School Iz Weird...

Ah, it's refreshing to stumble across this leaf-covered page once again.

Hey, all. It's been a month and a half since my last post, and three weeks before that, so we hath much catching up to do, but alas! Hark thine patience with thee, for I hast been along a long, fearful trek to thine computer a midst monsters of homework and the strain for a but a moment of good sleep-ith.

Just kidding, but seriously, I've been having such troubles at school since the year blasted off with a kaboom. There is so much to tell, it's strenuous to think about it. Luckily, I have what is called a 'blog' or online source to splay out such magnificent telling over the span of... oh, say, 24 hours? But first, a recap of school:


Here, my friends and family, is a short list of some things that have occurred in the battlefield of social life:

- screamed at by teachers
-dipped delicious fondue
-new outlook on life
-boy
-new friends and new ranking on food chain
-very odd P.E. teacher
-pwning classmates
-staying #1 musician in band
-scarfing down more Chex Mix
-Halloween score
-getting new T.V. system
-stuff
-more stuff
-doing nothing
-unfortunate iPad incident
-boy
-JAZZ BAND
-miscellaneous crap
-more miscellaneous crap
-oh, cool a hummingbird
-...
-derp

Again, a short list. I plan to begin blogging about these items in mismatched order on the weekends, between my busy schedule of genuinely important school  and essentially crucial schedule of eating Halloween candy and intensive watching of Family Guy and other crap.
Oh, and don't bother examining that list... I may have listed things more than once... =)

P.S. BYYYYEEEEE!















P.P.S: I get distracted eas (>=^__^=)> looks it's kirby!

The Fifty-Second Frickin' Post of the Daily Noodle!!!!

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS AMAZ-BALLS!!! IT IS THE OFFICIAL FIFTY SECOND POST OF MY BLOOOOOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's true I haven't been able to post for a while, but in return, here's an apologetic, sleeping Kirby:



<(=^_^=)>


See, I had a plan.

I am so excited!!! I've been working so hard at school that I didn't have time, but here we are. As a substitute, I started up another blog called "Love Notes". Every time I practice my flute, I will record a piece or two and upload it to my blog. The link is www.wholenotedot.blogspot.com.

But anyways, enough of that. I am sooooooo happy! Thanks to everyone, and also the 1,400 people who have viewed my blog so far!


BLARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Busy Bee

I am such a busy bee! Every day is spent running across school with a five pound backpack upon my shoulders. It's also treacherous considering I have about a million friends and likewise people who want to talk to me. Thus, passing period can sometimes be a dangerous trek, an ongoing journey that is only broken through lunch and snack time.

Further more, I don't particularly enjoy having my "parent/ guardian" sign about a million things that should have been taken care of at the beginning of the year. I am sorry if I miss a few days here, it's just because of how DAMN BUSY I AM.... sorry.

Au revoir!

BUSTED

Hi everyone. Today I shall talk about something I'm sure we've all experienced-- being what the children of modern times refer to as...

 BUSTED


Yes, there are many ways to be BUSTED:

at the park:

On the bus:

Or perhaps on a small dingy which is hauling a kayak at fifteen miles per hour across a channel.

Like when I was BUSTED.

It all began just 24 hours ago. We had cleverly attached a two-man (or girl) kayak to a motorized dingy. We packed food into the dingy and laid down many a towel upon the bottoms of both marine vehicles for comfort. Then, a few Girl Scouts and yours truly clambered into the vessels and set a course for looking awesome.

But that was before we were...

BUSTED.

Let me tell you, sailing out smoothly over open water, kicked back on a fluffy pink towel in the back of a six person crewed floatie, watching the waves whisk by and letting the mist feather your face could have been heaven, where I inexplicably died and flew happily through time and space to reach this moment.

But then I wouldn't be writing this would I?

Unless...

I'M A GHOOOOOOSSSSST! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!


Naw, just kidding. OOOOR AAAAAAAMMMMMM I?????????


