticed until just now that one of the flock was creating havoc, of a sort. Yes, I know, Open and Accepting. But it seems our resident 'diva' hacked into the flock's blog. That is into the ENTIRE flock's blog. Should she have wished to report on something she is involved with, all that would be required was to ask to post. But deciding she wishes to<u><span style="font-size: large;"> be the blog</span></u>, another matter entirely. I'm quite at a loss as to how to turn this particular issue around. I mean, confidence is one thing and I encourage all of our flock to take pride in what each is able to accomplish. But it seems there should be a noticeable gap between confidence and egocentric, one would think??? Our Dee has always been a bit 'me me me' so now I suppose Esme and I will have to confer as to how our Dee Vine may be <em>'right sized'.</em> </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">By the way, as to Dee Vine thinking her password would be impossible to figure. Have you noted the 'subject' of her posts....EVERY POST? Yep, the password was moimoimoi. Baaa'd choice? Baaa'right!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-6984014176008656932011-07-02T18:25:00.004-02:302011-07-12T19:14:06.081-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">MOI...MOI...MOI...</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: orange;">Oh, what fun I'm having taking photos of MOI. How is the flock dealing with not understanding why their blog is <em><span style="color: black;">'in-accessa-tantai'?</span></em> I have no idea.....<u>and why should I</u>. They aren't talking about MOI so who cares what they are doing. Perhaps when they <em><span style="color: black;">'re-aliz-e-tantai'</span></em></span><em><span style="color: black;"></span></em> </strong><span style="color: orange;"><strong>just who is in control of their blog they will begin to understand how <em><span style="color: black;">'im-por-tantai'</span></em> I really am. Anyway, enough about them, BACK TO MOI. I took 2 more <em><span style="color: black;">'snap-a-tantais'</span></em> and here they are.......I'm thinking of hiring a press photographer though, this machine truly doesn't do MOI justice..</strong>..</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiw-SikuGnTSaRboohrzg94LXRp_qGpW1wNxAvVfkE2PAJH3wOXvcsEksP1B73Oy5zUX4cSP0fa36bMHXdwrchCCvxGRq9lbCbiusQZ0wxL8GtbcFwC9fBMtKvVZ-RvVRucu-CXDShkk/s1600/Moi+of+course.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSiw-SikuGnTSaRboohrzg94LXRp_qGpW1wNxAvVfkE2PAJH3wOXvcsEksP1B73Oy5zUX4cSP0fa36bMHXdwrchCCvxGRq9lbCbiusQZ0wxL8GtbcFwC9fBMtKvVZ-RvVRucu-CXDShkk/s400/Moi+of+course.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know you love MOI, I love me too!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><em><u>Dee Vine the Devine</u></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-52021083307939129232011-07-01T01:16:00.003-02:302011-07-12T18:24:03.017-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;">MOI! MOI! MOI!</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;">Yes, it is finally time that this blog~ whatever 'they' think its about, serves an important cause. <span style="font-size: large;">MOI</span>. I'm certain the lack of fan mail isn't because the world wouldn't wish to know all about <span style="font-size: large;">MOI</span>. Of course, its because the 'flock' has deliberately prevented ALL from realizing just who I am! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial;">I've hacked into this machine, belonging to 'their' HC, and changed the password. They will never figure out MY password. And I've discovered that this machine can take glamour shots of <span style="font-size: large;">MOI </span>while I'm educating the world about how special I am. I know all this absolutely delights everyone. I can't wait til they try to use this machine......Oh, my glamour shots. Keep in mind I'm just becoming an expert-tanti on this machine. But frankly any photo of <span style="font-size: large;">MOI</span> is stunning. Enjoy!!! And don't fret, there is plenty of <span style="font-size: large;">MOI</span> for all.....</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjPi86zO0LQ5iKkHqblE3OK-ynS4UMZXEwteJmx24ewa35l2_JFjQ-BByg0fAiiIDHvHdpFwhqLX5-twD2LDLERfh-HK87yaf3SXlSWA0sLLaUgFwNtX8uqtjV_cDKsLxe03BYB8qXek/s1600/P1107120125512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjPi86zO0LQ5iKkHqblE3OK-ynS4UMZXEwteJmx24ewa35l2_JFjQ-BByg0fAiiIDHvHdpFwhqLX5-twD2LDLERfh-HK87yaf3SXlSWA0sLLaUgFwNtX8uqtjV_cDKsLxe03BYB8qXek/s640/P1107120125512.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;"><strong>The one and only <em>DEE VINE</em> </strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-70326696156251645352011-06-26T23:04:00.001-02:302011-07-01T17:09:09.321-02:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Planned, Rehearsed, Put in Action </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">posted by Herzig</span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQKH4rGoOzP9VCXFjtQPzQ5LZQdIm-unrmer9nPk0jsOAIebi9iHnUCsCAmFwwkkzuMHluClV1srJCat2ExxYj7NUIcrdhn-P62FP01W6VOcMBqsvbw9pyXv_2JiX7POeKE0llLfrsao/s1600/1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQKH4rGoOzP9VCXFjtQPzQ5LZQdIm-unrmer9nPk0jsOAIebi9iHnUCsCAmFwwkkzuMHluClV1srJCat2ExxYj7NUIcrdhn-P62FP01W6VOcMBqsvbw9pyXv_2JiX7POeKE0llLfrsao/s400/1a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Following our meeting with our MTF it was time to approach our HC with our plea for help. Since she had visited with Ellis after our visit was completed, Himhe and I decided the next day would be better to put our plan in action. The plan was really quite simple. I would gather the 3 items and ask our HC to knit another Eggplant for Piper. But from the moment I got to the bottom of the chair where she was sitting helping her MPU with some phone calls, the first obstacle appeared. She was knitting on another project. Then again she is always working on some knitting project or another. As a matter of fact there are so many PIP's {Projects in Progress} around where our pasture is located we could build a mountain. Asking to begin yet another PIP may just tip the mountain and crush the flock. Still, it was for Piper.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GY1v8O8uT_g/Tg0oYdWWLoI/AAAAAAAABTM/NPq7w2mQthg/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GY1v8O8uT_g/Tg0oYdWWLoI/AAAAAAAABTM/NPq7w2mQthg/s400/4.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>She didn't notice me and I sat at her feet for a good 10 minutes so finally I</strong> <span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>ste</strong></span></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>adied my nerves and climbed up on the table. I positioned myself on the table between my HC and her MPU, right in the middle of where they were working. FINALLY I was noticed. Looking a mite resigned at having to take time away from other things, she stopped knitting and crossed her arms. She said "Good Afternoon Herzig. I'm guessing there is something you want from me?" With the fiber on each side and the needle on a tube with points on both ends draped over my back, I cleared my throat with a 'baaahh'.</strong></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began the plan I'd rehearsed. "The flock, really me, need a huge favor HC. Do you remember the Eggplant you knitted long ago? The one that Piper asked if he could take it to with him to the pasture because he was lonely and needed a friend?" I said. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">"Yes" HC replied, "I do recall both the Eggplant and my conversation with Piper. I also recall that Piper lost the Eggplant. I was a bit sad about that really, as of all the vegetables I knitted the Eggplant was the best. It looked exactly like an Eggplant. The carrot looked like a knitted carrot and the banana looked like a knitted banana. But the Eggplant, yes it looked knitted but it looked EXACTLY like an Eggplant. Why do you ask?" I meant to sneak the request into our talk and slowly. But all my planning went over the pasture fence and I just blurted out "I WANT YOU TO MAKE ANOTHER EGGPLANT!!"</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHqwpMTmBSs/Tg0nboOuLvI/AAAAAAAABTI/sjcpL-W2Des/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHqwpMTmBSs/Tg0nboOuLvI/AAAAAAAABTI/sjcpL-W2Des/s400/3.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Right away I knew I'd made a mistake. HC quickly pointed to the PIP she was working on and said "I'm right in the middle, the 3rd of 5 ADLs {Adult Dining Linens} which a lovely woman sitting next to me at the Malice Domestic Banquet asked me if I would knit for her. She saw my Mom's when she put it over her neck as our meal arrived and was so excited, as she had already asked many knitters to make them for her. No one would help her and she has already paid me a very generous amount of money. I've knitted her 2 so I have 3 more to knit."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"Couldn't you just tuck an Eggplant in between knitting for the lady? Oh, Please. It's for Piper!"</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8HvVA5jUgw/Tg0paI_BDjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4z3t3Ay5lzw/s1600/IMGP1861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C8HvVA5jUgw/Tg0paI_BDjI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4z3t3Ay5lzw/s400/IMGP1861.JPG" width="373" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After a few minutes of silence she reached over and picked up the fiber I had found and asked if I got it from one of her bins. When I said yes she began to smile and said "I believe you found the same purple yarn I used before.....oh, and you found the green too. And whats this? Hm, size 3 needles? But Piper, I don't think I could find the pattern I used to make the knitted Eggplant, it was a few years ago." </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Victory was just over the pasture gate if I could just unlatch it and push it open. So I told her I had taken care of all that!!!! Proudly I puffed out my fleece and said "Himhe helped me to go on the computer and we found the place you must have found the pattern the first time. I've managed to 'save' it into your Patterns folder into one called Odds & Ends. That is how I know the size of needle you will need is #3. I even learned what DP means so I brought along the tube with pointed ends on both sides and that pack with lots of DP #3s". </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Would all my hunting and collecting result in the thing I wanted most for my best~est friend Piper. A knitted Eggplant? I could barely breath.............and then my HC nodded her head. She said, "You are a very good friend Herzig. The kind of friend everyone would love to have and so few of us ever find. If you have done all the hard work and found all the items I need, how could I say No. Yes I will knit an Eggplant for you. Maybe...I could stand outside the pasture when you give it to Piper. And just watch to see if he likes it?" </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">"HC, HOW COULD HE NOT LIKE IT, he will love it because he will know its not just another knitted Eggplant. It will be knitted by his HC and you knit his lost Eggplant."