tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60198432742511703782024-03-05T13:08:04.378-08:00The days of my lifeLlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-22852983425403474812009-10-02T19:42:00.000-07:002009-10-02T19:46:11.180-07:00Squash floating in the air<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3YU-X-DajTwS5nk1IZywh2LgPVPi6p77lX3hRRQ46zcDO-IVy81BcPlezybGtAzlcc5_QG90I-zOnImGW3NlmjDtReZSNrzjHmy_nSdsoBnT-HPiTyFLJhdKppedwQONFBVSIW1Dtps/s1600-h/Squash+hanging+in+air.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388198880752451426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3YU-X-DajTwS5nk1IZywh2LgPVPi6p77lX3hRRQ46zcDO-IVy81BcPlezybGtAzlcc5_QG90I-zOnImGW3NlmjDtReZSNrzjHmy_nSdsoBnT-HPiTyFLJhdKppedwQONFBVSIW1Dtps/s400/Squash+hanging+in+air.jpg" /></a> No, these squash are not floating in the air. To dry them and keep them away from rats I hung them on fishing line. Will it work, I dunno. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-54216448888969303422009-10-02T18:59:00.000-07:002009-10-02T19:04:41.806-07:00Harvest of Squash<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UYqF_gI7wgMwHVy3qDKgMsZ4SPEbGcIx5R7MIj1avyRicS9j2LWYX90DzLYn-20NU0hdN5m-eQiy7vatvSWzvdmw5F3CWROxiiuQWMZv78cIZmP1Jilfu30N4tRZUDtPFVl_m8q6iJg/s1600-h/Squash+2009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388187965267705890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UYqF_gI7wgMwHVy3qDKgMsZ4SPEbGcIx5R7MIj1avyRicS9j2LWYX90DzLYn-20NU0hdN5m-eQiy7vatvSWzvdmw5F3CWROxiiuQWMZv78cIZmP1Jilfu30N4tRZUDtPFVl_m8q6iJg/s400/Squash+2009.jpg" /></a> Dad picked squash today. Say, anybody like squash? We dug potatoes and I picked tomatoes, again. The monument chinese cabbage is wonderful and we have lots of it. We also have lots of carrots and beets. Oh yea and, collard greens. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-28346838809614356242009-09-29T18:19:00.000-07:002009-09-29T18:37:44.224-07:00Browny eating a snack<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0O1VUBTxsPP_D3uZng-ASMfsQFEVgbkCJTr19xCO4hoBde_LlpUITbarNrMDnvpp1419ZNgipuQwlXqoy6g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>This is Browny having a little snack.</p><p>By the way, we have a small<br />Tsunami coming tonight. </p>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-70691984837828775102009-09-26T15:19:00.000-07:002009-09-26T15:25:39.679-07:00my neices daughter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLHU47lj3QO2xUJa1T6b8jeK-WJICeSBHgEEh0UlUW6wLLhrai1fwP8TGtoCW-XeSB6ttpvki1ImPbYMM8ZHlh3-JzmskA0PCP6hgpuK_tnB60p6Me0qyjo7KU0g0QFJmb-ELJ5uw4Iw/s1600-h/File0219+(Medium).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385904801871888018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLHU47lj3QO2xUJa1T6b8jeK-WJICeSBHgEEh0UlUW6wLLhrai1fwP8TGtoCW-XeSB6ttpvki1ImPbYMM8ZHlh3-JzmskA0PCP6hgpuK_tnB60p6Me0qyjo7KU0g0QFJmb-ELJ5uw4Iw/s400/File0219+(Medium).jpg" /></a> This is a newspaper front page of my neice's daughter. It was on Sept 21st of The World newspaper. <br /><br />Dad has been hearing a strange bird around the place. He said it goes, owww, owww. I told him it was probably an owl with a cold. <br /><br />Nothing else yet to report on the farm here. owww, owww. Type more later.LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-74748974426933818702009-09-25T15:06:00.000-07:002009-09-25T15:10:44.858-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIkE8ZXc0acKbVmztdOSLgvGnB2KQND3aExWCLV2tTBMTAzeCP3ArICJY-oZ3Gh9XX9z1q4Y9rC-R_6GTOG9bgHcRGA95WQwa9hfHSHE6mcAzGZdgrngBeThwTkPxYrHv7v5SmBN8mLE/s1600-h/100_3081+(Medium).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385530031208055010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqIkE8ZXc0acKbVmztdOSLgvGnB2KQND3aExWCLV2tTBMTAzeCP3ArICJY-oZ3Gh9XX9z1q4Y9rC-R_6GTOG9bgHcRGA95WQwa9hfHSHE6mcAzGZdgrngBeThwTkPxYrHv7v5SmBN8mLE/s400/100_3081+(Medium).jpg" /></a> Oh what a tangled web we weave. <br /><br />I was going to add the "this date in history" feature to my blog but when I looked up today nothing happened. Nothing, nada, zip. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-2591088895175569172009-07-31T16:19:00.001-07:002009-07-31T16:28:18.990-07:00Tuna fishing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33bM-w74FCxZGXDGkVuXdtfV_qQuU4q3sAvLpVrS757zlcGEHIP18fdjppeXTiPItLbbQ05NgXsJNAkJ3A8JnzIH7joNgmn_-jRejFQneZU-2ATlbNnMJw1wKkLWngiDDuDFTUPMYURw/s1600-h/Tuna+Trip.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364768278348336594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33bM-w74FCxZGXDGkVuXdtfV_qQuU4q3sAvLpVrS757zlcGEHIP18fdjppeXTiPItLbbQ05NgXsJNAkJ3A8JnzIH7joNgmn_-jRejFQneZU-2ATlbNnMJw1wKkLWngiDDuDFTUPMYURw/s400/Tuna+Trip.jpg" /></a><br />I went tuna fishing yesterday. We caught 17 tuna. I don't even like tuna. We caught some of them on hook and line. Its not fun. <br />We went out in the pacific ocean. If your looking north the pacific is the big pond on your left. We went way way out. Its over my head in some places. See the nice picture of the boat moving. Its not like that in the pacific ocean. Its very very bumpy. My teeth and some of my butterflies are still out there somewhere. Let me pry my hand off of this desk so I can send this.LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-12685637425629150312009-07-28T16:42:00.000-07:002009-07-28T17:23:53.079-07:00Hot weather<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxo2uRGW4pS_O3ixbaMEPuDpo_ZEegxNAEm2oGIc3zjmzwm8ISwJfQwlzjPekTHzEm6PreIbokYyfogefRkiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Here is a video of when we got back from town today in the heat. Don't worry no little old men, or Llamas were hurt in the filming of this. Blacky usually jumps around but as you see its so hot he just stands there. </p>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-50863561701692323402009-07-28T16:36:00.001-07:002009-07-28T16:39:22.067-07:00Hot<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFb6G5DyPTTdRIj9einTite_zXnYufbnhTl9rxu1PRZg6Tk95PH0zhd-QHlaJw3tah41t7xtaibO75NmDTc3_tW1q3LAV8RJbBlZbdTFIx1Ufikni9hyQNDWDselwoJoXROuzUBCuFwhA/s1600-h/high+temp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363659351558876722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFb6G5DyPTTdRIj9einTite_zXnYufbnhTl9rxu1PRZg6Tk95PH0zhd-QHlaJw3tah41t7xtaibO75NmDTc3_tW1q3LAV8RJbBlZbdTFIx1Ufikni9hyQNDWDselwoJoXROuzUBCuFwhA/s400/high+temp.jpg" /></a> This is as hot as its ever been here since we've been here. The 101 is outside. Its so hot I seen a tree chasing a dog! <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-19255999722877172872009-07-27T11:45:00.000-07:002009-07-28T16:30:17.057-07:00Lonesome Dove<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxRIWVJ2TdwiwjPoxBn-yMuErXeG8BFX_6ShGc3ZhVgh6NcKZrb_yf1vsz2tpAALTCKnH2l0-fgtcxVoXIbRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>We got rid of all our laying chickens so Mr. Wilson aka "Roosty" is mighty lonesome. He's been running around looking for someone to hang out with. Here he is hanging out with the Llamas, notice blacky keeping an eye on him when he walks behind him. Rule #1, never let a lonesome rooster walk behind you. We've got other hens growing up but there not old enough to hang with a rooster yet. </p>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-115047222479621922009-07-22T15:30:00.001-07:002009-07-22T15:32:54.766-07:00What color is your parachute?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zJaEtxqHfY8drWp8stCTtNLQRwyicgYOPw0LaF-ZPqUa6VA0-4HCh6i40CM4-BCLrAxhUm8KjL5K2ydj0eTW93NesWBkQ0OFBDmO0FTJpxuFqDaW8RkdxNAuYcdLhePaZYC-M6FEFnk/s1600-h/blue+paint.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361415896636724530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4zJaEtxqHfY8drWp8stCTtNLQRwyicgYOPw0LaF-ZPqUa6VA0-4HCh6i40CM4-BCLrAxhUm8KjL5K2ydj0eTW93NesWBkQ0OFBDmO0FTJpxuFqDaW8RkdxNAuYcdLhePaZYC-M6FEFnk/s320/blue+paint.