Anyway, things were just... PEACHY! Until the blaring of a siren rudely intruded my relaxed eardrums. But perhaps it was dream; an unexplained, completely unethical, indescribable DREAM. I mean, who has water police, anyway?

Apparently Westlake does.


So I turn my head around, unawares of the boat with police lights on its roof. How conventional.

The guy tells us it's illegal to tow a kayak in these waters. He makes us untie the knot attacking our little vessel to the other, then tells us to starts paddling back. We look for our oars, only to find that they have been removed, stored away back at the dock. So the guy tells my homies in the dingy to start the engine while we clamber on board the Patrol boat. They start recklessly pulling at the handle thingy that starts the motor, but fruitlessly. Oh, the irony. So they start rowing their emergency paddles, and one adult in the boat starts holding out the choke until finally it purrs triumphantly. They speed away from the site, while my friend Priya and I begin chortling uncontrollably. The Patrol dude reassures us that we're not in trouble, and we spend the rest of the journey home reading off the names of boats we see in the harbor in different voices to pass the time.

So, here's a picture of the dynamic duo...

BUSTED!

Countdown. Sigh.

I. Am. So. Upset.


Today will be a short preview of the countdown to when school starts. Because it starts in exactly T minus two days. 


Sigh.


3


See that big number three? That shows how many days I have left until I begin educational jail for the next 180 days. Sob.


But anyways, enough of that. My b-day was spectacular. Thanks to everyone who got me a present and more! I am expecting exciting things out of this year upon Earth. Huzzah!

The Party

The Party: the name of a Peter Sellers movie, a series of different book and posts, and....


an ominous introductory dub for MY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yes indeed, fair citizens, you look upon the cut short post of a girl about to celebrate her 12th birthday!!! So, in honor of this historic event, I will not be posting tomorrow! I will however tell you how it is on Monday. So fare the well, loyal passersby, for I am about to have the time of my life. Too ta loo!

My School Photo

*sigh* Don't you just love back to school?

I DON'T. 

My god, has it been two months and three weeks already? Wow. Well, seventh grade, here I come. But first, I had to go through the painful 15 minute process of "turn your head slightly to the right, hon... no that's too far... a little more inward... nope too much... now tilt slightly to the left.... no don't turn your head, just.... ugh! To the right... less. Less. LESS!...Aaand.... perfe-- wait! NO! Tilt your HEAD!..." and so on.

Wish me luck! =D

All Alone T.T

I am soooooo dreary today. I realized that I have no one to call and say hi to! 25% of my friends start school today, 50% are not picking up, and 25% have decided to neglect me until my party this Saturday. D'= Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know, this is not the first time I've been alone....

*flashback sequence*

The first time I was home alone was probably one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. You can see why. Plus, back then... I had BANGS! Blegh.


P.S. For those who can't read it, my mom is saying "We'll be back in a little while." Sorry about that I couldn't really fit it in...

Guess Who Got Her Ears Pierced?!

I DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID! And it hurt like hell! Like, you would assume the same person who got three shots in two arms on her birthday and whose only reward was a Barbie sticker that Natalie promptly stole and shredded wouldn't have a problem with these things.

But she does.

On August 19th, I had the delightful pleasure of being stabbed through the ear with a weird, medical staple gun... thing. It felt precisely like getting a shot in your ear lobe. And there's one thing you should know when I'm tense and have severe pain in one ear... then the other.

I go crazy.

But anyways, here's a picture from the real me.

See it?! That's my earring! (couldn't get the other one in the shot.)

Comment if you sympathize with my craziness!!

P.S. Ow!

Hi! I'm Back! (Haggis Review)

Welcome back... to ME! Yes, ladies and jellypops, I realize I sorta milked my little "vacation" from the blog, but yes, I am back with new inspiration. And guess what I am talking about today?

DINOSAURS!

No, just kidding. Close, though.