</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">HC made no promises on when the knitted Eggplant would be finished but she knows how important this PIP is and I'm sure I'll be able to report soon.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The happiest ovine in the pasture</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Herzig</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-24183474990200921152011-06-25T11:31:00.002-02:302011-06-27T15:08:04.749-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><strong>OK, I've Been Silent Long Enough!</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">posted by Dee Vine</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">CALLED </span><span style="font-size: x-small;">BFSS BY THE FLOCK</span></span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've noticed all the other posts the posting names are small. But ONCE AGAIN, its up to me to point out, my name should be <em>seen</em> and <em>LARGE</em>. Certainly, few would fail to recognize My Divine self, I am after all, Dee Vine. {I explained all that in the <u>most </u>important introduction on Meet the Ovines.}</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;">I've taken note that Noah, The Grey One, is campaigning for the position of Easter Creature 2012 and has asked <u><em>Mr Sparkles</em></u> to be his CM. I find this a bit annoying since although I have been ridiculed since my arrival, they choose an Ovine with the same fleece I wear. Because I 'am' THE FIRST SPECTACULAR OVINE IN THE FLOCK WITH LUXURIOUS COLORFUL FLEECE.</span></strong> <strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mr Sparkles arrived long after I made my debut. I live in the same flock as <em>the candidate</em> but he choose a CM on the other side of the country! But none of this treatment of <em>moi,</em> surprises me at all. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Its all about jealousy~and who can really blame the flock. To achieve anything close to my sense of style, brilliant conversational skills, and magnetic personality must be daunting, if not impossible. Which no doubt has led to the flock behaving rudely and just leaving me out of their <em>games.</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;">Two incidences of which I have photographic proof! Now some may not have realized my difficulty with the current banner photo. {Should you read this at a later date all banner photos are archived on our 'Photo Banner Page'}. To assist you gaining a complete understanding of my issue about this photo, I explain the TRUTH, under the photo. </span></strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When we posed for our formal 'Duncan Lake' photo in 2009 I SUGGESTED we all face West, it is my best side after all. But since the rest had already decided to look East~~well, I ended up being the only Ovine facing in the CORRECT direction. I'm posed nicely at the left top end of the dock. From clockwise facing the WRONG direction? At the 1100 position, Esme the Ewe and at 0100 Noah, The Grey One {I hope he listens to his Campaign photographer better than he did ME}, 0300 Ellis the Ram, 0400 Callopie, 0500 Sullivan, 0800 Herzig and at 0900 Piper. Now I realized most would believe I was the one at fault. So I correct your reasoning now! I am the ONLY Ovine who understood the important of the photo being snapped from MY BEST SIDE. </span></strong></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPPdhyMD30U/Tgf6xk98VTI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gl9ZwgsDGt0/s1600/23839479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KPPdhyMD30U/Tgf6xk98VTI/AAAAAAAABSE/Gl9ZwgsDGt0/s320/23839479.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During that same trip it was decided that we ALL should pick berries. Why? There was endless MLGV where ever one stepped. I AGAIN explained this fact to the flock who ignored my flawless insight. And YET AGAIN, they picked berries. I on the other hand took the logical course of taking a bit of leisure time on the swing. Don't you just know they posted this picture explaining I didn't wish to associate with them in their berry nonsense. They posted MY photo on some twit nit sight calling me a Diva!!!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I've had quite enough of their behavior. So I am going to begin my own campaign in the flock. I'm toying with running for MOST DELICIOUS DIVA or OVINE OF DE~VINE or even DIFFERENT IS FAR SUPERIOR TO BEING AVERAGE. {I haven't really decided which 'crown' might suit me best and must be careful to choose which is best~~~~as obviously I will be the winner}. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;">Divinely Yours, </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial;">Dee Vine</span></strong></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-89811657621869794782011-06-24T01:06:00.001-02:302011-06-25T13:21:11.964-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">MAYBE, I FIRST SHOULD CHECK WITH OUR MTF?</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9ead3; color: #274e13; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Posted by Herzig</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">I was all fired up and ready to tackle our HC. Needles, fiber and pattern I started out of the pasture to find her. Nothing could stop me now! Then, on the way out Himhe stopped me and ask where I was heading. After telling him I had all I needed and of course again thanking him for helping me find the pattern, he asked a question. "I know what a good friend you are and we all have learned a lot about VDD which Piper developed. I am wondering if we need to check with our MTF?" Confused I asked "Why? Piper is getting better each day so what would be need to ask our MTF about anyway?"</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">"Well," Himhe began, "we don't know exactly how or why Piper developed VDD but we do know when. It started when he lost his Eggplant. So it might be a good idea to ask Ellis the Original, since he was the person who identified Piper's VDD, if giving him another knitted Eggplant is safe. Piper's may misplace it again. Or some creature may steal it. Since he lost his first knitted Eggplant he might be so afraid of losing another it might be bad for his VDD?" </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Now this was a turn of events I hadn't even considered. All my work finding and collecting what was needed for a new knitted Eggplant was wasted? It was like waking up and going into the pasture for a fresh MLGV breakfast and finding a farmer had plowed our pasture. Nothing to see but dirt. Himhe quickly told me not to be sad as Ellis the Original would probably say it was a great idea and think Piper having a new knitted Eggplant was just fine. Still, when would we be able to visit our MTF? And if we asked to go with our HC the next time she had an appointment, she might want to know why. Then she might say she wouldn't make one anyway, even before we checked with our MTF. Himhe told me not to worry, he would work it out.....and the next morning he had. He asked Esme to get our HC to take Himhe and I along for an adventure, because our HC had an appointment that very day. So putting our 3 things into a bag then in the car, safely tucked away, we left with our HC that afternoon.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">Seeing us with our bag, MTR Ellis invited us into his office telling our HC he wanted to show us around before their appointment. {Such insight is why he <em><u>is our MTF</u></em>}</span></strong> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd56LwhEQ773QsuvnPlTVIs4hY26LaaQgxIASNBH5SFwcI3fz7dybPH0ldtSV7_UX0iiNeGA_6_UbWGG_UnwfX7G_ChBSLE-P-Ydcmq5QUskaAG94S3el_rPRif2VAwQfUP2ocMXlteBg/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd56LwhEQ773QsuvnPlTVIs4hY26LaaQgxIASNBH5SFwcI3fz7dybPH0ldtSV7_UX0iiNeGA_6_UbWGG_UnwfX7G_ChBSLE-P-Ydcmq5QUskaAG94S3el_rPRif2VAwQfUP2ocMXlteBg/s400/1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We pulled the 3 items out of the bag so he could examine them. Then he asked "Is this Eggplant like the one Piper lost?" We explained that it was the same materials and pattern, although I thought the real knitted Eggplant looked much better than the one in the picture. Ellis looked confused for a bit. Then he said "Are you going to knit this eggplant?"</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY8LzeZk59QZiVGVXRsWrzA5MQkgbnffwSr7Zk3l4JTHjIxRcQj1JrUcRibHDlE5bTsmqgd7mvTABqSFqS0SoSnW420OPd1QK7RUqyUbG-6K8XV0W1mGZwH-O1qvR-_XWNWaBLh-NEKU/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcY8LzeZk59QZiVGVXRsWrzA5MQkgbnffwSr7Zk3l4JTHjIxRcQj1JrUcRibHDlE5bTsmqgd7mvTABqSFqS0SoSnW420OPd1QK7RUqyUbG-6K8XV0W1mGZwH-O1qvR-_XWNWaBLh-NEKU/s400/2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think that was the first time I ever heard Himhe laugh, although I had to listen quite closely. Guess it wasn't really a laugh more like a chuckle. So I told Ellis of course not, that I was going to get an HC to knit the Eggplant. Still looking confused his next question was "I don't understand why you need to talk to me~~I CAN'T KNIT". OK, this time it was definitely a laugh I heard from Himhe. After I glared at Himhe, I said "the ONLY reason we came to speak with you was because HIMHE!!! thought we should ask if it would be safe for Piper to have another knitted Eggplant."</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">"Well, now I understand what is going on here. Because Piper developed VDD and I know about VDD and Piper......you want to be sure making this knitted Eggplant won't be harmful for Piper." Nodding, I waited for his answer. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was then I knew it had been a good thing to ask Ellis our MTF. He leaned over and patted my back and told me that I was a wonderful friend and certainly, a knitted Eggplant would be a fine thing for Piper to have again. Especially one that a good friend like me had worked so hard to get for him. I told him of my plan of getting my HC to agree to knit the Eggplant and with a wink of his eye he said "I'll hint a bit about it to her myself during our appointment. She often has some knitting in her bag. We have spoken of knitting before and maybe it will plant an idea, then all you have to do work your plan. I only have one request Herzig." </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">"What?" I said. Ellis replied, "I would like to see the knitted Eggplant when it is finished. Maybe you and Piper will visit with the knitted Eggplant." </span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Back to the plan, </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Herzig</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-53190489332255932502011-06-22T00:03:00.001-02:302011-06-22T02:21:10.462-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFEWWb8BK4YyZXxnZcQxlgsoX7ojd0F0yJi94OoZal-fq-q0JmvfRn6wFiEKFviMlKWwXyhIOIUKFcaMx8EESCKeOyBOVChGX0Ev0rj14acv0WcgnDuAZi-INwEKU6EoM_BirYSIzZJQ/s1600/IMGP1865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSFEWWb8BK4YyZXxnZcQxlgsoX7ojd0F0yJi94OoZal-fq-q0JmvfRn6wFiEKFviMlKWwXyhIOIUKFcaMx8EESCKeOyBOVChGX0Ev0rj14acv0WcgnDuAZi-INwEKU6EoM_BirYSIzZJQ/s400/IMGP1865.