Friday, December 20, 2013

Long time no blog

Long time no blog?  

Si, sadly yes. But I didn't want to leave the blog this year with an angry looking picture of me up!

We really didn't send out any Christmas cards this year. Why? Well..... besides the fact I still don't have my head on straight even though it is almost the end of the year, the wonders of modern technology have allowed us to share many photos on FacebookInstagram, and even on this little ol' blog throughout the year. So I am considering those a virtual digital Christmas card of our everyday world. Plus, I am really bad at those kind of things and know I will not get the damn cards out before Valentine's Day no matter how hard I try, or how early I order them!

Anywhoo, Dave and I are taking some time here at the end of the year *shocking* to finish up this damn addition. Oh yeah, and because our current clients have told us that they don't want to see our lovely faces until after the kids go back to school! Thank goodness for friends who have their heads attached!

So, I'll be back in 2014 with lots of finished house pics, pics of the girls, chickens, and of course the dipshit dingo dogs. We hope to have some things figured out around here too that will allow me to blog more, and be in more of a "marketing/wannabe social media person" (new business title) position for work as well. Speaking of, come find me over at our work blog: The Nitty Gritty for lots of fun Christmas ideas and pictures to get you in the mood this Holiday Season.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to All!

XOXO, Cara

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Dazed and Confused

So today feels like Friday even though it isn't Friday, and I still have work to do on Friday.  Whatever.  I decided to hack off 5 " of my hair on Sunday when she was busy covering up the gray.  No I am not angry.  Happy actually, because she got it to curl which I hadn't been able to do in forever.  Car photos are never pretty.
It was fried and long and not a pretty long.  Think Janice the Muppet stringy and orange.  This morning I went to wash my hair for the first time since then, (no I don't wash it daily-too dry here,) and realized before it was too late I used waaayyy too much shampoo.  Well, that was fun.

Dave has been working like a mad man to get the house finished up for framing inspections.
He did stop on Saturday to attend a friend's annual pig roast.  Viva la pig.
The girls had never been on a 4 wheeler before.  They also tried out the zipline before the day ended.

Work has been super busy since we are trying to finish up a couple of projects.  But it is coming together.  Calla is off from dance camp this week so since they were feeling deprived, they chose to give themselves a barre with a video while I worked up in the barn yesterday.  Makes me uber happy.
Speaking of ballet, they just hired a new Artistic Director for the Company.  Me thinks Ethel might make have to dig out the pink tights again.  We will see.  I gotta get this house finished and then we can talk about Ethel, tutus, and my eating habits which don't begin to even take a tutu and pointe shoes into consideration.

Last night was actually not hotter then Hades so the girls and I spent some time in the front yard just being kids.
Hula hoops, jump ropes and cartwheels.  Ok, so they did the cartwheels and jumped rope.  Mommy has had 2 c-sections folks.
We even taught the dipshit dingo dog to jump through the hoop.  And for my next trick we will teach him how to mow grass, build pergolas and outdoor fireplaces.
I hope everyone has a wonderful 4th of July.  We will be adding shingles to the roof and watching the fireworks from our house if there are any this year.  


Monday, June 24, 2013

Where we are at now

So my Dad who has been away from the project for a bit wanted to see some pictures of where we are at in the house build.  

We are almost done with framing.  At least upstairs.  Somewhere along the way we decided the basement is huge, why don't we use it and put our living room down there as one open space.  Besides, we have this huge ass staircase in the middle of the room going down anyway so we might as well.  My existing living room will become a dining room and the area transitioning between the old space and the new will just be open.  Open and airy.  Make sense?  

Enter Cara who now has to drive her happy butt out East to the County buildings to amend the permit.  See, if you want to have a finished basement you need to have a permit for that.  Right now I have a permit for an unfinished basement that wants me to put a door at the bottom.  Yeah, I want an open staircase to allow as much light down into the lower area as possible.  A door just isn't in the plans.  I have a phobia of dark split level like basements with teeny tiny windows, and that is definitely not my intention here.  I want it to feel natural to go downstairs, and like it is still part of the floor plan.  Not like you are entering a dungeon or cave of teenage angst where parents hide their broody children away from the world to play video games till they can be social and nice to the world again.  Nor do I want this to feel like some room out of 50 Shades of Gray either.  That could be fun. ;)  This will hopefully not feel like a basement at all.  I am not quite sure how to go about that yet, but believe me, I will find a way, and it will likely involve a lot of white paint.