Alright, well this is my review of haggis:

Yes, my drawing looks like poo, but lemme tell you it ain't taste like no burger I've ever had. 

Yes, everyone, just few days ago, I had the delectably odd chance to sample one of Scotland's finest, weirdest cuisines: haggis. The definition is technically lamb heart, liver, entrails, etc, all mish-moshed into one gruesomely delicious nummyness. BUt ot me, it looked like a golfball-sized piece of sausage-flavored poo. 

Still nummy, though.

Midnight Madness-- Posse

MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!   is here!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, everyone, today's topic is a posse.

Posse: the phyisical term of the word describes a large group people following or flanking a dominant individual. But, oh, enough of that. The acronym for today is the name of the perosn who got his own little posse today.

MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!! 
Jammed in a car with my cousin Jonah.
Overly excited NOCAL.
Not quite enough to go shopping then to get rid of being in his posse...
Absolutely hilarious when he freaks out over his posse members.
Haha, just kidding. No, we went shopping in his posse. It was fun. Jonah's awesome. =)

My Jeans

Have you ever freaked out over some sort of garment so much you wanted to belt it out annoyingly to the entire world through intense auto-tuning? Well, some snotty little girl named Jenna Rose has.

If you haven't seen it already, check out the most illogical song ever @ youtube.com. This video was literally the spawn of hell. I mean, what kind of Mom decides to pay $4,000 so her daughter can talk about completely unstylish jeans? A messed up one.

Further more, who wants to see someone's NOT well-earned house with a really weird wallpaper? Wannabes and Has-beens.


Ugg.

Where's George??

Where could he be? George! Oh, Geoooooorge! Hm, I wonder where. Oh, there he is!

If any of you have heard of it, there is a website online called wheresgeorge.com. It is a national site where people enter in the serial numbers of any dollar bill, then right "Where's George?" on the front and send it off. It records where your bill goes, an so forth. I suggest it!

Anyways, today we indulged in that, and here we are tracking a $2 bill across the world. This is a promotional post for that site, and I'd like to tell you to try it out!

Stepped On

There are many things in the world that seem lighter than they are; some believe baby elephants couldn't be more than fifty pounds, but really they are over three hundred. T.V. hunks make it look so easy lifting heavy weights; try not to get tendon transplants the next time you lift one!

And then, there're horse hooves.

If you've ever been stepped on by a horse you know that the pain is two times less than the shock, which basically puts you into a fit. You can flail till your toes are numb from weight and the horse will not back off unless you heave him with every ounce of body force you have left.

And that is what happened to me at horse camp.

My horse is a 15.7 hand fleabitten grey named Asher. He is one of the sweetest, gentlest, smoothest horses you will ever ride, groom, feed, etc. unfortunately, this also means he carries nearly a thousand pounds of weight in that belly.

I ride him every day for an hour in the morning, and when I'm done, it's my job to untack, de-bridle, and re-clean him. From combing his mane to brushing his face, I groom Asher for just about half an hour. And somewhere in the middle there is where I got... STEPPED ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You see, in order to get a horse to lift his foot, you must lean against him with all your might and keep his hoof intact with your hands at all times. But sometimes the horse gets lazy qand pushes his foot back down.

Allow me to say that paper cuts are the least of my worries.

It's amazing it didn't leave a mark, considering about 830 pounds of horse can crashing down on my right foot.

Well, now it's overwith, and for you horse-lovers and misfortunate (DAD), I say, "Step or be stepped on."

One. More. Freaking. Month. ;(

I. Cannot. Believe It's. Been. This .Fast.

This is how I started summer:

Then, as summer progressed, I became worn from camp outs and late nights.

After Camp Fox, I was pretty tired, but I still had the pizzazz and spirit of NO SCHOOL circulating in my head.

Things began to dull down a bit when I spent an entire week doing pretty much all the house chores.

Uh.