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Remember, don't ever, ever ever let me pick out the paint. </div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-5321289782135330702009-07-19T21:42:00.001-07:002009-07-19T21:49:21.892-07:00Weenie watchers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78hW1OVAYpFFQb1x672AT3f6rWst-jyLxtABhtHDNimcA1tLuq4XMtUHr-FJw6lwDa2i_-oL8SPooB8iHFqIgzvkxGkyDZ8Dz9lrgQlE7L_onrdUk0NvkZz4V86u8VktYxUm5KSny56U/s1600-h/Sheba+on+back.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360398399069861602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78hW1OVAYpFFQb1x672AT3f6rWst-jyLxtABhtHDNimcA1tLuq4XMtUHr-FJw6lwDa2i_-oL8SPooB8iHFqIgzvkxGkyDZ8Dz9lrgQlE7L_onrdUk0NvkZz4V86u8VktYxUm5KSny56U/s320/Sheba+on+back.jpg" /></a> Sheba has been getting a little heavy lately so she joined weenie watchers. She used to eat dog food, eat a weenie and then go eat Llama manure. Now she eats dog food, eats half a weenie, and goes and rolls in horse manure. Her breath is fresher and she is more the weight of the other dogs in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neighborhood</span>. She smells <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> more after the roll in horse manure but Dad don't seem to mind. <br />Weenie watchers don't change the way you eat, but they teach you how to eat weenie's more responsibly. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-17247187605313421752009-07-19T08:27:00.000-07:002009-07-19T08:38:35.428-07:00Hey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNb9wYQ9vYiYWnjr6dIJIj1pIX14EEJ4AU4k_h63wWs4ZehyjOkOaCJffN59Wrre5WA0xjdHqxod7IjSRKVktGHoNwhAGR04aqx5WeLvT57-wywF2C5zIkYrhmo8LzRr9v_BoQBxmJOQ/s1600-h/Hay.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360193662401296786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNb9wYQ9vYiYWnjr6dIJIj1pIX14EEJ4AU4k_h63wWs4ZehyjOkOaCJffN59Wrre5WA0xjdHqxod7IjSRKVktGHoNwhAGR04aqx5WeLvT57-wywF2C5zIkYrhmo8LzRr9v_BoQBxmJOQ/s320/Hay.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The neighbor called last night and one of them big round bales of hay fell off a truck about a mile up the road. Dad and I went and got it and he wanted to ride home on top of the hay. We picked up hay a couple of weeks earlier and he wanted to ride atop it also but I didn't let him because we were along ways from home. But this time we were only a mile away so he did it. When we got home he said it wasn't as fun as when he was a kid. I told him he was sitting on a pitchfork and that might not be comfortable. But at 94, blind and deaf, he got to ride atop a load of hay coming down a mountain road. </div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-88249358872234281522009-07-17T15:30:00.000-07:002009-07-17T15:35:28.347-07:00crabby day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkqsCA8hQD0oUm5zdQtjjYnJ3t7Jwvg59bAhti5K6a__IhL_6XPesAe069rWlXGdBtwJ8Sy2negtsS8vXyB4oFl75kKEtdy8D6G9Qv2q4U11yLE2M7Wwx2vmxXrvR0ONryfgkhHt9jVU/s1600-h/crabs+7-17-09.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359560782871934514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwkqsCA8hQD0oUm5zdQtjjYnJ3t7Jwvg59bAhti5K6a__IhL_6XPesAe069rWlXGdBtwJ8Sy2negtsS8vXyB4oFl75kKEtdy8D6G9Qv2q4U11yLE2M7Wwx2vmxXrvR0ONryfgkhHt9jVU/s320/crabs+7-17-09.