We shall not talk about how high our friend is teetering up there on two Home Depot buckets like a mountain goat.  The best part about house building in Colorado is there is you have friends who can set up and break down large theater sets for national traveling productions, (think Batman flying through the air.)  Add in family members who have climbed very large mountains for fun and worked in rock climbing gyms.  Between the two, we have a ton of gear and equipment to basically belay and harness everyone in so they are safe.  Pretty sure that is not how it is supposed to be be done, but hey, it's done.

It is kind of hard to see, but we purchased attic trusses.  The space up there is huge.  This way if Dave decides he needs some sort of man cave, or I need a room to craft creepy dolls and wrap presents like Candy Spelling, then we can cut a hole and add a staircase outside the house to access the space.  It can also be a space for when Calla is done with College and has decided she will live at home forever and take care of me when I am old.  #seperationissues  

One of the other cool things about building the house yourself with your friends who also happen to be your trades people is you have the ability to hide your utilities.  The plumbing will be hidden as best as we can as well as the ducting downstairs.  No soffits.  

Trickiest part of the whole damn thing was tying it into the house.  It looks simple, but Geeze Louise this is where those of us who actually passed geometry, figured thing out.  Those of us who cheated in Geometry along with 1/ 2 the track team swept up saw dust and picked up trash.  

The space next to the stairs is my closet.  The bedroom is where the miter saw is living.  Yes, I know the closet is half the size of the bedroom.  Our master bath is in the back sunny corner.  The pantry is where the electric box is, and directly next to it is a small powder room.  I am standing in an open hallway with a door that goes out to the side garden onto a wrap around deck and in front of the large picture window with views of rolling farmland and the Rockies.

The stairs going down.  Yes, the same stairs the dipshit dingo dog fell down 10 ft.  Picture only a frame, no plywood, where the landing is half way down.  That is what he high centered himself on.

So that is pretty much it for now.  Kind of slow going when you only get to work nights and weekends on it.  But we are getting somewhere.

I am back in the office today with my calves still like rocks because someone, *cough*myself*cough* decided to pretend she was 14 again and jump like it during the Master Ballet Class on Saturday.  But damn, it was worth it to jump like that again.

Webpage almost done.  Finally!!!!

Hasta Pasta.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Fashion Friday BMW F800 GS Edition

So last night this happened:

My first question is does it come with a side car that seats 2?  And by 2 I mean for the girls.  Not twit and twat.  Although I am pretty sure they do make doggy goggles for the Dipshit Dingo Dog.  I hope it has room for his ears.

My children didn't quite know what to think.  Notice how apprehensive Calla looks.  They never even knew Dave could ride a motorcycle.  Or that when I met him he picked me up for our first date on a motorcycle.  Chances are I was wearing something like this, but with shorter shorts.

Damn we were cute.  And this was pretty much the same look India gave me when I tried to put her on the back of the bike and replicate the picture last night.  By the way there is no retro f'n filter on that last pic.  That is pure 70's baby.  

Also, I was told if I wanted to ride on the back, I now needed to wear boots, and a jacket.  Well duh...No one, and I mean no one, wants or needs to see the ba donk a donk in daisy duke cutoffs and a crop top and flip flops these days on the back of a motorcycle.  Besides it is a BMW and not a Harley therefore fringe is out of the question.  It is just not acceptable.  Joan Rivers would not approve.  God forbid.  I could do a Harley outfit.  I own fringe and a black concert t shirt of some sort involving an 80's band with long hair.

Lord help us all, and my wardrobe as I dig out the Frye boots from the depths of the closet and something resembling a technical jacket.  Because my snowboard jacket involves fur and paisleys, and not neon or leather.
I did however find this.  It matches the boots but not my checkbook:

Told Dave just to pick it up for me as a belated birthday present when he gets some parts.  He looked at me like I had 4 heads and said buying a jacket and helmet isn't like buying a t-shirt and a frozen pizza at Target.  Evidently he doesn't shop like I do.  Also, it might have something to do with the fact that it costs over $20, and he knows it.

Since this is more of an "Enduro" type bike vs a "hog" chaps are not necessary.  But you didn't think I would write this post without finding me some chaps:

Just don't Google ass less chaps.  Do me a favor, just don't.  Chaps is fine.

But this......  Holy Crap.  This just takes the cake.  Someone buy these for me ASAP:

Just call me Motorcycle Barbie.  :)

House building and a master class with an Artistic Director candidate for the ballet company this weekend.  Please pray for me as I squeeze into tights and a leotard.  Something tells me the chaps would be easier.