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">ECCH WORKING ON CAMPAIGN PLATFORM</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Dictated by Sullivan/ECCHM and Posted by Ovi/ECCHAM</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">ECCH staff has decided to draft a Campaign Platform which we knows is a bit out of order from what is normally done. Done? Well, a platform we have learned, is a statement of positions on issues, which a political party makes promises to achieve. Hm. Sort of like a check off list of things they want and they will make happen. The Campaign is all about exactly what they say they will do to achieve the promises in their Platform. The Election is to vote the candidate of a party to a specific job where they do what the platform wanted and promised. The term of office an elected candidate spends seems to be nothing at all to do with the platform.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">This brought up quite a debate at ECCH, why would a platform for Easter Creature 2012 be needed at all....We didn't do the 'party' step. We went directly to having a candidate and we knew our Noah and anyone who had met the Rude Rabbit would know all they needed to know. But Piper has started to speak lately, thanks to Herzig, and in the middle of the debate he started talking.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">"The reason we should write a platform of all the things we believe is so we can remind ourselves of the reasons the position of Easter Creature shouldn't belong to any one creature. It is a very very important job. Its a job all about joy, spring, kindness and being nice. It is a job about a religious belief that helps children understand their faith. And it makes me think that there must be similar wonderful ways for children growing up in all faiths and maybe those who celebrate Easter could learn about those other children and their faiths. And our Noah's encounter last spring with that Rude Rabbit showed that the Rabbit has begun to care more about himself than being nice. We don't want children learning about Easter from the Rabbit."</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">I looked around the headquarters and saw that all the Ovines were listening very carefully to Piper. Piper had stopped talking but I knew that there was so much more he could share so I asked him to please go on.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">"If you want me to Sullivan" Piper said. "The Platform will be to remind us that the position of Easter Creature shouldn't belong to Ovines either. It will tell us before we become rude and inconsiderate Easter Ovines, just why Noah decided to ask to be Easter Creature." Piper looked down for a moment and then said, "I believe there should be several issues we address in the Platform. 1. That Easter Creature is for any creature. 2. That kindness is important. But I think we also should teach what Ellis the Ram and Esme the Ewe teach each of us. To be OPEN AND ACCEPTING of everyone and every belief. 3. That life in the pasture or a rabbit hole or a nest in the tree is all about being careful how we live. Pastures aren't made of plastic and can't be purchased in a store, so why should Easter baskets. Easter should be all about being Green. After all, Green is the color in the Pasture. Green is one of the colors that tell us its Spring. Green is the color of growing. That is all I have to say, Thank You Sullivan for allowing me to speak."</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">One by one each of us agreed that those 3 ideas were the perfect beginning for the PLATFORM. As baa'ing broke out it was soon decided that 1.Easter doesn't belong to only 1 Creature and 2. Open and Accepting, would be easy to explain in our PLATFORM. But the real fun would be in 3. Green. Somewhere I just knew Noah was saying, TAKE THAT RUDE RABBIT!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;">ECCH~CM SULLIVAN</span></strong></span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-10091808089434392602011-06-17T12:41:00.000-02:302011-06-19T13:38:30.374-02:30<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">3. NEEDLES, The Easiest of the Three</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><em>POSTED BY HERZIG</em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Finding 'things' belonging to my HC can be a daunting challenge. She's not a hoarder and she has worked very hard to conquer her 'pack rat' habits. But she is and will never be cured of her ADHD. The flock has learned to live with a HC with Severe Combined ADHD, which can alternate between frustrating and funny. Well, that would be 'funny' and 'frustrating' for us and 'Uber Frustrating' for her. What we truly find outrageously funny is when we hear other HCs speak about how focused and insightful she is about something. And she is, externally. Internally she is a huge whirlwind, Or as she describes it.....inside her brain is a big room which contains thousands of ping pong balls and filled with static electricity causing the balls to fly around non-stop day and night. So while she is amazingly creative and obsessively engaged in organizing items and schedules, sheoften gets sidelined before completing a task. When she is knee deep in a task any distraction can overwhelm her causing great stress. And should her 'flow be broken' it will cause complete failure UNLESS. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">UNLESS, we have come to learn, means 'time'. Our HC requires 'processing' time. For example, our HC loves nothing more than sitting and frolicking with the flock and can spend hours with us, which we love. But if we plan to sit and frolic at 1500 on Tuesday and on Monday Ellis says to her, "Hey lets just all frolic right now." She falls off the pasture fence. Ellis has learned and is very adept at saying instead....."HC? I know we planned on sitting and frolicking Tuesday at 1500 but <em>perhaps</em></span></strong><em> </em><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and only if you want, we could say~~frolic in about an hour? If you decide it is OK just let us know." As Esme is very astute also and takes great care to teach us all, we generally have gotten much better at 'processing' time also. So ADHD is a system about which we are very knowledgeable. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Oh yea, finding things belonging to our HC. One of the little quirks of ADHD can be clutter. Add to the our HC also suffers from OCD-Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Which means even with clutter she is always working at organizing the clutter just so. This is great if the organization has reached a good place but not so much if she hasn't 'gotten back to that' due to her high distractability issues. Clear as a fence post, right?</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">How does this relate to the 3rd and final item I must find. Fortunately the needles she uses for knitting are generally collected and organized in one spot, if a needle isn't engaged in a project. Ah, maybe I'd best correct the collected and organized statement. The needles are 'collected' although not precisely 'organized'. But the system works for our HC. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM97gjI89qrS0cn9PjGXjGD_OGL3B_MAUhHWIozGENErM6CKI3s7c3kcQfppECXQpfGp_kvlvuidWaTyBsBYnGGV08QCmPVlUCwdh0Yejk2rMbibFrdMqkIbi8jlzsnF9dnxD3L7wT9s4/s1600/8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM97gjI89qrS0cn9PjGXjGD_OGL3B_MAUhHWIozGENErM6CKI3s7c3kcQfppECXQpfGp_kvlvuidWaTyBsBYnGGV08QCmPVlUCwdh0Yejk2rMbibFrdMqkIbi8jlzsnF9dnxD3L7wT9s4/s400/8.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">We know just where to find the place the needles are stored, in a rolling cart in the second drawer. And as we all go to school, I am a dap hoof at numbers. The pattern said SIZE 3 DP NEEDLES. Although still baffled by the meaning of DP the '3' should help me find what I needed. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Then when I was looking through the drawer I noticed although all the needles had pointed ends to move fiber around, some were pointed on both ends. While others were pointed at one end with a sort of lid on the other. AND some had points at both ends but flexible ropes in between 2 pieces with pointed ends. Pointed? The 'P' might mean pointed. AH HA, another flash of insight. Maybe the needles with 'points' at each end.....meaning 2 ends.....and if 1 point meant SINGLE perhaps the 'D' might stand for DOUBLE. 1=SINGLE AND 2=DOUBLE. Well, might as well give it a try. So I selected different sorts of needles in cases with the number '3'. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-DAZsOM_8o/Tf4aq1oOpBI/AAAAAAAABQU/Am6_-7z7Yg4/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G-DAZsOM_8o/Tf4aq1oOpBI/AAAAAAAABQU/Am6_-7z7Yg4/s640/9.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I selected one with a flexible rope between the pointed pieces as that seems to be the sort of needle our HC usually knits with and a packet full of needles which had a 3 on it. The rope needles were in a packet so I knew they also were 3's but decided it might be easier to transport all to the pasture to join the fiber, if I removed the rope needles from the packet. Now I would need to developed my approach with my HC. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Next, getting our HC to cooperate,</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">HERZIG</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-49344533926869355242011-06-16T11:41:00.000-02:302011-06-19T12:41:23.404-02:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">NEXT-HOW TO KNIT THE EGGPLANT</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"><em>POSTED BY HERZIG</em></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I could have spent days, weeks, months FOREVER looking through all the books and papers belonging to my HC but who knows if she still had the pattern anymore. I had no idea when the knitted Eggplant was completed. Best to try and find it on the Internet. If it wasn't there my mission was sure to fail. But luck was on my side and with Himhe's assistance, as I'm not all that computer literate, SUCCESS!</span></strong></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>So I found what looked like the logical site to have the pattern </strong></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>for</strong></span> <strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the knitted Eggplant. Again my luck held as I selected the one at the top of the list of suggested matches. As I crossed all 4 of my hooves, which made it a bit tricky to click the cursor I can tell you!!!! I managed to click. I closed my eyes and counted to 10. And when I opened my eyes............</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aafLZCbkdg/Tfya7VIciEI/AAAAAAAABP4/zCTXFUzJqIc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aafLZCbkdg/Tfya7VIciEI/AAAAAAAABP4/zCTXFUzJqIc/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>There was the very thing I'd been looking for....at the back of the bowl on the picture in front of me on the computer~~~A KNITTED EGGPLANT! So it was a matter of scrolling down until I found what I wanted~~~~</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">A KNITTED EGGPLANT PATTERN.