sheep

IN WHICH Mojo Gets a DMCA Takedown Notice, and Does Not Respond Well To It.

AGES ago, and by that I mean YEARS, some Christmas I was struck by all the Christmas cards depicting the whole lion-lying-down-with-the-lamb thingie. Which is all very well and good. But every time I see one of those, I am reminded of the amusing Woody Allen quote: "The lion and the lamb may lie down together, but the lamb won't get much sleep."

So at some point I decided to paint my OWN lion and lamb card, to illustrate the Woody Allen quote. But when I was done, I found that--while I like him (much better than the lion, by the way; the lion kinda sucks)--my lamb did not look at all frightened, and hence he did not really depict worried insomnia at all. So instead I ended up captioning it with another sheep-inspired truism that I felt DID capture the essence of Mojo's Little Lamb: More Mojo!>>

Vote for Mojo, REDUX!

So the other day I was having lunch with my delightful Favorite Parental Units, and my sainted-though-sheep-stealing Favorite Mother (I will relay the sheep-stealing anecdote for you tomorrow, provided you VOTE FOR ME today as well as every day all next week) eventually broached the subject of me actually GETTING this Sam-e job. Mom assured me--as only a loving mother can--that she was indeed voting for me EVERY SINGLE DAY as she had been instructed. More Mojo!>>

Happiness is a Warm Puppy....

...especially the BABY BORDER COLLIE the Sheep Expert at the Lieberry recently got. He comes to the library nearly all the time, and he is just adorable....

Happiness, on the other hand, is NOT being tailgated at 75 miles an hour by some late-teens early-twenties bimbo driving what is probably Daddy's car with a cigarette in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Literally, if I were standing on my bumper I could have stepped over to her hood. At 75 miles an hour. With both hands full of nasty habits, leaving none to actually steer. Where's Darwin when ya need him? More Mojo!>>

Mojo's Eggstravaganza!

So Mojo's been thinking lately of building a coop and getting chickens again. She's been thinking about it since she moved up here, so it's really been almost ten years of thinking about it, which means, in Mojo's world, it's almost time to maybe do something about it. More Mojo!>>

"Llamas Are Bigger Than Frogs."

So I was chauffering a five-year old around the other day, and in an effort to stop the "guess what?" questions I pointed out the window at a field we were passing and said, "Look, llamas!"

"What?"

"Llamas." Because as we all know, every moment spent with Mojo is an educational moment. "Llamas kind of look like really big sheep, only they have long legs and long necks. They're related to camels."

"Why are they called llamas?"

"Um, I don't know. Because that's their name."

"But why?"

"Um, well, why do we call dogs dogs?"

A moment's thought. And then "Because that's their name?" More Mojo!>>

Mom's SHEEP Collection, Volume 4!

Mojo's Favorite Mother's Sheep Collection, Volume 4

Puffy Fabric Sheep!

 

Mojo's Favorite Mother also used to collect sheep. Not anymore. At least, this is what I gather, since she has given me a huge box full of things she once collected and now wants to get rid of. When I ask her why all she says is "I'm throwing things away." Mojo likes to think that it is her own influence, simplifying her life through the Craptacular, now rubbing off on her loved ones. But there is also the nagging suspicion that her Favorite Mother has just found an excuse to send her boxes of crap. Which is it? Only time--or an irate phone call from her mother yelling at Mojo for something she said about her on the Craptacular--will tell. More Mojo!>>

Mom's SHEEP Collection, Volume 3!

Mojo's Favorite Mother's Sheep Collection, Volume 3

Bean Bag Easter Sheep!

 

Mojo's Favorite Mother also used to collect sheep. Not anymore. At least, this is what I gather, since she has given me a huge box full of things she once collected and now wants to get rid of. When I ask her why all she says is "I'm throwing things away." Mojo likes to think that it is her own influence, simplifying her life through the Craptacular, now rubbing off on her loved ones. But there is also the nagging suspicion that her Favorite Mother has just found an excuse to send her boxes of crap. Which is it? Only time--or an irate phone call from her mother yelling at Mojo for something she said about her on the Craptacular--will tell. More Mojo!>>

Mom's SHEEP Collection, Volume 1!

Mojo's Favorite Mother's Sheep Collection, Volume 1

Sheep Pot Holders!

 

Mojo's Favorite Mother also used to collect sheep. Not anymore. At least, this is what I gather, since she has given me a huge box full of things she once collected and now wants to get rid of. When I ask her why all she says is "I'm throwing things away." Mojo likes to think that it is her own influence, simplifying her life through the Craptacular, now rubbing off on her loved ones. But there is also the nagging suspicion that her Favorite Mother has just found an excuse to send her boxes of crap. Which is it? Only time--or an irate phone call from her mother yelling at Mojo for something she said about her on the Craptacular--will tell. More Mojo!>>

From Wolves to Sheep.....

Yep, it's the full spectrum of life here on the Craptacular! If you missed the wolves, they're here. And now for a swing in the opposite direction. The Sheep Expert has needed to rearrange work twice in two weeks using the feeble excuse that her ewes were lambing. So to check up on the story we went this weekend to see the little tykes.... More Mojo!>>

Silly Goose and Stupid Sheep

Okay, this is slightly gross, but I thought it was funny, so I share it with you.

Sheep Expert and I switched shifts Thursday at the library because one of her ewes finally lambed. So now on top of everything else in my busy life I have to go look at baby lambs. Life is tough.

But the funny thing actually involves the goose she owns. It seems this goose has had a problem recently of being "broody". People who own chickens and geese and ducks know what broodiness is, but for the uninitiated it is sort of a psychological problem, like "false pregnancy", where they get this obsessive idea in their little bird brains that they have to sit on their nest and brood their (nonexistent) eggs. So they make nests everywhere and sit on them and waste away for several weeks waiting for their (nonexistent) eggs to hatch. Whenever you hear of people being "broody" that's where it comes from--just someone who obsessively sits and stares and ruminates until it's not good for them. I'm not sure why humans do it, but having owned chickens myself I am fairly certain they do it because they are stupid. (Mojo's anecdotal theory, with no basis in scientific fact. Possibly biased (and thus rendered unscientific) by Mojo's intolerance for stupidity in all of its sundry and creative forms.) More Mojo!>>

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