So, here I am waiting for what else to happen... August 1st rolls around. OMG I CANNOT BELIEVE IT HAS GONE SO FRICKING FAST!!!!!!!!!!!! I have spent my summer wisely, cherishing every moment of teacher vacation. And now there's just one month standing in the way of homework bombardment. Wa. 

Well, sushi seems to make up for it.

Things I H8: Vicious Cycles

You know how you log on to your computer to do something fun, and it freezes, then makes you log in... again? And when you finally get to your designated point of digital interest (here!) then it makes you log in again, then you try and post, and it logs you out instead?

There is a specific term for this tedious transaction: vicious cycle.


Alright, so, for starters, you know how I didn't post on Wednesday or Friday? That's because the computer at my friend's house let me go on to my blog, type in my user & pass, just so that it could maliciously swallow up the data and allow me to roam freely about my blog without being able to go to any other page without making me log in over and over and OVER  again.

Naturally, I threw a fit and tried not worry about it, only to find the next morning that the computer had returned to its ordinary function. How silly is that? It only got worse the next day when I spent ten minutes trying to log on to my PC, incessantly slamming my finger against the CAPS lock button, for it was jammed. When I was finally able to type in my password, I found that the same vicious cycle had seeped mercilessly into my poor little Notebook. And so, forlorn, I was stricken with grief.


I know one other person who can relate to this ordeal: my Uncle X.v. And I say unto him: "We share greatly in that which pisses us off," in the quotes of moi. All for today, folks. GOOD NIGHT, VICIOUS CYCLE!

Oh NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I am sooooooooooo sorry. I was at a sleepover last night and I... dun dun DUN... I dodn't get a chance to post!!!!!!!!!! I APOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--friggin--GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i RPOMISE i WIL BE ABLE TO DO IT IN THE FUTURE! WA.



);()

Midnight Madness- The Fellowship of the Noodle

And now it's time for...
MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!

Ah, yes, I know how you've all been dying  for another one of these... right?

*cricket cricket*

Well, then. Moving on.

As you all know, I started M&M a few days ago to make the potency of late-night posts even more tempting. But today, I would like to dedicate this M&M to someone very special: J.R.R. Tolkien. I LOVE Lord of the Rings! But I hadn't watched it for a while so I gave it a shot; I ended up watching the entire trilogy for SIX FRICKIN' hours.

But let me point out to you that it was so worth IT. Yep.

So today's MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!  will consist of a special word that only the true ring wraiths understand. So, without further ado, I give you...

MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!
Sauron was played by a very tall guy named Sala Baker, who I found has the most ENORMOUS  feet.
Hasufel is the name of the horse given to Aragorn, btw
Isn't it weird that in The Return of the King when they're about to attack Morder, everyone's on horses, but after Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, Legolas, and Theoden ride out and back again all the horses disappear?
Ringwraiths are really awesome--especially because they bear an uncanny resemblance to Dementors. Hm.
Ever wonder how awesome it would be if you got to play an Orc? All that makeup, screaming at peoples...


 

Natalie Says: IHOP all the way home!

Ah, the fresh taste of buttermilk pancakes dipped in Old Fashioned syrup with a dap of whipped butter on top. This, my friends, is the sensation generated from eating at the International House of Pancakes-- better known as IHOP. Yes, IHOP can serve many purposes: a place a girl to take her boyfriend for breakfast so she didn't have to cook, or a place for family to eat a brunch.

Or, perhaps, a place to harbor a malicious two-year old maniac whilst Mother is off at a business meeting.

And, luckily for moi, such a place was perfect for harboring Natalie.

Ah, yes, indeed. For those who have met her, you have found Natalie to be charming, adorable, and only hostile to her unconditionally loving sister-- ahem, yours truly. And I am sure that if you have met Natalie Moss, you will also have glimpsed her crazy, unstoppable two-year old "insane" phase when attending such a place.

