A Lamb, a Lamb, a Lamb And Another Lamb
I’m afraid I’m going to have to devote another entry to the fabulous foursome.
Little lovelies.
I love how they always bunch up close, the triplets.
Does that not look like the comfiest sleeping position ever? Wedged in between two lamb siblings. I bet you can’t get softer than that.
I sat with them for quite a long time today. Just trying to let them get used to me. Every now and then they’d come up to me. Sniff my shoes. My hands. Sometimes I’d lean over and look at them and they’d come over close to my face.
“What kind of lamb are you, all big and no fur?!”. Aw. Hehe. Too bad the picture is blurry.
Mads was still not too pleased that my attention was diverted.
Sometimes it almost looked like he was trying to squeeze through that hole.
But don’t worry, I got him good.
Bodil came by to see the new lambs. She laughed at Mads too. It’s not fair that those crummy lambs get all the attention, she said. Hehe.
Crummy little things.
Not cute at all. I certainly don’t like them!
Oh well, maybe a little. Kurt said that Fregne’s boy didn’t mind being picked up. So I picked him up. And sat with him for a while. So sweet and soft. There’s really nothing better than animals. Anyone who has social phobia or depression or other psychological maladies ought to go and sit down with a bunch of lambs. I swear, it’s impossible not to feel better. Unless you’re made of stone. Maybe that is why I love the playground so much, it continually reminds me that I am not made of stone. Which is quite a good thing I reckon.
The first week of TMU is done. And well done, I should say. I’m feeling fairly positive about the whole thing. Apart from the mornings. I hate the mornings. The buzzing of the alarm. The first thoughts that enter into my head are usually “oh no” followed by either “I hate my life” or “I want to die” or some combination thereof. But once I manage to convince myself that I have to leave the bed then it gets better. That is really my ambition with life. To wake up and not hate that the day. That’s what I want. Not a fancy job or a lot of money or a bunch of friends or a hot supermodel wife. Hmm. No, not even that. Just to wake up and feel okay. That’s what I want.
Tomorrow I’ll probably spend a bloody long time with the lambs again. And come home with more pictures. And maybe videos too. And then on Sunday I’ll try to write the long and boring TMU entry. Sorry, long and SERIOUS. Not boring. Haha. (Uh oh, how can I distract them!?). Hey, look over there, it’s a lamb *points*!
Phew, that was a close one!
February 2nd, 2007 at 23:50
Well, you sure know how to build up the suspense in your “How Things Went at TMU” story. Teasing us with cute little lambies that look so soft and cuddly. I will tell the single super model I know that you aren’t interested in marrying her. She will be heart-broken. Lambs.
Boy, did I laugh at loud when I saw Mads’ nose sticking thru the hole! That’s funny. Looks like you made it up to him though. Is that some kind of subliminal message you’re giving us with the lambs? Are we being “Lambinated”?
My husband is sick with the flu. He’s had a temperature, body aches, and headache all week. I told the doctor he’s been off his feed, his nose is cold, and he’s irratible and nippy. Sounds like one sick goat! So far, I’m still alright. Lamb. Lamb.
Beware the Ides of Marched Plumes! Somebody I know has a birthday in March. Who could it be?? Mads maybe???
February 3rd, 2007 at 20:36
aw lambs :)
talk to me?
February 3rd, 2007 at 22:51
Debster – Just call me Stephlume King. Or Stephen Kingplume. Or Plumeven King. Or.. well you get the idea. Suspense is my middlename! Steplumeven Suspense Kinglasse.
You and your supermodel friends. Tsk. Tell her I might marry her. Out of pity. Because I can’t stand to see a supermodel cry.
You will like the video of Mads’s nose through the hole. I think. You’ll see tomorrow. It’s adowable.
I am certainly not trying to brainwash anyone. That’s just lamb silly, you silly lamb you. Don’t lamb the lamb when lambs are lambing lamb.
I hope your husband will get better soon. Maybe you should try a dosage of lambs. Just dump them on him, I’m sure they’ll work their magic.
In March? Birthday? You must be talking about Magnethe! I have heard rumours that my birthday is March 15 but I think that’s just superstition and mumbo jumbo!
hanne – I’m talking to you right now!
February 5th, 2007 at 0:14
Animals do make everything better – when I’m having a bad day in lab, I walk to the pet store down the street and talk to their bunny (he’s a store pet, not for sale, so I know he’ll never leave).
By the way, hi!! I started reading your journal after seeing your goat posts on the lj baaaaaabyanimals community. You take lovely photos :-)
February 5th, 2007 at 22:11
Erica – Everyone should have an animal around. Companies oughta give employees animal breaks instead of lunch breaks or smoking breaks or stuff like that. Stuff like that yeah.
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