Any fun things for y'all this weekend?  

Buenos Noches.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Where's the beef?

So Tuesday afternoon I was at the Post Office downtown with the small child named after a large country.  We were headed to pick up Calla at her day camp when I received a call from an old friend asking me what I was doing in approx. 1 hr..  Well, headed home to make dinner and bathe the stinky children.  Same thing I do every night Pinky.  He wanted to know if I could help him out and attend a focus group for our age at a super popular local breakfast place to discuss and give my opinions about food.  Um.....So let me get this straight, you want to talk about food, and after I am done you will give me a gift card to said popular breakfast place for my trouble?  My first inclination.......What's the catch?  Then it was......wait, this involves a time share right?  No way Jose.  Nope, none of that.  We went into it thinking we were going to discuss new menu ideas, oh yeah, and they would feed us.  Ok, I was curious.  So I dropped the kids off with Dave to have a picnic in the living room and booked it back downtown to discuss what I thought were pancakes and all of the unique flavors they serve.

Once we walked in there were about 10 people sitting around a round table.  (Cliche, I know.)  I was handed a plate of hash brown casserole the size of my head and a notepad, and told to give my honest opinion about the questions but they couldn't let us know who they were from until they were done.

After that they began asking us questions about why we liked coming to the restaurant and then asked us questions about grocery stores and which ones we shopped at and why.  First light bulb that goes off in my head says ding ding ding, you guys aren't from the restaurant.  Maybe you are from Trader Joe's looking to see if Ft. Collins would be a great location for their store.  Nope.  Damn!  More questions about local vs organic vs humane etc. etc. followed.  There were no wrong answers, but at the same time you were trying to figure out who they were with so you could answer the questions a certain way even though you weren't supposed to.  Make sense?

Needless to say I found it all very fascinating.  Since I do a lot of the marketing, ok all of it for our business, they had my attention.  There were 3 other people fast and furiously taking notes in the background from the mystery company.  We were also handed color ads and told to put them in order of our favorites based on layout, the claims they were making, and what we would purchase.  Turns out we all pretty much chose the same 2 as our top two for various reasons.

At the end of it all, we found out they weren't with a large grocery store, but with a Co-op that represents 700 farmers across the US.  The farmers adhere to a strict set of guidelines in order to sell their meat and eggs and have them represented as such in grocery stores nationwide.  What I did respect about them was the help they give small local farmers to get their product in the hands of people who may live in a large city and really want to have that kind of food lifestyle, but aren't as fortunate as myself to have a chicken and pig farmer who butchers 3 miles from my home and gets fresh eggs daily.  I am also pretty sure rainbow fruit flavored cereal is not on the approved list of standards for feeding chickens.  Mine would probably starve or protest.

While this story has absolutely nothing to do with what I am usually up to, I thought you might find it interesting.  Besides it beats me telling you about how I was going to make a box of Mac and Cheese and watch the girls float in the bathtub like mermaids.

In the meantime, the children and I have a new craft project.  I'll give you two clues and get back to you after we are done.  It is hard taking pictures of someone's booth at an antique fair so it doesn't look like you are stealing their ideas.  Ok, so I was.  But only because I don't have $175 and I won't be mass producing these things on Etsy for a living.  I would also like to stay married, and if I spent that much on a doll, Chucky the tin man and I would be sleeping in the chicken coop.  So far we have a bunch of found bits and pieces and only $45 spent.  The girls are having a ball trolling the flea markets for materials.  It is like a scavenger hunt.

Adios.  Back soon.  :)

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

When last we left off.....

When last we left off I had no heat, a spring work rush, and a dipshit dingo dog looking for ways to get his happy ass down the 10ft into the hole beneath him.  I am happy to report a lot has happened since then.

  1. We have heat as well as AC (yipee!)
  2. Work is insane, but only going to complain about that for a sec. in case I jinx it and it stops.
  3. The house addition is almost done being framed and ready for roughing in thanks to a lots of hard work from family and close friends.
  4. We took a trip to visit a dear friend in St. Louis.
  5. The girls each had a ballet recital and were beyond cute.
  6. Dave had a birthday, I had a birthday, and we are both in denial about our age.
  7. We lost a chicken, but the ones that are left are learning to like watermelon and various other good for you foods.  They are still pooping artificial colors and rainbow fruit flavors, but since I have the new Gwyneth Paltrow cookbook, they are growing accustomed to a more vegan lifestyle.  We are not, but that is besides the point.  I just bought the book for the pictures, but some of the recipes aren't bad actually.
  8. Calla can read and India can write her name.
  9. Speaking of India she has become quite opinionated these days.  Not sure why I am surprised.  She is Dave's child and not the UPS mans (he is quite passive.)  She wants us to refer to her now as "Sugar Baby or Bug."  Just like her outfits it isn't worth the argument. 
  10. Calla is headed to the 2nd grade in the fall. Note: see # 6
  11. The website still isn't done but getting there.

