Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween all y'all. I recently learned that is the plural of y'all, so I thought I'd give it a try. What do you think? Kinda' spooky, huh? Well, anyway, here's hoping you have a BOOtiful day and an even more PHANTOMtastic night! Oh, by the way... watch out for the mini-mes. (Oy and udder... I mean shudder...)

Trick Or Treat?

They say be careful what you wish for. So, when the goatmother started this whole needle felting thing, and I offhandedly remarked that I was holding out for a fuzzy rendition of myself...well...I really didn't believe I had anything to worry about. After all I never got that crocheted coat. But, of course, as things go, and when Murphy is thrown into the mix, not to mention the absolute spookiest time of the year, well, really scary things can happen.

Meet the dread MiniMe, ace, all-around clone and number one tiny Peanut pirate.

Eeeeeeek! And Oy. There simply has to be some mistake. This is absolutely not what I had in mind.

The left ...

The right...

Even the bum! Scaaarry, I tell you.


So, my friends, be very careful what you wish for this Halloween ...
... because you just might get it! Or worse, something entirely beyond the imagination.

"You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into" ... the Oylight Zone.

BOO!

The Witch

She's at it again. This is madness, MADness, MADNESS, I say... A monster has been unleashed. Oy.

Shut up, Marigold. Leave me alone. Go eat some Peanuts why don't you?

Now Here's Something Really Spooky...

Oy. She's at it again. The goatmother has taken another class. This time she learned to do needle felting and she made what you see below.

I know. Disgusting, isn't it? I mean you would think she could have at least done a goat. But, NO. She had to do a spotty horse. Oy.

And you can see from the ridiculous smirk on its face that it has absolutely no brain. I think it is a Nubian horse. That's what I think. Anyway, at least it won't eat too many Peanuts.

Still, I guess it has some merit. It is kind of cute in a Bohemian sort of way. But, you know, now the goatmother has some totally absurd idea that she can figure out how to make something out of that big bag of cashmere she's been collecting from us for two years. Oy. A goat can't even grow a winter coat in peace anymore. I say if she wants to use the hair she needs to be coughing up something extra...like say some three-to-a-shell Peanuts for example.

At any rate, I thought I'd post something really artistic just so the goatmother doesn't get to thinking she's all that and a bag of Peanuts - a Pacific Northwest sunset. Now that's art. Still, on the felt front, I'm holding out for a fuzzy rendition of me. I'll just be practicing my posing. Perhaps she'll do me on my stump. Hey, it could happen...


P.S. Hey, Jane. See the Corian???

A *Star* Is Born

There are two kinds of people in this world - those who know and consequently understand, and those who haven't got a clue. I suspect the goatmother belongs in category two. Why is this, you ask?

Well, you see, the other day was hoof trimming day. Of course you realize this is my least favorite day. In fact, I might go so far as to say it is the most hated day for all us. Naturally I can not include Ella in this since the brown-noser always has to impress the goatmother. Nor, I guess, can I honestly include Watson or Peanut since they could really care less what anyone does as long as there is food involved. Okay, well, I guess I have to admit that leaves only Boo and myself. Hey, what can I say? You gotta' leave the best for last, right?

At any rate, what with the influence of Halloween coming and the Little UnDead guy, I figured this month I'd surprise the goatmother. What?! You think I decided to act with some amount of decorum? Not on your ever-lovin' life! No, this time, I decided to sport a little flair...a little panache. Yes, indeed, I decided to go goth.

So when the goatmother picked up my foot, nippers in hand, and found what you see below, I can only say I was mortified to find just how much of a Nubian that woman is.

Okay, well, I wasn't going for the whole nose-ring thing. I'll leave that to those dumb cows. And let's face it, a tongue stud would only interfere with the consumption of my beloved Peanuts. But a stud in the hoof? Now that was the way to go. A piercing like no other. Something to make me stand out from the crowd.

But when the goatmother picked up my hoof and realized there was a star staring back at her, all she could say was, "Marigold! Where did you get this??? I just can't figure this out. Where could this have come from? I've never even seen a tack in the shape of a star, let alone left one around for you to step on!"

Sheesh, woman! Have you NEVER heard of QVC?????????????
Oy.

He's Baa-aack...

Well, after the unfortunate side trip to the Forks hospital, our Little Bereft-Of-Life did indeed go on to finish his tour. Naturally he had to make a stop at the Forks High School because this, of course, is where Edward and Bella went to school. Can you see him down below the sign?

Perhaps you can see him a little better in this artful shot. Oy.

At any rate, the last stop was to see Bella's truck parked at the Forks Chamber of Commerce. As you can see, the Cadaverous-And-Uncouth had to stand back for the picture until someone was kind enough to remove the fragrant garland so nicely adorning the grill.

But then, the Little Liquidated-And-Ludicrous-One's heart of hearts desire was fulfilled when he was, at last, able to pose with the truck. See him there by the license plate?

All too quickly, however, the fun was over and the Little Stiff-And-Stupefied was on his way back home. Fortunately, there were signs to point him in the right direction.

Really glad to have you back Little Cold-And-Clueless. That was quite an adventure for such an abbreviated little fellow.

But, uhm, I think you stood way too close to that garlic. And STOP calling me MariBella already! Oy.

The Little UnDead Does Twilight (Part 2)

No doubt you've all been waiting with bated breath for an update on The Little UnDead's sojourn to Forks. So get comfortable, pull up a chair and grab some Peanuts because here is Part 2.

After spending his first night hanging (literally) in a tree, The Little Undead started out for the Swan house. This, of course, is where Bella Swan lived with Charlie, her father and Police Chief of Forks, in 'Twilight'. You will, perhaps, notice that stupid disembodied arm is still around. Oy. I am given to understand his name is Stanley. One just never knows who one might stumble across on the road to Perdition...

Anyway, then it was on to the Cullen house! You know The Little Life-Challenged had a really hard time containing himself here. Team Edward and all that. So here you see him in front of the house with 'Stanley'. You don't see him???

Well, he is kind of short. Is this better??? Yep. There his is...hiding in the bushes like a real vampire.

So with the Cullen house behind him, the Little Dead-and-Dazed stopped by the Forks City Hall. This, of course, is where Charlie Swan was employed. If you look closely, you will see our Little Embicilic-and-Expired atop the sign. Still having trouble???

What about now??? Is this better??? Now, as you can see (I hope), this was quite a height for someone as altitudinally-challenged as our Little Half-Baked One. Which is how he ended up at his last point of interest for the day.

You see our Little Lifeless Lackluster fell off the Forks City Hall sign, leading him here...
I'd think one could expect a little more from someone who can fly, wouldn't you? Oy, boy.

Oh, well. There is an old Chinese proverb that says, "Only he that has traveled the road knows where the holes are deep." I think that about covers it.