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Himhe showed me how to save the pattern into a file in Documents. And amazingly we found a file called 'patterns' in that library. Opening it up we saw several files all clearly marked, but nothing saying 'eggplant' or 'vegetables'. But there was a file called 'odds and ends' and that is where I saved the knitted Eggplant pattern. So when I tackle our HC to make a new knitted Eggplant for my best-est friend Piper, I would tell my HC just where to find part 2 of my hunt. 1. Yarn 2. Pattern, all that is left for this part of my hunt was what needles my HC would need to knit with. But what needle. And then just before I finished with the computer search I caught sight of just what I needed........</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">The Hunt Continues, </span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>Herzig</em></strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-1758168249829237872011-06-15T13:20:00.000-02:302011-06-19T12:40:42.788-02:30<div align="center"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Technical Problems Creating Campaign Material !</span></strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>posted from ECCH Staff</em></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">The other tasks were going well but we were suddenly being plagued with technical issues due to our Campaign Materials Software. Callopie, our Office Manager, had done research and found a company offering a great deal. So we ordered it and got to work. All went off without a hitch, we thought. But when we later opened them up to finalize and print-things weren't as we had 'saved' them. We investigated the entire ECCH staff but no one had been on the computer so no ovine action seemed to be responsible for the problems. The first problem we noticed was a line which appeared on a sign we were planning. The two small photos here show what we saw when we opened the saved file.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also, don't misunderstand, we like purple very much. Purple is one of our favorite colors. But we didn't put the little purple line there! Plus the color purple from the 'before' was different from the color purple in the 'after'. Noah, The Grey One, is normally our 'figure it out via research' ovine. But he was in the Dennison Pasture with his Campaign Manager Mr Sparkles working on campaign strategies. Himhe and Ovi spent a few days at the computer trying everything they could to find the answers but finally had to admit, they had no answers. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">So we asked our Callopie for the information on the software and where she had procured the product. After a bit of time on the computer she had all the information we needed. The software we purchased came from Campaign Design Software Co. owned by UBuyWeNoSupport Inc. They had a live chat line we could go to, which we had no doubt would explain and give solutions for our problems. At least that is what we hoped. Before we started our live chat and knowing our HC has often used such resources for many items she has purchased, it was decided we get some pointers on the best approach with this method. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">That is when we first heard the <u>word</u>~~~<em>the name</em>~~~MUQBAR. Based on our HC's reaction...the flock realized.....we might be in big trouble. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
<strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Sullivan and staff at ECCH</em></span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-73750085777876724972011-06-14T02:09:00.000-02:302011-06-14T02:09:38.041-02:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>First, Find Everything!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">posted by Herzig</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13;"> </span><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #274e13;">My</span> <span style="color: #274e13;">clue was our HC, as one who knits, probably had made the knitted Eggplant. Now our HC is always working at something and always has many needles on which grow things made from fiber. And I didn't want to answer any questions from her about what I was looking for, so I would need to be weary as I searched. Plus based on the few facts I'd gathered I was taking a big chance I would find what I was seeking. I would need to search for 2separate things fiber and sticks, but the most important would be the fiber. </span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0ay1W61D7sWNpRQLpbovgqfP9YKtAeTvOep4mWg4xaBMZcYh1693yWU3ZNkwDhpZWZ5ETPC9uGjcAcwfH22kYFdBmUCPvSbSvZZddEFajGHZTHLO1OuTnkiz0-G5D0hURuRUXXybptk/s1600/0+Crawling+through+yarn+totes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0ay1W61D7sWNpRQLpbovgqfP9YKtAeTvOep4mWg4xaBMZcYh1693yWU3ZNkwDhpZWZ5ETPC9uGjcAcwfH22kYFdBmUCPvSbSvZZddEFajGHZTHLO1OuTnkiz0-G5D0hURuRUXXybptk/s400/0+Crawling+through+yarn+totes.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Certainly as items of fiber come in things called skeins and the knitted Eggplant wasn't all that big and IF the only thing our HC made with the 2 colors of fiber was the knitted Eggplant~CERTAINLY THERE SHOULD BE PLENTY OF THE SAME COLORED FIBER LEFTOVER. So I began to poke about all the places our HC keeps her fiber. So one by one I checked the piles of fiber and to my great delight, SUCCESS! </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVGY96hncSM/TfbYrHH9b6I/AAAAAAAABOU/Svn6HnRRBFc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="397" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVGY96hncSM/TfbYrHH9b6I/AAAAAAAABOU/Svn6HnRRBFc/s400/1.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>The first place I looked was the Green fiber. The green was used to make the leaves on top of the knitted Eggplant. I didn't know if I should be thrilled at how quickly I located the green fiber or maybe it was more likely to be worried that all else would be difficult to locate. I chose to be thrilled and collected the green fiber and put it in my secret place in the pasture. Now, I had to find the <span style="color: #351c75;">purple fiber.</span></strong></span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUN_4h6kgpw/TfbZIkYt6LI/AAAAAAAABOc/RkM65QXSZOU/s1600/3+Green+and+Purple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wUN_4h6kgpw/TfbZIkYt6LI/AAAAAAAABOc/RkM65QXSZOU/s320/3+Green+and+Purple.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <strong><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took the <span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">purple</span> and put it with the <span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">green</span>. Search 1 completed-I found the fiber. </span><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next search would be a bit different from the search for the fiber. Fiber was easily seen all about where our HC lives. But what about the sticks that the fiber is attached too to do knitting. How would I know if a special stick in a specific size was required? Ah, now that I thought about it, it seems our HC always has a paper or a book of some sort as she is knitting...........as much as I wanted to keep my plan secret I was going to need to speak to someone who might know about the knitting things.....HIMHE!!! Himhe had something made by our HC which was knitted. His special cap, the one that is always on his head because he is of the Jewish faith. Himhe would be my next step then. And Himhe is very trustworthy and kind and knowledgeable. </span></strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial;">In the morning perhaps. It had gotten dark and I was extremely weary. Finding the fiber and sneaking it away to the secret place in the pasture was a lot of work. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial;">Time for sleep, </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Arial;">Herzig</span></strong></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">And the colors which will be perfect are Purple and <span style="color: #274e13;">Green. </span><span style="color: #20124d;">I came home from my search up at the pasture of my HC's parents, in the country. I had looked everywhere I could think of, no knitted Eggplant. That night before we fell asleep I told Piper of all the places I had looked and to keep the faith as I would find the knitted Eggplant. Piper sighed but what he said gave me encouragement. He told me that he wanted to thank me for taking all the time and facing all the danger of looking in holes, under places and even climbing up into a bird bath and a tree. Thanks was all I needed to not give up. And he was talking more and more, and not in Eggplant. Each day more and more of my best-est friend Piper was coming back. </span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">After a night's rest, as we were all breakfasting on MLGV, my mind was thinking away. I knew I was missing something, but what? Start back at the beginning! Our HC reads to us each night from mystery stories, our favorites are written by our GFBFHD and CBFED, I have learned that our hero's~~~<span style="color: #cc0000;"><em>VICKY HILL AND PENNY BRANNIGAN</em></span> often tell themselves~~~Start back at the beginning and think of everything. Think carefully to see if there is anything you missed. Or something you had seen or known but hadn't thought about. Or think about what you do know but from a different <span style="color: #38761d;"><em>perspective</em></span> {I got that word from Noah long ago}. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">So while we all were munching away I did just that, I thought about the knitted Eggplant which could be viewed as the start of the story. I STOPPED MUNCHING AND REALIZED, a <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><u><em>knitted</em></u></span> Eggplant. Quickly I bounced over to Piper and asked him where he got his knitted Eggplant and he told me he found it. Where did you find it was my next question. Piper explained that one day when he had no one to play with he had been looking about in our HC's room. And he had found the knitted Eggplant sitting in a basket full of yarn and knitting needles. It looked lonely and as he was lonely he carried it out of the basket and went to find our HC. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">I asked Piper what he went to ask the HC. "If I could play with the Eggplant and keep it with me in the pasture" he said. "Why ask our HC?" I said. And there it was, the answer to the puzzle. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">No, the answer wasn't finding the lost knitted Eggplant. But there was an even better answer!!!! Because Piper answered my why question by saying<em><u> "Well since the knitted Eggplant was in a basket in her room and because as anyone in the flock knows~~~our HC knits. The only reason why the knitted Eggplant was in the basket in her room was she must have KNITTED THE EGGPLANT!"</u></em></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">At that point I started HLBing all around the pasture bleating "THAT'S IT THAT'S IT". "What's it?" said all the ovines around us. I loudly bleated, "THE ANSWER!!!!"