And because I can't sign off without filling you in on the dipshit dingo dog and whether or not he finally made it into the basement.  He did.  The hard way.

Dave's Dad showed up to help us one Saturday, and Rusty was so excited to greet him he forgot the hole down was there.  He realized too late when he missed the corner and fell down the 10 ft. and high centered himself on the frame for the stairs during the fall.  He is ok, but now has some serious PTSD and refuses to even go near the stairs up or down.  Since the living room will be downstairs we hope he gets over it when the time comes.  Nothing appears to be broken or damaged, so he is lucky, but every once and while he gets stiff and has trouble getting up.  We give him some pain meds and it appears to help him not look so much like Quasimodo.  Not sure if dogs have 9 lives like a cat but his punk ass is def. down a couple.  Idiot.  Gave me the fright of my life.  On the plus side, he appears to have mellowed out a bit.  A little bit.

As you can see, the clouds are rolling in.  Off to batten down the hatches before the golf ball hail and possible tornados come rolling in.

Monday, April 8, 2013

How a Chamorro packs to go to Grandma's house.

Hafa A'dai.  I am beginning to feel like our house is becoming a bit of a sacrificial lamb.  Dig a giant hole in the ground, it will rain.  Have the blower on the furnace conveniently go out before starting any HVAC work, and it will snow and become a blizzard.  As usual, we will see, but since we are not done backfilling the foundation, me thinks it will.  We could technically fix the furnace, but it really isn't that energy efficient and will be replaced with the new duct work and hopefully with air condition capabilities.  Not a problem when it is in the 60's like it has been.

In the mean time we are plugging and chugging along.  We have a basement with real concrete walls and a concrete floor.

Rusty: "Hummm. (contemplating to self) Let's see, how do I get my punk ass down into the hole?  I can't jump, but there has to be a way."

 "They have figured out a way to get down there."

"I'm getting closer."  Yo Mattie, wanna join me?"

"Ta Da! Success!!!! Houston, I have landed in the hole.  Now how the heck do I get back out? Doh!!"

Whether it decides to snow or not, it is still going to get cold.  That is just what is does here in Colorado.  70 degrees one day, 13 degrees the next.

So I have compiled a list of what it takes a Guamanian girl to get herself to Grandma Nene's house.  Because Nene's house has heat folks, and like I have said in the past, this ain't the Little House on the Prairie, and I am not anywhere near resembling Caroline Ingalls.  More like a Real Housewife meets a Dance Mom.  Ok, maybe not that bad.

Step 1. Clean the house.  No one wants to come home to a dirty house.

Step 2. Go grocery shopping for lots of munchy foods.  Because as we all know the husband who you have left behind to make sure the pipes don't freeze with a space heater or 3, is not going make anything more then a homemade bean and cheese burrito and a Totinos Party Pizza.  Especially after a long night of snow removal.

Step 3. Grab your nearest laundry basket and stuff it full of as much crap as you could need and then some.  Including snow boots, bibs, mittens, hats, long underwear, sunscreen, dolls, water bottles, and book bags all for school.  Assuming they don't cancel it.  Why a laundry basket?  Because that is how we roll.  Pssshhh suitcase.  I laugh.

Step 4. Grab another laundry basket because you realized you haven't packed anything for yourself besides the sweatsuit you are wearing.  So pack 3 more pairs of sweat pants and some underwear.  No bra needed.  You work from home after all.  Make sure you pack the rest of your important necessities.  You know the things you can't live without.

*Coconut Butter spread - The island is in your blood and it likes coconut.

*Your own soy sauce -  It is like Vodka.  You like what you like.

*Speaking of Vodka, Vanilla Smirnoff - Because Nene is not of the old Guamanian guard and doesn't like martinis, so there is no vodka.  She is however partial to frozen margaritas.  You don't do tequila on a school night, and it is best to be prepared in case there is a snow day, and there is no school.  Take some of Grandma's Coke, and mix it with the Vodka, and you are Happy Happy Happy.

