Random Photos

Just a cutie hanging out in a box!

The sunflowers around Smokey’s bird feeder. :)

When not stitching, my hoop stand works great to hold my phone so Smokey and I can cuddle while watching videos together!

Speaking of Smokey...

Banjo, my dork. 

“What do you mean the fence got moved after you went inside the barn? Why would I know anything about that?!?”

Posing for a picture. Sadie is clean, but Daisy keeps the pool constantly muddy. 

Mother and son photos!

Daddy-daughter photos. Banjo must have thought she was meeting a boy or something, since he wouldn’t look at the camera. 

 I hope things are going great for all of you. Somewhere, there is a photo of my stitching progress. Who knows where, but it is somewhere! I’m at work, hoping the night goes well. I hope all of you have a great night. 

 Happy Stitching!

 Emmy

Introducing...

Mr. Slinky!

  At least, that is what I think Kirst has decided to name him! He is a sweetheart. And he gets along great with the baby! Jitterbug appears thankful to have a buddy again. 

 

 Jitterbug is a big fan of unicorns! ;) Peppy has been working with him. Poor Pepporoni has been lonely since Bullet died. Banjo and him will take turns chasing each other around the field, but that doesn't happen often, so the poor guy is on his own a lot. I am hoping that the barn kitties will become great friends with Peppy. It would be good for all 3. 

Here is Jitterbug:

 And Smokey is still having none of it, despite panicking if he thinks he might get too close to actually stepping foot outside:

In the spirit of full disclosure, he was actually judging me in the above photo while I was exercising. I'm not sure if its because I took my phone out to take his picture (he was exercising with me! Sort of...), or if he was shocked at how much muscle and endurance I lost while sick (to be fair, I was too). Or, he might have been embarrassed about my exercise moves. Which is totally fair- I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe, minus the height. :)

  Oh, look, the humans bought things for me- let us see what all is inside of the bag! (All he wanted was the bag. And he was later sad that nothing was for him, although his motto is: "What is yours is mine, and what is mine is mine."   

Kirst sent this today:

  She also took the bulk of the Jitterbug and Slinky photos. 

  No stitching yet, but I am hoping to change that in a few minutes. Provided the good people of our district can manage without calling 911 for a bit...

 I hope all of you are having a wonderful and relaxing Sunday!

 Happy Stitching,

 Emmy 

Mr. Stick tight, Mr. Gym Rat, and Mr. Gardener

Banjo found the sticktights:

 It takes a lot of hard work to look this fabulous! 

Banjo smiling:

Random picture of fish that I enjoyed watching:

Smokey Bear was afraid I was going to watch a video without him, so he came closer. 

Growing like a weed:

The mighty explorer:

Helping Marmoo in the garden:

 Hide and seek:

Smokey likes his new toy:

Waiting for breakfast:

  There is not a whole lot to report. This has been an odd week for Mom and myself. We do not know why, but we have been feeling rushed when there is no reason to be in a hurry. It is really annoying! 

  I haven't gotten any stitching in this week. Maybe that will change- at this point, who knows!

  My boss read my TB test, so hopefully the college will allow me to enroll for the class I need this fall. They put a hold on my account; apparently, they were suppose to give me a TB questionnaire back when I started college again. Since I work healthcare, they are now requiring a TB test before they will allow me to sign up for classes. I found the day after finals- a little more heads up would have been appreciated! Oh well, as long as they accept the info I sent them, all should be good. 

  The critters have been very entertaining. I felt bad for them- we were all gone a decent chunk of the day. They appeared to have handled it well. Jellybean appears to have decided to do his own thing. He knows where a food bowl is, should he ever need or want it though. Ladybug started to mature more, and is now named Jitterbug. Keeping what turned out to be a boy named Ladybug seemed a little mean. He already answers to it. He did not quite understand hide and seek- every time I would say, "Now, where could Jitterbug be?," he would come running to me for a chin scratch. 2 little boys from Kirstie's church insisted she take one of their kittens so Jitterbug would not be so lonely. They are still getting use to each other, but all appears well so far. On a side note, Jitterbug loves to sleep with his head, torso, and front paws on a unicorn stuffed animal Kirst got him- the rest of him stays on his bed to try to  hold him up on it while he is asleep. He is a light sleeper, so I don't have a picture yet, but I will keep trying. It is so adorable!

 I hope all of you are having a wonderful day, and no odd weeks!

  Happy Stitching!

 Emmy

Well, that escalated fast!

 So, when I last posted about the two kitties at work, the story didn't end there. The big one, the one I called "Mama"- its not exactly a girl... While playing with them outside, another coworker came out. He turned to look at her, and I found myself saying "That is definitely a boy." So Mr. Jellybean found a tiny kitten, and started raising her. Hours passed and multiple people watched. No other cat came around. Jellybean stayed close to Ladybug and acted like a Mama. He cried if he thought someone got too close to her, made sure she ate, even if he didn't, and chased after anyone that started to carry her away, crying with every step. 

It is hard being this adorable. She crawled under her big brother's belly, rolled on her back, got stuck on her back like a turtle, then cried while Jellybean just deadpanned looked at me like, "This is what I have to deal with."

 Jellybean and Ladybug went home before my shift was even half over. They now live in my parents' barn. Jellybean has free range, after a couple of days in the crate so that the dogs could learn that they are family, not entertainment or something to herd (looking at you, Banjo). Ladybug is so tiny and does not understand the concept of fear, so she is (hopefully) confined to two rooms of the barn until she gets a little bigger. I say hopefully, because she is quite the adventurer!

 Ladybug demanded her freedom and reminded me that she had rights. Jellybean just chilled and came over for the chin scratches. 

I'll hold the leash- he won't get away from me!

Smokey was less than thrilled. I brought the baby in once since Mom had not yet gotten to hold her- I am told that Dad hogged her. Smokey had a panic attack- seriously, he had to go into another room and breath in a paper bag until I told him that was actually harmful, and not helpful, while hyperventilating. He hissed whenever he could smell them on us. I had to wear different clothes and take a wet wipe bath after holding them. Smokey would still suspiciously sniff me and either hiss or pull his ears back in betrayal. He seems to have finally adjusted to the smell of them now. 

Okay, I am ready for my breakfast now! (He snuck up there when my back was turned. That is my breakfast-eating spot. I think he thought he would get my food if he start there.)

Seriously, hurry up, it is too early to be up. I got up because I love you, I love cheese, and I love catnip treats. 

Okay, I'm ready to go shopping!

What do you mean I have to wear a mask in Hobby Lobby?!?

Aunt Kirstie spoils him:

On days when he wants it, he demands that either myself, or any other person present, puts his jingly patriotic jester's collar on. He bounces even more when he walks with it on, just to make his presence even more known. ;)

And this is me, waiting for it to be 8 o'clock in the morning, not 8 in the evening, so I can go home. 

 I hope you have a wonderful evening! 

 ~ Emmy