The Wild Wild West

I'm baaack! And needless to say fun was had by all...all three of us. Just me, Brenda and Phoebe also known as the Pheblet. Phoebe is Brenda's new 9 week puppy that came along for the ride. Here she is in the lap of luxury (Brenda's) while I drive to Scottsdale. This girls getaway was scheduled a long time ago before Phoebe came to be so we had to take her with us. And although the Hilton is a very gracious and accommodating Hotel, we had to smuggle her in, which was hysterical. Brenda hid her in a very big tote bag and the poor phoebs head stuck out half the time. Phoebe is a Klee Kai puppy and a very spoiled one too, but If I had a baby, I'd do the same exact spoiling...



Lots and lots of Cactus to greet us along the way and the gorgeous Red Rock of Sedona....



For those of you who are not familiar to Sedona, it is kinda known for it's Spiritual and Tranquil feel. Apparently is sits in just the right Vortex...don't ask, I don't get it either, but there IS something about this place that calms and soothes. We were surrounded by this...



and this...


We even ate at the Love Cafe and dined on a Abby Hoffman Breakfast Bagel...Phoebe ate eggs too!

We made our way to Prescott, or as the locals call is...Preskit and I absolutely loved it...more my style. The best part about the city is the old town and the square. It literally had that Mayberry feel to it. It is monsoon season so it rained and stopped and rained and stopped...all the time the sun shining through. We strolled in and out of Antique stores and ended up in an authentic bar/saloon from 1864. We also ran into some characters from that era too.




Me and Teddy Roosevelt in the town square




This is called Flash Street Theater. Who knew I had to leave Cali to see this...lol



All in all, we had a great time .Coming home we hit thunder and lighting storms, dust storms and 100+ degree temps, but us 3 gals stuck it out like Bedouins...lol My next adventure, Hawaii in 2 1/2 weeks....I'm excited...I'm Just Sayin'

I'm A Grandma Again

Raquel is up to her usual shenanigans with the FFA and their livestock. She is currently pioneering the Dairy Goat Program at her school and has successfully bred, raised and cared for 2 milking goats...sisters Zanzibar and Asha.

Last Monday, Valentines Day, after Raquel and a few chosen friends camped out at the school farm all weekend, Zanizibar's kids were born. Diana, the goat angel that loaned out the goats and Raquel, assisted in the birth, which took roughly 3 hours.


Raquel and Zanzibar before Valentines Day

Baby boy #1

and baby boy #2...hiding behind momma

and the both of them together with their mommy. They look like little calves because of their coloring. Raquel was so happy and proud and this whole week was spent having lunch with her boys...sitting in the pen and just hangin' out.

So Congrats to Raquel and Congrats to me, although I would still welcome a grand daughter at some point...I'm Just Sayin'


...btw, this guy (smalls) is still around weighing in at about 1,000 lbs and is coming along nicely thank you~

Open Letter

Dear Mr. I don't have a clue how to deal with babies,

Yeah, I'm talking to you. You didn't notice me today at the market because you we're too busy critiquing, criticizing and threatening your infant son. You didn't even know I was behind you in the card aisle making googly faces at him when you started your rant. I would suspect you son is about 1 year or there about, so I know he has a world of knowledge already and I'm gonna estimate your age at about ....hmmmm, 10, so you have 9 times the knowledge he has.

When you tell your infant son to stop dropping his toy and call him a bad boy and threaten him by telling him your not going to take him to the birthday party today, it took all my being to not slap you into next week. Did you not see the "Parenting" magazine sitting there right next to the cards or maybe I should have slipped it into your cart while you were busy berating your baby. And no, you didn't stop there, you started critiquing his little shoes and warning him to keep them on or 'you swear", he's not going later today. At this point, I'm thinking he doesn't know any better, why?...his cognitive thinking isn't developmentally mature and he's used to this. I'm sure you act like this at home, I mean, why would you save this performance for the public...right?...your 15 minutes of fame. You want recognition, perhaps you can start with a "How not to treat a baby" educational flick.

Even though I have a little puny AA in Childhood Development, any normal person would know that your son is incapable of holding on to a toy while being pushed in a cart. It's called "fine motor skills"..unlike your very well developed "motor mouth" skills, he can't help it...he's not at that developmental stage yet...but what does he know?...he probably loves you all the same. Until later, when your parenting skills boomerangs back at you and he turns around and tells you to F off. That would be a proud moment if you ask me...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Which reminds me...I kinda followed you around a little to make sure you didn't do anything REALLY stupid, but when you park your cart near the apples...your son is going to reach for them. What did you expect...a well adjusted, well behaved controlled infant...like his father?

So in conclusion, I hope you wife or partner screams at you in Latin when you get home today, so that you don't understand a word she's saying and threatens to keep you from partying tonight.

Sincerely,
bunny, the baby saver

PS. Just thought you'd like to know that constantly bending over and picking things up is a good way to lose weight so that in the future you can play with your son.....I'm just sayin"