*Brussel Sprouts, Fat Free Greek Yogurt, And Kombucha.  Because you are a Nuevo Chamorro, and take more after the California side of the family vs. the East Coast side.

*Sticky Rice, because again, Grandma prefers Jasmine.  Rice pot will be provided upon arrival.  No need to pack.  Hers works just fine.  You know this because she made sure you registered for one before your wedding.  And well would you look there, you received two rice pots as gifts when you got married.  No need to return the other one.  To which she promptly stole the one she liked best.

Step 5. Pat yourself on the back because you remembered dog food and lotion.  Still didn't bother to pack a bra, but 2 pairs of Uggs and 1 pair of Sorel Joan of Arctic boots with lots of fur have made their way into your basket.

Step 6. Pile all of your crap in the car including your 2 stinky children and their even stinkier 4 legged friends.  Can't leave the dipshit dingo dogs behind.  If you time it right and return home after the storm, the mud will have dried and the house will still be clean, (See Step 1) because there will be no dogs dragging it in.  Brilliant.

Did I mention we are only leaving for 3 days? 13 miles from home.  There are a total of 3 laundry baskets in that trunk, and another bag of food and toys in the front seat that you can't see.

Step 7. Check the chickens to see if they have enough food, water, and their favorite rainbow fruit flavored cereal like Trix or Fruit Loops.  They aren't particular and will eat generic, but it must be artificially fruit flavored and rainbow colored.  Don't try and fool them with the organic beet and spinach colored ones either.  Believe me, they know the difference.  They are not Nuevo Chamorro, they are just picky bitches.  Make sure you leave a note for your husband not to forget about the chickens while you are away.  Because in his sleep deprived over worked state he may forget he has a name let alone 12 chickens.

Step 8.  Kiss your husband goodbye and head over the river and through the woods to Grandmother Nene's house.

Adios mi familia.

Friday, March 22, 2013

I'll believe it when I see it.

We are scheduled to get 7 inches of snow starting late tonight.  So far every blizzard/ large snow storm that has been predicted and called for this season has either missed us, or just didn't produce more than an inch or two.  And as the title goes, I'll believe it when I see it.  We will be dutifully ready with plows mounted and shovels and ice melt stocked, because that is what do every time Pinky.  Try and take over the world of snow removal.  

This morning was the start of Calla's Spring Break.  Both her and India celebrated by getting up a 1/2 an hour earlier then they normally do when I have to drag them out to get ready for school.  WTF, sleep in, enjoy it.  Somebody needs to besides this lazy piece of work.
When Dave gets up, Rusty moves out of my crotch to Dave's side of the bed, and promptly falls right back asleep.  El Dipshito Dingito must have had a rough night last night, because he was seriously passed out.  All I remember last night is he was pissed I wouldn't spoon him with his head on my pillow, so he went sulking off to the living room.  Only for me to to wake up this morning to him curled up in ball in my crotch.  Between having kids and this damn dog, I honestly can't remember the last good night of sleep I have had.  

Speaking of crotches, after I dropped off India at school and Calla with my Dad, I had a 1/2 hr before the inspector was due at our house to sign off on the foundation before they pour the concrete on Monday, (you know Monday, Easter week, possible 7-10 inches of snow?) so I went running along the river.  Well, as best I could in windy damp feeling air for 2.5 mi.    
The only problem was I kept having the worst camel toe, and I just couldn't get warm.  1/2 hr isn't that long and towards the end I was starting to get warm, but my pants were pissing me off.  But as I plugged and chugged along I kept thinking to myself, "no one is out on the trail to see your lady bits,  just keep running."  Ok, lets get real, not running but jogging here since I couldn't get warm enough to get fast enough to actually run.  I felt like I was running through that sticky bubble gum crap they made those people on the Biggest Looser run through this year.  I did see 1 eagle, it was a nice flat trail, and I actually got out and burned some calories this morning, so I can only complain too much.  But damn it was just hard.  I know some days are like that.  Since I have no ballet class tomorrow, and loads of laundry to do, I am glad I was able to get something accomplished.  

Well, I hope your weekend is a good one.  I also hope you get lots of sleep and there isn't a dipshit dingo dog tucked up in your crotch for 6 hrs at a time.  And now since I have officially mentioned the word crotch more times in this post than one should in any conversation, I'll be on my way.  


Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Life vs. Giselle

Had a meeting this morning with the incredible Rocket Jones, about our new website.  I am completely overwhelmed, but in a good way.  This thing is going to be the bomb and bring us into the year 2013 for sure.  But at this point, the work is on me to get the content and pictures in there.  YIKES!