</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">I was Vicky Hill and Penny Brannigan all rolled into one, except of course that I am a boy and they are girls. NOW, I knew what had to be done so I began my quest.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial;">HERZIG</span></strong> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-78100059023392592982011-06-08T19:02:00.001-02:302011-06-08T19:06:47.495-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="background-color: #999999; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">SHE JUST APPEARED!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">posted by Esme the Ewe</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong><span style="font-family: Arial;">There we were, bedtime and all was settling down in the pasture, when our HC came and told us we needed to come upstairs. Upstairs to her pasture. Telling the flock to go to sleep and leaving Willie in charge, as the oldest Ovine, we followed her up the stairs. Ellis asked what she wanted us to go to her pasture for at this time of night</span></strong>, <strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You'll See" was the only answer she gave. Once in her pasture she point to the other side of her sleeping place so I followed Ellis as we moved about the foot of her bed to the other side. Again Ellis ask what was there to see. "Up and Over on the blue dresser on top of the Indian Blanket" she said pointing toward it.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">Finally without us asking she reached down and us lifted up onto her bed. We both walked toward the dresser.......and then we saw. The fleece balls and the collecting area for future fleece balls. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I said "you mean the glass under the pile of fleece waiting to be wound?" No came the answer. "You and Ellis are looking at the wrong end of the pile, the other end." Both Ellis and I looked very carefully and at just as he started to say "All I see is more"~~~it moved??? Every so slightly but both Ellis and I stood quite still and watched it and yes, there it was again. It seemed to be gently swaying from side to side. </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">At that point Ellis said "OK, lets go see what is behind the fleece pile." Our HC said "no just wait a moment, we don't want to scare it away". Then a sound, a tiny little bleat! The sort of sound young lambs make when standing beside their mothers when they are a bit timid. And again the bleat. At that point, a little head popped up and looked out over the fleece pile!!!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">Ellis left the bed and went downstairs and the little lamb with the littlest of steps began to come to me. "Hello you pretty little lamb. I'm Esme the Ewe and you will be safe here. By what name shall we call you?" </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">And she bleated very softly........Grace.</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">Always with open pasture gates, </span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial;">Esme the Ewe</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-16569036590072946332011-06-06T02:48:00.001-02:302011-06-07T12:14:53.824-02:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">My Buddy, Piper</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdCxslZNIf6Kdc0F59JxC2zuWLJYAmXhslRNw6v5qET-K5_D0-IP_aIUS4DtHX_amI2XnE0BK3xDjyUZv2m7K_RBteU5l8j1X0F0ttmmW0yVaKMlRXXVceES4lJK5igU45Jh6tcBRWsy0/s1600/IMGP1735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Piper aka Eggplant is once again getting better. He doesn't speak to me in Eggplant any more...but he really doesn't talk much at all. I mean he never was a chatterbox but now he speaks even less. He is my best-est friend and will always be we were adopted together from Patternworks in New Hampshire. But he still seems very sad. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I know if I had just been a better friend and not been so busy and I hadn't stopped treating Piper as a friend should, than maybe this would have never happened. Maybe if I'd been a better friend he would never have found the knitted Eggplant. If I hadn't been so busy maybe he wouldn't have begun to think he would be happier being an Eggplant. If he hadn't lost his Eggplant or if I had been a better friend when he did lose his Eggplant, maybe he wouldn't have suffered from VDD. He certainly would miss his knitted Eggplant if it were lost, but with a friend to feel sad along with him, the VDD might never have appeared. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>I wasn't there when he needed me and so I've decided to go and look for his Eggplant. Piper tells me the last thing he remembers is going on an Adventure and when he came back he couldn't find Eggplant. But he doesn't remember exactly where they went on the Adventure. Ellis the Ram and Esme the Ewe have been so busy with a new Ovine that wandered in and with the rest of the flock all working on the Easter Creature 2012 Campaign, I have no one to ask just where the Adventure happened. So last week I went with my HC, up to the house she worries so about and works so hard on, and hunted all around for the knitted Eggplant. </strong></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">AND I LOOKED EVERYWHERE!!!</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While my HC got things ready to mow the lawn I decided to start at the far right corner of the yard. There was a beautiful tree with fragrant Lilacs. Now what better place for an Eggplant to hide than among lilac colored flowers. So up I climbed into the tree and hunted on each branch and each crook where branches separated. But no knitted Eggplant.</span></strong></div><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, over in the opposite end of the yard I noticed some tiny red colors peeking out all around this tree. So over I went and up I climbed. But quickly I realized that this tree had very large thorns on all its branches. And they were quite painful when they poked through my fleece to my body. But once I was up in this tree I decided I might as well look thoroughly, to avoid having to check this tree again. I found out later this is a Quince bush. Quinces are some sort of fruit and I hope they taste good as it would appear its very risky to get the Quinces out of their place of growth, Again, No knitted Eggplant.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between this thorny bush and the porch with screens, making it lovely to sit and watch birds, I noticed a bird bath. Fortunately it had no water nor bird 'deposits' in it although for my friend Piper such things wouldn't stop me from looking. So up I climbed to the bowl on top of the pedestal upon which it rested and looked. No knitted Eggplant. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With all that climbing I needed a bit of a rest so I walked along the lawn by the porch and around the corner to a beautiful herb bed but saw nothing purple at all. When I got past the herb bed I came to the back of the house where a wooden porch had been built. Under it was a deep cave. So I edged my way under the trough holding Portulaca and once under could see light at the other side. Thank goodness the light allowed me to look all around under the wooden porch without having to crawl into the darkness. Just to make sure nothing was hiding I did call out, just in case. No knitted Eggplant. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It occurred to me that on the other side of the bird bath had been a tree which seemed to be about to bloom. And a hint of purple could be seen poking about on the buds. So I walked back along the porch and looked up. Indeed it seemed purple colors might be about to appear. Later my HC explained it was called a Butterfly Bush and would soon have purple flowers all over it. It is called a Butterfly Bush because the flowers call out to Butterflies and when the time was right it was possible to sit and enjoy Butterflies and Blooms. The leaves didn't hide anything so after I looked over the bush I decided to check under the bush. No knitted Eggplant. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Next I remembered there had been 2 places back on the side of the yard where the Lilacs were, so over I went. There it was a huge dense patch of green leaves growing skyward. I recognized it from a picture. It was the leaves of a root which was called Horseradish. A favorite of the PPU of our HC, from who she learned the joys of the root. It was daunting but in I went. I explored under all the Horseradish plant leaves and it took quite a while. No knitted Eggplant.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I heard my HC call out at that time that it would soon be time to put away all the lawn care items and begin to prepare to return home. She told me to look in the last few spots while she took care of the equipment. Fortunately a place I still wanted to look was right next to the Horseradish patch so over I went. I looked up into the Sage plant and easily could see there was no place to hide. But the bottom of the plant was covered in grass and weeds so I gave a quick look there. No knitted Eggplant.</span></strong><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbBJwUFlw18/TexUBNLSmBI/AAAAAAAABNE/R2uDn3mkRyw/s1600/Checking+where+the+water+drains+from+the+washing+machine+and+pool.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gbBJwUFlw18/TexUBNLSmBI/AAAAAAAABNE/R2uDn3mkRyw/s640/Checking+where+the+water+drains+from+the+washing+machine+and+pool.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">I had searched very hard and it was very hot but until my HC called that we were leaving there still were spots to check. I walked back toward the Quince Bush looking in the pine hedges and searching in the lawn. It was then I discovered a hole. Covered with lawn growing over it. It was a bit scary but maybe, just maybe....I put my head down and burrowed through the grass. Luckily it wasn't an animal hole but rather was a drain of some sort in cement in the shape of the bottom half of a circle and where the cement went under the ground I could see a white tube. This must be where water from the pool and washing machine would empty. So I knew even if something had rolled into it it would have been floated out when the HC was washing clothing or cleaned the pool with the filter. No knitted Eggplant. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">I felt very badly that I would soon be returning to the pasture with no good news to report to my friend Piper. Maybe this wasn't where the Adventure happened. I would ask Ellis and Esme when they had time. The only thing I knew is nothing was lost in the pasture. </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">On the way home I began to wonder if there might be another way to find a knitted Eggplant? </span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">I won't give up,</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;">Herzig</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-45243856925069908542011-05-27T15:29:00.000-02:302011-05-27T15:29:29.521-02:30<div align="center"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"><strong>HOT HOT HOT</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">posted by Ovi</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Have to say, IT'S HOT. I'm wondering if Daniel had the right idea of working on the West Coast for a while. Of course haven't checked the weather past Joplin Missouri. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I woke up last night from a nightmare. Well, at first I thought it was a nice dream. There we were. The Flock. All of us together in a fresh spring pasture. Clumps of <span style="color: #38761d;">MLGV</span> EVERYWHERE. And plenty for all of us. When my dream started we all were gathered in the center of the pasture, happily baa'ing together between chomping on wonderful soft tasty <span style="color: #38761d;">MLGV</span>. And we didn't have to munch it down to the dirt, there was so much. So we would take the bestest tastiest part off the tops of clumps where we stood. Then like by magic we would find ourselves in a fresh spot of the pasture and enjoying the bestest tastiest part off the tops of clumps. When I would look back at where we had been chomping, I COULDN'T FIND WHERE IT WAS. Because after we left and were in another spot, the <span style="color: #38761d;">MLGV</span> would quickly grow back.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">HEAVEN. PASTURE HEAVEN. </span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then the sound came...First a breeze began but it rapidly became a wind that rapidly became big gusts with trees surrounding the pasture bending over in pain. We all stopped chomping and the entire flock began to bleat with worry. Then all of a sudden it got very chilly and a big noise appeared. I looked over past the poor trees and it was no longer a sunny lovely day. The sky was grey. And not the beautiful grey of Noah. But an angry angry grey and then big flashes of light. THUNDER!!!! And that sound? What was that sound?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was then that Sullivan said he had heard that sound. Long ago when young he had been pushed into a crate with his sister. The crate was put on a big cement shelf next to long long out of sight row of 2 metal things. And between the metal things which went out of sight over the horizon, were wood things which fit between the metal things. And while Sullivan was frightened in this crate on this cement he had heard the same sound. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We asked "WHAT WAS THE SOUND?" Sullivan said it was a long long group of boxes that came over the horizon and was heading right for his crate. And the closer the boxes came to them the louder the noise became. Until the boxes were almost right next to the cement when it began to slow down til it stopped right in front of his crate. It was OK though Sullivan said because then a man put his crate into one of the boxes and made sure it was secure, closed the doors of the box and from inside he began to heard the noise return but hearing from the inside so not nearly as frightening. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was at that point we all heard Esme yell, FLOCK....HURRY.......COME WITH US......THERE IS A TORNADO COMING AND WE KNOW THE SOUND IT MAKES, LIKE THAT OF A TRAIN.....HURRY HURRY HURRY. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then the wind became like nothing I've ever seen and it began to pick me up....at that point though, WHEW WHEW WHEW I woke up. Only a nightmare. Then I remembered watching the weather with my HC. Now all of it made sense what they talked about in this Joplin Missouri.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wonder if it was hot where Daniel was? Wonder if it is hot where Eleanor is? And we all wonder how all the ovines in Joplin Missouri are? And where a flock is there are always human creatures who need looking after. They think they look after us Ovines but in reality it is we, the Ovines, who watch over the Humans. We hope they are alright!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ovi</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-72667803835436925452011-05-18T18:55:00.002-02:302011-05-18T19:29:22.476-02:30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">DANIEL SENDS WORD via HANNAH</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;">posted by Bobble H. Ovine</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz20yNvEEaWP9TXQQvVV93gwqJAYD89PxhccnRqyoX90SV-0fdL7qlOKaw322FmechmRpu1RChkkG5Hd7NzLiFdLqaqCyTik2-gBURHU1Ar4cAnOhtscffNUexkmu9qrnXg5tFLwK9zv8/s1600/Daniel+and+his+brothers.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><img border="0" height="300" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz20yNvEEaWP9TXQQvVV93gwqJAYD89PxhccnRqyoX90SV-0fdL7qlOKaw322FmechmRpu1RChkkG5Hd7NzLiFdLqaqCyTik2-gBURHU1Ar4cAnOhtscffNUexkmu9qrnXg5tFLwK9zv8/s400/Daniel+and+his+brothers.jpeg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">FINALLY! Word from our GFBFHD, advising the flock that our Daniel is safe in the Dennison Pasture. I have been very worried about my best friend. Oh, me? I'm Bobble H. Ovine, but Daniel calls me Bobble, which is fine by me. Guess now that Esme assigned me to post the news I will soon be tasked to post about <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"><span style="background-color: white;">myself on MEET THE OVINES. But in the meantime there is the really </span>IMPORTANT NEWS</span>. Daniel and his bed~bowl arrived safely in California. Our Hannah had been doing 'author' stuff in North Carolina but arriving home quickly informed us of Daniel. {Hope Hannah didn't return with some of that southern accent. I can't imagine what an British way of speaking accent wise combined with a southern drawl may sound like?}</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><strong>We received 2 photos from Hannah to verify her news so we share one with all of you. Daniel, of course, is safe in his bed~bowl beside which the other 2 Mache Triplets stand. I couldn't tell which was Duncan and which was Dennison. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><strong>I had met the Mache Triplets when they first arrived but once I observed the way they treated Daniel I just kept my distance. <em>And for that I am so VERY sorry.</em> I haven't really told Daniel how horrible I feel that I didn't do the RIGHT thing. By that I mean, <span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #4c1130;">I didn't help Daniel</span>. I didn't speak up when his brothers bullied him. I mean, I have never bullied ANYONE. But over the last 2 years, while Duncan and Dennison have been learning about how their behavior hurts others and worked to change their ways, I have also been learning that it is just as bad to stand by and watch as someone is bullied. When Daniel comes home I will apologize and because I have learned how wrong it was to not try to stop the bullying.......I will never stand by silent again. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><strong>Opps, think I was just suppose to announce that Daniel has arrived safely. And he has. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia;"><strong>For my bestest friend in the world~Daniel, </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong> <span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><em>BOBBLE H. OVINE</em></span></strong></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-87329403064838517982011-05-17T19:29:00.000-02:302011-05-17T12:35:43.402-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Ellis the</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">Ram takes Piper aka Eggplant to Ellis the Original</span></em></span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"><strong>posted upon return by Ellis the Ram</strong></span></div><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>As Esme had requested I immediately went in search of our HC who regularly saw our MTF, Ellis the therapist. {For which we are eternally grateful!!!} When I told her of Piper's disappearance~into an <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span>, she seemed puzzled. "<span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant?</span> Are you sure he isn't teasing you? He had asked me to help him make an <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span> costume for last nights Trick or Treat, that's all. Its just a costume." Again I explained to her that since Piper had lost the <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span>, the one she had made long ago, he had become increasingly withdrawn. As she still stood there looking puzzled I must admit I began to get annoyed. Finally, and it just came out I swear it did, I fussed in a raised voice at her saying, "If you hadn't made and then allowed Piper to find that silly knitted <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span> to begin with, then let him carry it around, Then take it with him that day when he <em><span style="color:#330099;">lost</span></em> it, THEN helped him secretly make that costume~~~~Maybe I wouldn't be here having to convince you our Piper is in need of Ellis the Original HELP!"</strong>
<strong>She just stood there with that typical 'Who ME?' look on her face......but finally shrugged and said "OK, I'll call Ellis and see when he can see Piper or <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span>....What am I supposed to call him now anyway?" {I turned and went back to the pasture to wait for her to call, muttering inappropriate Baa'^%$s and Bleat*&(^s the entire way}.</strong></span></div>
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<p align="center">But a short while later my HC came to the pasture and said that MTF Ellis had free time the next morning, actually right before her appointment. I immediately told her we would be waiting at the gate at the designated departure time. And Piper aka Eggplant and I soon arrived at the office of our MTF Ellis the Original. Piper aka Eggplant climbed into a seat across the room from where HC and I were seated. And we waited to be called.</p></strong></span>
<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PfhKzN0U0s/TdGf0U7bt8I/AAAAAAAABH0/VHD6p6wFEX0/s1600/Waiting%2Broom%2B2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607438732372981698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PfhKzN0U0s/TdGf0U7bt8I/AAAAAAAABH0/VHD6p6wFEX0/s400/Waiting%2Broom%2B2.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>And we waited.......
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<strong><span style="color:#006600;">And we waited.......until finally MTF's door opened and he called out "Ellis the Ram?" I hopped off the chair and bounced over to him where we had a whispered conversation and I detailed the situation with Piper or <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span>. Fortunately unlike our HC, no puzzled look and no further questions.......Ellis winked at me and stood up calling out <span style="color:#6600cc;">"</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">EGGPLANT? Please come on into my office."</span> Piper aka <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span> hopped of his chair and followed our MTF into the office and the door shut behind them. {I had asked our MTF that although he couldn't reveal the actual conversation without permission perhaps photos would ease the minds back at the flock}.
