Beth (of Be Yourself…Everyone Else is Taken) was at Peck’s Farm Market in Spring Green, Wisconsin when this goat…
… started climbing…
…and climbing…
and climbing until….
Beth’s Blog Post about the Farmers Market (featuring MORE goat photos)
When you’re looking for a real hot and romantic night on the town with your Significant O, your first thought is probably: teenage birthday parties in the suburbs! Right? I know mine is.
I don’t have kids, so I’m totally out of touch with what’s hip and trendy and phat and sick and yo and dope and whatever is the kids are saying these days. Turns out not much has changed since I was a youngin’ in the 1980s. What a relief we felt when we discovered at a recent suburban teenage birthday party that kids are still observing at the Altar of Ms. Pac-Man even though we’re living in a brand new decade, century, and millenium:
Is the theme music ringing in your head? The one that sounds like: “wokka wokka wokka wokka”.
And then there is Red Velvet Cake. Oh. My. God. I don’t know if you remember the menstrual-fest that was Steel Magnolias in the late 80s where an Armadillo red velvet cake was featured, but you MUST have some red velvet cake before you die. I don’t even have to tell you this if you’re from “The South” (in the U.S.), as you were probably spoon fed the Red as a baby.
And if you really want to get ridiculous about it, try the Red Velvet Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. You can share this with your friends, but you need to act fast if you want to get a picture of it. The photo below was taken 2.4 nanoseconds after the plate was placed in front of us where I began fork-stabbing the hands of my tablemates.
So my question to you is, what do you miss from the 1980s? Because…yeah, there’s a cake for that.
So if I post someone’s art up on my blog without their permission, are they going to sue me? I mean, wouldn’t they see it as free advertising or promotion if they’re trying to sell it? Or wouldn’t they figure since it’s just on some stupid little personal blog, who cares? I don’t know, but if all you see below is a blank spot (and claw marks) where there used to be art, then you’ll know what happened. And when I get out of jail, I’m going to come after my ex-friend Ilsa for snapping this photo with her cell phone of club members’ art that hangs in the Capital Athletic Club here in Sacramento, where I’ve heard tell that Arnold Schwarzenegger works out.
Don’t adjust the screen on your computer (or Kindle). It’s a little out of focus.
Where was I? Oh yeah, going to jail. I mean, I’m more than happy to post the artist’s name, but I don’t know what it is, so if anybody out there happens to know who did it, let me know.
No seriously, according to Willamette Week, goats are the breakout pet in the upcoming year.
And so in the spirit of past animal fads such as Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs and, of course, chickens, we’re forecasting goats as the must-have companion in 2010.
So, look for them in your more trendy neighbor’s backyards very soon. And start buying stock in Purina (for the Goat Chow) now. Thanks to Adrian (Adrian’s Crazy Life) for pointing this story out to NGIP.
With apologies to the Kindle-ites, here is a video of a goat that waves. Email subscribers can click on this Goat Waving link to go to the YouTube video.
Thanks to Chris (of Angry Seafood) and my Twitter friend Jules for telling me about this one.
My diabetic, cynical father’s joke-telling seems to be limited to two subjects:
His attempts at humor make for an embarrassing situation every time I take him out to eat or run errands. It’s bumper sticker humor: I’ve heard it a million times. It also tests the comeback skills of food servers and other merchants everywhere. Are these really jokes and poor ones at that? Or are they merely hints at manipulating people into giving him free stuff?
We’re at the bank the other day and my mostly-blind, hard-of-hearing father asks the teller behind the sound-dampening, bullet-proof glass window to repeat himself. Dad needs to sign a deposit slip. I pull out a dark credit card to help him find where to sign the slip of paper the teller has shoved underneath the glass.
And then comes the part where he wants to withdraw cash. He wants to take out $400 and tries to do the math in his head as he outlines his demands.
“Gimme two fifties… eleven twenties… uh, eight tens…. six fives…ten ones… and a roll of dollar coins.”
Invariably we have to redo the breakdown until it adds up to exactly $400. He has to have the dollar coins because for some reason, he has a virtual religious belief in “circulating” them. He’s a mint evangelist is what he is. He leaves these coins as tips. He thinks it’s funny to fool food servers into thinking he’s giving them quarters and then have them realize it’s really dollars. Ha ha. What’s not so funny is that he’s a cheap tipper, even with dollars. I always throw down more money when he isn’t looking because he thinks ten percent is a good tip.
In spite of his patience-trying ways, I have to say, the bank tellers are always nice to him. Nevertheless, I was mortified the other day, when the teller asked my father if there was anything else he could do and Dad says, “Yeah, do you have any free samples?”
Free samples???? At a bank??? GAHHH!!!!!
If I didn’t love him, I’d smack him.
Without skipping a beat, the teller said he did, reached into his drawer and slid this to my father underneath the glass:
I know!
And now I have a question for you: How many of you actually added up my dad’s money breakdown to see if it added up to $400? Also, what did it add up to, because I have no idea. I was picking the denominations and quantities arbitrarily. So I apologize if you went to all that trouble for nothing and what kind of OCD freak are you anyway, checking my math like that?
I was concerned that my many thousands and thousands of Kindle readers would be missing out on the awesome photos provided for their enjoyment on NGIP. Pictures appear smaller, not to mention in black-and-white, on the Kindle. However, I just recently discovered on my own Kindle that if you move your cursor to the photo and click, you can enlarge it. Yay!
But sometimes it enlarges it too much and it comes out blurry. In my constant strive to make the NGIP experience a stellar one to my Kindle readers, I hope to find out how reduce the amount of gray pea soup showing up on your Kindle screen when you click to enlarge. Also, it may be more of a problem with the Kindle DX, which has a larger screen.
If you or anyone you know has any advice on how to help resolve this picture issue on Kindle, I’m all ears. (margaret atsign nannygoatsinpanties period com)
My bloggy foodie friend Eileen (of Just the Two of Us) was in San Francisco recently for the Fancy Food Fair, when she plastered this up on my Facebook wall:
It was a goat-topped jar of Happy Goat caramels. MMMMMM-mmmm!!!! We’re talking candy made from happy goats’ milk.
And speaking of the Bay Area and food, my friend Erin snapped a pic when she stumbled onto the Flying Goat Coffee shop in Santa Rosa.
Did you hear about the new kid on the block, born at the Central Park Zoo last week? I didn’t know about it until Jayne (of injaynesworld) showed me.
He’s a Mini-Nubian, which is a crossbreed between Nigerian dwarf goats and Nubian goats. They haven’t named him yet, but his personality is described as “funky”.
OMG - isn’t he just the cutest thing ever?
I want to hug him. And squeeze him. And call him George.
Great for homeschoolers and educators.