It is also on me to manage our landscaping and maintenance clients, my children (both small girls and employee, ) do the daily office dance with accounting and such, and manage our family household.  Pretty sure they would like clean clothes and something other than Cheerios for dinner.  FYI, I like mine with unsweetened almond coconut milk and a large spoon.  Thank goodness the house addition is at a point where I am not the one setting concrete forms, and it is in someone else's hands for right now.  We are scheduled to get a rain/snow storm this weekend.  I'll believe it when I see it, but I am pretty much the only person in Northern Colorado that doesn't want it to precipitate in some form this weekend.  I know it is selfish and we need it so bad, and fires in the area have already started, but with an over excavated hole cut too close to our foundation (not getting into this now) we kind of need to pour those walls this week!

It is times like this I really wish I could check out for a bit.  Actually hand Dave the bottle of milk and box of Cheerios, tell him dinner is on him, and head to ballet tonight.  Ballet and any exercise in general tends to clear my head and give me the clarity I need to focus and get my stuff done.  I stumbled upon a blogger the other day, Melissa who is doing an amazing job balancing life and ballet.  Girl just ran a marathon too!  It gave me some perspective and made me sit up and realize that this year isn't going to get any slower, so I need to find that healthy balance of work, being a mommy, house building, ballet and any exercise (even a video) I can get. So this evening I am going regroup and take the time and actually write out a day to day schedule instead of just flying by the seat of my pants. Who knows, maybe I'll stick to it for longer than a week.

In the meantime, because it is Spring Break at the studio and I can't head to class even if I wanted to, let's enjoy some "old school" Giselle pictures shall we.  A trip down memory lane for sure.  Thanks to the amazing Greg Hughes for letting me steal some of these as usual.

Peasants with empty baskets 
Mazurka anyone?
Gus and I about to get our peasant pas on
Hauntingly scary bitches we were
My dear friend, the gorgeous Kary

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

There's a hole in the ground Dear Liza Dear Liza

Just wanted to show you sneak peak of what I have to deal with around here these days.  Believe me I am not complaining, but man oh man lets just say having the laundry folded and put away, and a clean house are a thing of Christmas past and present.

There's a hole in the ground with no green grass growing round and round.

I am able to report no dead things were found during the "Big Dig."  Sorry, but it is probably for the best.  Lest we have a Poltergeist situation, and have to bring in the big guns up from the Springs to deal with an old Indian or any animal burial ground for that matter.  Still not sure what went through there.  It could have been an old well, leach field etc. ????  I am just glad it is done.  

Let's just say there were times when they came really close to the house.

Really Really Close!

And of course as soon as you disturb said ground, you will summon and awaken the weather Gods and it will snow.

And we all know what snow turns into when it melts...........

Mud mud and more mud.  Only about 1/3 of a big ass pile of dirt.

Any one need dirt?  We got plenty.

The blue hose is our temporary water line.  Water now tastes like a plastic hose and the pressure wasn't what it used to be, but I am told it is still better then most folks have in town.  See that tiny clay colored hole in the center of the back wall?  Yeah, we found snakes in there.  Alive and pissed because Spring just came early for their hibernation spot.  

See that other clay colored tiny spot down next to Dave?  That's Rusty.  He went ripshitzing around the corner today to chase some bikers and lost 1 leg and almost the rest of him down the side of the wall.  This picture was taken before they finished digging and there was still a way out.  Anyone want to take bets who falls in first?  Rusty, India, Me?

Building materials arrived and are everywhere.

And in the midst of building, the daily operations are still transpiring as usual.  Why we didn't start this last August is beyond me.

We have bitchy spoiled chickens who now demand (very loudly I might add,) to eat hand steeped oats and barley.  Or as my good friend who brews the beer, calls them.  Los Pollos Borrachos.  The drunk chickens.  It isn't fermented, but don't tell them that.  We'll just call it the placebo effect.

Yup...... damn bagel still there.

And to close, we have a fine example of a Dipshit Dingo Dog who doesn't have any boundaries.  Whatsoever.  He has come to the realization that if he sits on Dave's desk that he might be able see out the window.  Homeboy is still too short.  So he just sits there and barks anyway.  At the wall......

Rusty - "You talkin' to me?" *Said with best De Niro Guido accent.*

Rusty - "Are ya feelin' lucky, punk?"  "Go ahead, make my day!"  *Said with best Clint Eastwood accent.*
Me - "Get off the damn desk and let me get back to work!"

Adios Muchachos.