{"id":488,"date":"2007-02-02T22:15:55","date_gmt":"2007-02-02T21:15:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=488"},"modified":"2007-02-02T22:36:14","modified_gmt":"2007-02-02T21:36:14","slug":"a-lamb-a-lamb-a-lamb-and-another-lamb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=488","title":{"rendered":"A Lamb, a Lamb, a Lamb And Another Lamb"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m afraid I’m going to have to devote another entry to the fabulous foursome.<\/p>\n

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Little lovelies.<\/p>\n

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I love how they always bunch up close, the triplets.<\/p>\n

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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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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“What kind of lamb are you, all big and no fur?!”. Aw. Hehe. Too bad the picture is blurry. <\/p>\n

Mads was still not too pleased that my attention was diverted.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes it almost looked like he was trying to squeeze through that hole.<\/p>\n

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But don’t worry, I got him good. <\/p>\n

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. <\/p>\n

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Crummy little things.<\/p>\n

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Not cute at all. I certainly don’t like them!<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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*!<\/p>\n

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Phew, that was a close one!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=488"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=488"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=488"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=488"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}