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjk9C-lT6sU3K61R74U9-p737TRRFQd7ae7LsDmfteeMdmEh1ae76TOk_4gqsaPyudVg9y2BEz_5XprrpuGM6XquVC8gj0MBSNVW2mOkKfT4Erba5xzMpFC6PCmMHqTeOuIvJkO0u21KE/s1600/on+couch.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607438718509392370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjk9C-lT6sU3K61R74U9-p737TRRFQd7ae7LsDmfteeMdmEh1ae76TOk_4gqsaPyudVg9y2BEz_5XprrpuGM6XquVC8gj0MBSNVW2mOkKfT4Erba5xzMpFC6PCmMHqTeOuIvJkO0u21KE/s400/on+couch.JPG" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#006600;">I did see Piper aka <span style="color:#6600cc;">Eggplant</span> hop onto a couch, where I have sat myself a few times in support of my HC. With a deep sigh I returned to my seat next to my HC and we waited. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#006600;">About an hour later the door opened and MTF and 'whoever' exited the office. MTF walked over to my HC and I, he smiled and nodded at us and handed us an envelope. Saying his 'client' had given permission for us to know all about the visit and the results. And if we had any further questions he was always happy to see us or speak to us on a phone. Ellis the Original then asked after Esme and everyone in the flock. Then he and my HC went into the office and closed the door for their appointment. Piper aka Eggplant hopped up into a seat, this time next to me and actually spoke to me. "Good Morning Ellis and I'm sorry I worried everyone. I didn't realize how badly the loss of my friend, my Eggplant, effected me." I asked him if he felt better and he said, a little better. "Are you going to take your costume off? And is it alright if we still call you Piper?" Quiet for a moment he said "Yes of course my name is Piper, I understand that. And.....I will take my costume off.....soon.....or a bit later. Ellis said I could wear it a bit longer if I wished, maybe tonight take the top off my head, then maybe down to my middle........I will take it all the way off........soon." </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#006600;">"Sounds good to me Piper" I said. "Whenever you want to do those things is fine. And you know we all love you." Finally, the first smile from our Piper......in a long time began to peek through. I opened the envelope and inside were 2 photos of Piper's time in the office with Ellis and a folded piece of paper. I would save the paper for later when back in the pasture with Esme. But the photos made me feel good. On the back of each MTF had written words. They were:
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</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidfa-FjPPR3pI8fEVxtCKZFlVpGZb-FVqkZVNu6UI9h4zvZmaQtyX6xKciYRnlqfwEfuFk_NKyhhyDOTN0LyIbva0wZok4YpdMsT7ffnXWQm7cKHFc2mqK0TRSmo6PHxDxeBFuyXCJ-8/s1600/office+visit+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607438715934776178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgidfa-FjPPR3pI8fEVxtCKZFlVpGZb-FVqkZVNu6UI9h4zvZmaQtyX6xKciYRnlqfwEfuFk_NKyhhyDOTN0LyIbva0wZok4YpdMsT7ffnXWQm7cKHFc2mqK0TRSmo6PHxDxeBFuyXCJ-8/s400/office+visit+1.jpg" /></a>
<strong><span style="color:#330099;">I listened very quietly and carefully while the young Ovine told me of his sorrow over the loss of his friend. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#006600;">When our HC emerged and we all said our goodbyes to our MTF we went home. </span></strong>
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<strong><span style="color:#006600;">Ellis the Ram</span></strong> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-41812016585139768332011-05-17T11:17:00.002-02:302011-05-17T11:26:52.323-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">ACROYNMS UPDATE</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">With moving the Acroynm of the Day {AOD} to its own page and the complete listing of Acroynms/Friends/Terms already on their own page.....flock asked me to do a SHORT {and they emphasized the word SHORT} post to let everyone know if you are confused when the 'letter abbreviations' are used they can be defined on the latter.....and if the FLOCK would do its own administrative task, on the AOD page on the day a new acroynm is used. </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">"YEA YEA I KNOW SHORT!" </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Bunch of Flock PIA's. <pia></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">BaaHaa back at you flock, S. E. Van Hyning</span></strong></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-2168752089861049792011-05-16T19:48:00.004-02:302011-05-17T00:39:45.309-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">NOW OPEN~East Coast Campaign Headquarters</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">posted by Callopie~Headquarter Chief Administrative Assistant{HCAA}</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">dictated by Sullivan~East Coast Campaign Headquarters Office Manager{ECCHOM}</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK-T6EMKNU4/TdGkKy7rLBI/AAAAAAAABIk/r8iJ_RNidBE/s1600/Hanging%2Bthe%2Bposter%2B1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607443516430691346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gK-T6EMKNU4/TdGkKy7rLBI/AAAAAAAABIk/r8iJ_RNidBE/s400/Hanging%2Bthe%2Bposter%2B1.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#333333;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">With</span> NOAH~THE GREY ONE <span style="color:#6600cc;">and Mr Sparkles</span></strong></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"> <strong>still working on the party platform and campaign itself on the West Coast, I decided we couldn't wait to get the GREEN FLAG. So I called together my 'team' to get things rolling here in the pasture. Himhe, always adept at recognizing problems, I brought in as my assistant. Marty Grau and Ovi both volunteered to assist where ever needed. To repay me for hiding all those days my little sister Callopie, volunteered as Administrative Assistant. </strong></span></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Now we realize all these decisions are subject to the candidates approval but we believe Noah concur with our choices. </span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Our first challenge would be to hang a sign so others would know where Campaign Headquarters WAS. We found one of Noah and the fleece balls which he used as a Blog Banner photo around Easter time. It was hanging on our HC's bulletin board upstairs. It took a lot of teamwork to climb up to the desk, pull the tacks out which held it onto the cork, then get it downstairs and outside. TEAMWORK, after which we gathered around and surveyed the sign. </span></strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">
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Our first idea was to hang it over on the area behind where the HCs sit and read on the porch. So Marty Grau and Himhe stayed on the porch floor while Ovi, Callopie and I dragged the sign up to the handle of the press. It did look nice but it would need to be attached somehow and our HC had nailed a rubber mat on the boards for privacy and to assist to block the stinky cigar of the man next door. {Not much of a help we think but might help.} The mat is black so Ovi thought it would be a good background for our colorful sign.
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<span style="color:#333333;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">So I moved from the chair arm to a spot below where Ovi and Callopie stood holding the sign. With directions from Himhe and Marty Grau from the floor and my assistance just below Ovi and Callopie wrestled the sign up bit by bit. With a tack brought from downstairs Ovi climbed up and secured the sign on the black rubber wall.
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<span style="color:#333333;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Stepping back I agreed with the 2 on the floor that it did look nice up there.
But when we all got back down on the floor and thought about it, we all agreed that it would better lower, where creatures who would be voting could see it. So back up Ovi went, and all by himself this time, and detached the sign and sent it floating down to us. </span></strong>
</span><span style="color:#333333;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7vS-5bk7vQ/TdGkKPMCBoI/AAAAAAAABIE/pAfqvFWPU8k/s1600/Hanging%2Bthe%2Bposter%2B5.JPG"><span style="color:#333333;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607443506835621506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7vS-5bk7vQ/TdGkKPMCBoI/AAAAAAAABIE/pAfqvFWPU8k/s400/Hanging%2Bthe%2Bposter%2B5.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#333333;"> </span><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>We got it attached to the front of the stand and stood back and surveyed it again. Yes! Looked great! EAST COAST CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS was OPEN!</strong></span>
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</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-43661077373765114572011-05-15T15:42:00.005-02:302011-05-16T00:20:58.600-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">We Just Thought It Was A Halloween Costume.....</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">posted by Ellis the Ram</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">After the birthday weekend adventure we returned to the pasture. Esme and I, Piper, Ovi and Himhe. It had been a fun time and Piper seemed happy enough when the flock asked about the adventure. But the Pumpkin which we had hoped may take the place of the Eggplant, Piper placed it with the Halloween decorations and never again carried it around. With only about a week til Trick or Treat all the younger ones in the flock baa'd day and night about costumes. Who would be going as a ghost, or a princess or even a cow. Piper didn't join in these discussions but every day seemed to go off into our HC's room. In there she keeps all the items she uses to knit and do other handwork type things. Sullivan reported that our HC and Piper had cleared a spot on a table and put a machine on it. They spent a great deal of time around the machine with scissors and thread and now and a humming sound could be heard. Once when Ovi went to watch and Piper asked Ovi if he would mind not watching them, as he was doing something special. When Ovi asked what it was Piper simply turned back to the machine where the HC was working and said-the flock would know on Trick or Treat night. Ovi reported all this including that the humming sound that seemed to belong to the machine on the table. Then the big night arrived, Trick or Treat night. Those in the flock who wished gathered together, all in their wonderful costumes. Himhe had a bunch of Dandelions on his head and said he was going as a weed patch. Ovi rolled in the mud then brushed it away in spots and said he was a Bovine, a cow. Sullivan was very clever and had found a bunch of sticks all around the pasture. Callopie helped him stick them into his fleece all over where the sticks stayed quite nicely. He said he was going as a pile of wood. As darkness arrived and we prepared to Trick or Treat we heard Piper yell "WAIT FOR ME". </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUHx5WpbqzT3Z-lvpjMHQHb48BLBNcs_7En-DquIsXhEwfC-Se70njwWKiSC89Nd5f4iGAVWkp-NBi2NMaSRJSQ2Mmp2kDOGsKjFQBPm2jDFeiir0i5Ad_ANImFXucXFs4oSknRYSHwE/s1600/Halloween+Evening.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607094461018159826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUHx5WpbqzT3Z-lvpjMHQHb48BLBNcs_7En-DquIsXhEwfC-Se70njwWKiSC89Nd5f4iGAVWkp-NBi2NMaSRJSQ2Mmp2kDOGsKjFQBPm2jDFeiir0i5Ad_ANImFXucXFs4oSknRYSHwE/s400/Halloween+Evening.JPG" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">We all turned around and there he was, dressed as an EGGPLANT. Although a bit taken aback quickly the flock erupted with Baa'rahs. And the flock unanimously decided that Piper had the best costume of all. With that we all Trick or Treated around the pasture.