Of course, if you were in such a situation as sitting across from a toddler who continually flashes her new "undies" to random passersby from under her favorite strawberry dress, you would find something to complain about.

Well, as always, dinner started out as perfect as a peach. Our server asked our drink selection, came back with said refreshments, and then proceeded to ask why in the world we would come here besides to sample a morsal of their delicious cuizine-- in simpler words, of course.

Sirloin tips and eggs were brought to me, an egg white omlet for Dad, and lightly seasoned tilapia with steamed brocholi for young terrorist.

As you can imagine, Nat automatically screamed in delight, for seemingly now adequate reason, only to be hushed by her father. But you see, Nat is not the one to take that lying down. So as soon as we threatened her with no cookies if she kept up her berating of the other customer's eardrums, Natalie took the chance to piss us off even more and yelled my name at the top of her lungs-- with a little extra twist of misproncuniation, I might add.

"AYNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Natalie has this thing where she wants so run "round and round and round and round." Meaning me holding her hand as she runs at 0 mph around a designated space, with me being her rudder, so to speak.

So, if you were eating at the IHOP just off Kanan, I apologize so sincerely because if there was crazy toddler shrieking and running about back and forth from your table, with a relatively fashionable pre-teen, bun and blue highlights accompanying her, that was us.


Heck, at least we got ice cream out of it all. =)

Making Pie!

Hurray! I have truly discovered my culinery excellence!

Yes, indeed, today I did a special thing-- make brown sugar pie! it was nummy. For Caroline and Genna, here's the link to the recipe:
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/brown-sugar-pie-i/detail.aspx

Today is short, but for anyone nearby, please, feel free to stop by for pie!

Oodles of Birthday #3

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S MY MOM'S B-DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!!!!!!


This is a post that is late at night because I won't really be able to post for Friday and Saturday, seeing that I'm going on a campout to..... wait for it....


SANTA BARBARA ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Yes indeed, but more importantly I just want to give a shout out to my mom. She's awesome in every way (except bad) and I am so happy!!!!!!!

Anyway so this was a short post but a meaningful one.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU

Are we going to miss Harry?

Question of the Day: Will we miss Harry Potter?

Ah, a fine question, indeed. You know, it used to take so little to make me cry; sometimes losing a soccer game would cause me too much grief for a kid to hold. Other times it was merely the thought of someone gossiping behind my back that shoved the cold, hard lump of despair down my throat. But over the years I have become accustomed to this, and have built up a wall to the "stop sweating the smaller things."

Well, thanks to HP, that wall came crashing down after Severus Snape revealed his awe-inspiring and deeply emotional secret/ love for Harry and his mother. Again this sensation occured when poor, poor Ralph Fiennes disintegrated into little pieces of... I'm gonna say newspaper?

Anyway, the point is that the movie was great. The popcorn was aweso-balls (Caroline's catchphrase?) and the shopping was fantabulous.


So, will we miss the Boy Who Lived?


Answer: ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm seeing HP7!!!!!!!!!!!

OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD
OHMYGOD

I am meeting someone who is very familiar; he'll be there at the local mall, with a long, black robe and a scar on his forhead: you know him as the Boy Who Lived...

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRY

POOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Yes, hallejuyah, I have seen the light-- bursting from the tip of Voldemort's wand!!!!!! I am soooooooooo excited! I will finally get to see the last of all the Potter movies! Oh, the marathons I'll watch after tomorrow. Huh! Qwell, anyways, all for today, folks but, one last thing:





AVACADAVRA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *EXPLOSION*











BOOM!

Midnight MAAAADNEEESSS!!!!

iNtRO!!!!!!!!!
Huzzah! I've been wanting to do this for a while-- fake a couple people out, wait until late, and then BOOM! midnight mmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss!!!! Yes that's right, every once and a while I will be using a respectively awesome anagram(suggestions, please!) to describe how I spent my day today. For now I'll start off with something simple. So, sit back, relax, and get ready for....



MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!
Nothing to do, nothing at all... but at least I had a friend to call!
Oh, dear! I have a plan! I'll clean up the house, tell Mom: oh, look at the chores I ran!
On top of spaghetti, was lots of Ragu,for I made dinner, and desert tooooooooo (On Top of old Smokey)
Desert was fun, homemade pudding, you see. Made by the one, the only, yours truly!
Loved writing my book, but I'm letting you take a look! (yet)
Enjoyed the rest of my boring Tuesday, but tune in for more madness another day!!!!!!!!





And that's all for.....
MiDnIgHt mAdNeSs!!!!

Reasons to Always Have a Camera...

Hi, everyone. You know, a few months a ago I got a forward on my Yahoo! account. It was entitled: Reasons why you should always have a camera." For those of you who have gotten this forward before should know about the pictures displayed, but for the majority of you who don't.. well, here we go.

Aaaaaw... I can just picture it now: this puppy stayed up past his bedtime... how cute!

Is this where Emily the Strange has been living all those years?

Thinking Dolphin: Your nose is wet and smooth.
Thinking Dog: Your is wet and smooth.

Everyone, meet the feline Zack and Cody... or Cody and Zack. Whatever, I guess this is what passes for TV these days... really, Disney?

This waterbed is most comfortable... fluffy and mobile, yes indeed.

Ummm.... Jackie Chan?

A little help...? ):(

Gimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimme...

Hawk: This is not a bus, people!
Blackbird: Off for a little outing...

Believe it or not... this was Bruno Mars' inspiration for the Lazy Song.

He couldn't get the girl, but he could get the cake!

What? She's the one that stuck, don't look at me! I am not a bad parent!

Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?Mine?

Foal: Michelle Kwan made it look so easy.. ;(

This, everyone, is what we call, "The look of the devil."

This little dog is watching "Two Girls, One Cup."

Hold still, horsie!

My tummy hurts?

Ah, it's so nice to see young stars rising! This one will turn out to be the next Lady Gaga.

This is Nike's shoe tester; he is paid to wear, examine, taste, touch, and smell each and every one of their shoes. Makes you feel a little better you bought Rebok, eh?

He's training to be Kitty Bryant! Ah, the bad puns i come up with!

Where's he hidden the catnip? Where? WHERE? WHERE?

What? You snooze, you lose! Dogs can have chairs, too!

Paris Hilton in dog-form.

The top is Lois Griffin; the bottom is Peter.

Please don't squish me!Please don't squish me!Please don't squish me!Please don't squish me!

A domesticated version of the lion king; I'll give you a hint: the two bigger ones are hyenas.

Charlie Sheen?

Bobo the Clown, everyone! Good night!

Have you ever pet a slice of Heaven?

Question of the Day: Have you ever pet a slice of heaven?

Well, have you? Because it's nearly impossible. Wanna know why?

1. You have to drive a long way.

2. You gotta be really good to be get there.

3. It's very stressful with a two-year old maniac kicking your seat constantly for fourty-five minutes.

But we made it. And in my case, my own little slice of heaven is...


Quiksilver and Seein' Spots Minature Ponies and Donkeys Farm.


Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwww.... Yes, animal fans. I went to first a minature pony farm and pet what very well could be the teeniest, tiniest foal in the entire world. Wanna see?

Caution: People with big eyeballs should refrain from witnessing the cuteness that follows. Absorbing too much material may cause serious adorable seizures.


Mini pony mini foal!

                      Apache the medicine marked horse =)

Pooping horse?  

And then there was the mini donkey farm, where I pet an actual turkey, heard and actual turkey, touched a pig, and picked apricots. 

 Yes, it is: a one-month old mini donkey who turned a month TODAY: her name is Sugarpea!!!!!!!!!!

Is his name Wilbur? Nope, sorry. Her name is Ms. Piggy. Seriously, I'm not kidding.

Answer: I don't know about you but... I HAVE!!!!!!!