</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU99ghZiDC613huDKf3M0qUEM3dqbCWDlukBIA4aKGLpcBy4MYAyibYJPGx67uISQWe0c67Q6e9AUT7a4mD9lscOqWih8WJC1NKb7v543JleHiTpETBv3JOiYfyrdaRuZJz_ipS2YT_s4/s1600/Next+Morning.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607087800929161522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU99ghZiDC613huDKf3M0qUEM3dqbCWDlukBIA4aKGLpcBy4MYAyibYJPGx67uISQWe0c67Q6e9AUT7a4mD9lscOqWih8WJC1NKb7v543JleHiTpETBv3JOiYfyrdaRuZJz_ipS2YT_s4/s400/Next+Morning.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">A short while later we returned. Ovi washed off the mud. Callopie, Esme and I helped Sullivan pull out all the pieces of wood and Himhe pulled the weeds out of his cap. But Piper didn't take off his Eggplant suit. When Ovi asked if he needed help to get it off Piper said "No, its very comfortable so I think I'll wear it for a while longer". As it was close to bedtime and had been a big night Esme and I sent the flock to bed.
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<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">BUT, when morning came and bit by bit the flock woke up and gathered to begin seeking MLGV......there was Piper, still in his Eggplant costume. Hm? Esme suggested so as not to tear or dirty the costume perhaps Piper should take it off and put it away, maybe for next year. That was when we knew was definitely wrong. Piper asked "What costume?" </span></strong>
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<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Esme and I just starred at each other. I asked Piper if he was teasing us. At that Piper said "Who is Piper?" Esme told him that was his name. "No, that isn't my name at all, I'm called Eggplant." </span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">At that point Esme just said "ELLIS, I THINK IT IS TIME TO CALL ELLIS".</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">I'd ask our HC to take us to the next appointment.......</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ellis The Ram</span></strong></p>
<p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-78125904692616743312011-05-12T10:09:00.001-02:302011-05-14T11:42:21.861-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">October until Halloween</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;">posted by Esme the Ewe</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Having discovered a knitted vegetable to replace Piper's <span style="color:#330099;">Eggplant</span>, we managed to interest him in the Pumpkin. Mostly by speaking of the importance of such a vegetable during the season of autumn. Piper was reluctant but slowly began to attend to the Pumpkin. But it was obvious that the relationship between Piper and the Pumpkin was nothing like Piper had felt for his <span style="color:#330099;">Eggplant</span>. We all knew we must work very hard to find a solution as once the autumn had passed things would return to our Piper laying about the pasture doing nothing. </span></strong></div>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">So, explaining that in preparation for Halloween, Ellis had planned an Adventure. And Piper and his Pumpkin was chosen, among a select few others, to go on the Adventure. Piper at first donned his green sweater as a chill of autumn was in the air. Our HC helped knowing of the pain the loss of her...or rather Piper's....<span style="color:#330099;">Eggplant</span>. She found a fleece bag she had made in black and orange wool. As she had also made the Pumpkin, and of course the <span style="color:#330099;">EGGPLANT</span>, she knew the bag would be perfect. Perfect for Halloween. Perfect to carry the Pumpkin. Perfect to place a lovely Jack-O-Lantern to its front. And all would loop PERFECTLY over our Piper's arm. She whispered into my ear "perhaps this will prevent the Pumpkin getting lost also". {Despite Ellis's pithy comments at times regarding our HC </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">we all know at she <em>can</em> be clever......sometimes!}. </span></strong></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606557897033140498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xrejTlMoZk/Tc5-s9lSSRI/AAAAAAAABEU/htEpnvqbMPI/s400/IMGP0523.JPG" />
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">With that we all settled in the vehicle, put on our seat belts and went on our Adventure. </span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">You see, this Adventure was in celebration of a rather special event, at least special to the HC's in our pasture. It was the weekend of our HC's entry into the world, her birthday. And she was becoming 56 years of age. {At times we are surprised she gets up in the morning due to all the groans we hear}. So the Adventure was to honor the event.</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606566441546035746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilf1H2kEuEjadNGxls3uyBtVSdRmJnHjJBu6BkmoH-g3ShPl-GmznfPZ7mw85BgtSvkfjp_OT6VhfiaV3UuCBd1qh2QMpErDpPuGF3VL_67A3W5l6r2_AjeQUsYLbqPj3AuMO1C1AN4AQ/s400/Himhe%257EPiper%257EOvi+on+the+REAL+boardwalk.JPG" /></span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">We visited the ocean and sunned on the Boardwalk.</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606566436276857426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerSU03Ze6IgVnVf0XeWs_hJ2bxYhyQRJISFaePog1Wk1JeDNelMyqfo46rEW_MVYjFZCCv0p0K-_HhprgfN3bH0F1c_4MmOrbnmlD2aIlpaw7MEMmR6BcOrDYiIDpwX2kJgpYsg78huc/s400/Himhe+and+Ovi+learn+the+skill+of+sill+sitting.JPG" /></span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">We all had wonderful sill sitting time together. </span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606552652322434370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c9jOMUH43M7VY-02hDGqHj_M9dIoinDQRoZEbWI5tsE3WeTHj36I6att9lfPgIlFNehvLTiGw1D33pFC6ouRgak60ftyVojibap1Ue7pE8_uNpAho_1QQmH2O_ceGURyCMO-dGu3p_c/s400/Piper%252C+Ovi+and+Himhe+admire+Susan%2527s+surprise+from+Harrah%2527s.JPG" /></span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">And a knock at the door soon after we settled in our room produced a lovely rolling table. I encouraged our Piper to take his Pumpkin and join Himhe and Ovi to have their photo taken next to a chocolate coated chocolate cheesecake topped with lovely strawberries. A lovely card from the hotel wishing our HC a Happy Birthday was on the table along with water and a nice glass of fresh milk, which is our HCs BEVERAGE OF CHOICE when chocolate dessert appears. </span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I kept to the background encouraging our Piper to enjoy the Adventure. Alas.....by the time the rolling table arrived I could see Piper and the Pumpkin were growing apart. With a bit of sorrow I also noted since the boardwalk and sill sitting time Piper also seemed to be distancing himself from Ovi and Himhe. </span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I would need to relate all this to Ellis when we returned the next day,</span></strong></p>
<p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">From the October Adventure, </span></strong></p>
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</p></span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929554292578869612.post-35030749433023364972011-05-10T12:34:00.002-02:302011-05-11T13:34:50.465-02:30<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Time for Eggplant......ah Piper</span></strong>
<strong><span style="color:#330099;">The Beginning
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;"><strong>Perhaps I should have said that differently. Sounds like something a HC might make to eat....and eating this EGGPLANT would definitely result in fleece between the teeth and indigestion. Better I should have started the post with<em> Time for Piper....and later the Eggplant</em>. Yep, and that is where this began. Where did Piper come to the flock 'from'. For that go to Meet the Ovines and although 'where' isn't part of this issue it may explain how wonderful our Piper is to us. </strong></span>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">But last fall the problem began. Piper, always quiet and reserved found an Eggplant. Actually he found a small knitted Eggplant which had been made by our HC a few years back. She had made several vegetables and fruits. There was a carrot, a banana and an orange. But frankly they all looked rather false...as in they looked exactly like a knitted fruit or vegetable. Nice but not well, quite 'from the garden' so to speak. But the Eggplant. NOW that one was special. That one looked freshly picked and EXACTLY like an Eggplant. Piper found it and decided it was for him. So he grabbed it and from that day forward you never saw Piper without his Eggplant. They were inseparable. Until...........</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">One day the Eggplant was gone. We had gone on a small adventure and Piper had insisted his Eggplant go along. We put Piper and the Eggplant in a basket, the one they are in at the top of the post. But when we returned to the pasture and emptied the basket from the trip, no Eggplant. Piper had been in the basket...as well as a few items the HC carries. A wallet, a camera, a phone, some keys...Piper, but no Eggplant. Chaos erupted. </span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">We looked all through the vehicle which had taken us on the Adventure, NOTHING. </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">We even persuaded our HC to go back to the places we had gone on the Adventure, NOTHING.</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">We went to the people who worked in the place we had gone on the Adventure,</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">NOTHING. </span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">We returned and explained to our Piper the Eggplant wasn't found. He was inconsolable. Hanging his head he said "the Eggplant was so special so someone must have seen it and decided they would like it to be their friend. They must have taken it home". With that Piper walked over to his sleeping spot in the pasture, laid down, and didn't move. That day or the next or the next. He didn't move about, he didn't speak to others in the flock, he didn't respond when spoken to, he didn't want any MLGV. </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">And that is when it started. </span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">In hope my friend Piper goes back to being Piper, </span></strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Herzig, adopted with Piper and his friend</span></strong></div>
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