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yes, another crabby day in Bandon. We got 22 crabs today. Crab salad for tonight, and I found a new way to eat beets. Cut them up raw and add to a salad. There very good and hard to beet. </div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-66702820701788700622009-07-14T16:19:00.000-07:002009-07-14T16:29:35.215-07:00The Bbq in Vancouver<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMKW4o6Q3bGMJ99fPHqhqYPD3v1_1Cwh2QABrODulDpMDu1GuZ53MmhtpNzQlLl7FTzEfw5acTDmVRsH5P-m9_WkBmGskJTl3QCRuXmKLsBTEqTXtHWgLOWnWPpKicC0Y4nV5TpraLjg/s1600-h/Jenine+bbq+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358460800288690210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMKW4o6Q3bGMJ99fPHqhqYPD3v1_1Cwh2QABrODulDpMDu1GuZ53MmhtpNzQlLl7FTzEfw5acTDmVRsH5P-m9_WkBmGskJTl3QCRuXmKLsBTEqTXtHWgLOWnWPpKicC0Y4nV5TpraLjg/s320/Jenine+bbq+2.jpg" /></a> Dan showed up and brought his pretend gun<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9IcgV7eXNzMDYoxyaoM9RkJHFQ-O8XEuLUBmv2cdoGu4ikWJ0mMw4rSnLteGYqBdEdqhf9e-HBJ6wcABSwDy8rmL2GqI4hUMfgcQ5QYAj8YFnOfgqEeEhyphenhyphen_wSxGXcNaFORDBvtTUEPA/s1600-h/Jenine+bbq+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358460795388313730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9IcgV7eXNzMDYoxyaoM9RkJHFQ-O8XEuLUBmv2cdoGu4ikWJ0mMw4rSnLteGYqBdEdqhf9e-HBJ6wcABSwDy8rmL2GqI4hUMfgcQ5QYAj8YFnOfgqEeEhyphenhyphen_wSxGXcNaFORDBvtTUEPA/s320/Jenine+bbq+3.jpg" /></a> Ruby is trimming the tree, I did the supervising<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Pr18kfYD_CkUOGQ1OOZHeMq8l45cJhCKNppynnOzkQn-auf7xZ6klyOYbfEl_94lBJKzCoK27G_SNdn4ZxGvTRst8lkb9nn5MbHeyMAMoQECtnBl_fXy99tHn0asWnVV20-PUuplTzk/s1600-h/Jenine+bbq+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358460788754065554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Pr18kfYD_CkUOGQ1OOZHeMq8l45cJhCKNppynnOzkQn-auf7xZ6klyOYbfEl_94lBJKzCoK27G_SNdn4ZxGvTRst8lkb9nn5MbHeyMAMoQECtnBl_fXy99tHn0asWnVV20-PUuplTzk/s320/Jenine+bbq+4.jpg" /></a><br />Everybody and there dog showed up at the bbq<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicG4fz0ovOo4S_OaZxAt8Q02tw_YdRCKedkhyLFFgpNFMuUxPqw0H1U6Z7ZvxkRpsWYfGQXpvJ8h1Qrnu66Ri1GBfeDiGC9qV-NV0-bwLm4aW6eMjRVXEXFBlniAYwS1OJFItt029J9rY/s1600-h/Jennine+bbq+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358460790610257794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicG4fz0ovOo4S_OaZxAt8Q02tw_YdRCKedkhyLFFgpNFMuUxPqw0H1U6Z7ZvxkRpsWYfGQXpvJ8h1Qrnu66Ri1GBfeDiGC9qV-NV0-bwLm4aW6eMjRVXEXFBlniAYwS1OJFItt029J9rY/s320/Jennine+bbq+1.jpg" /></a><br />This was the night before the bbq. From left to right, Ruby- Jessica-Christina-Jenine. <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-57012796728090580322009-07-14T12:33:00.001-07:002009-07-14T12:36:53.598-07:00Let it all hang out<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5COYz3G-qqAqCFgsXvypXWeWU8lpeKS3rNV2vzWHYOOC6DKoQtDBoOrR2esxPFyqq6-RaORQ9-sbCute5gjDZzzCMSrs4qgjg0EAV090dcCo2N8D9vmi3lYiGkm9pvqbYtHPNntYpoPg/s1600-h/Blacky+sunbathing+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358401725440910946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5COYz3G-qqAqCFgsXvypXWeWU8lpeKS3rNV2vzWHYOOC6DKoQtDBoOrR2esxPFyqq6-RaORQ9-sbCute5gjDZzzCMSrs4qgjg0EAV090dcCo2N8D9vmi3lYiGkm9pvqbYtHPNntYpoPg/s320/Blacky+sunbathing+2.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Yep, summer is here on the southern Oregon coast. Blacky loves to sunbath. I think he was a nudist in another life. Heck! He's a nudist in this life.....</div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-52148730886482946842009-07-05T14:26:00.000-07:002009-07-05T14:30:20.635-07:00In Memory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCi1-Dp20Jb7Sv8mvljYSlZlIdrHscxLrl2-AxiItyOYlVw5CypJj6TAVgSBdHDksaitUHmFoZqUHN3Axu4VqEDxb8M8aKPTjVhUFX3HT4rbTC8IC_QHCtmNTFenHoN-ij1f4Ai8Z4KAA/s1600-h/firecracker+and+family.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355091298980168306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCi1-Dp20Jb7Sv8mvljYSlZlIdrHscxLrl2-AxiItyOYlVw5CypJj6TAVgSBdHDksaitUHmFoZqUHN3Axu4VqEDxb8M8aKPTjVhUFX3HT4rbTC8IC_QHCtmNTFenHoN-ij1f4Ai8Z4KAA/s320/firecracker+and+family.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here's a photo of Firecracker when she was young. Thats her Mom and Grandmother checking her out. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-17970118337927880522009-07-04T18:50:00.000-07:002009-07-06T19:18:27.911-07:00A sad scary story about the 4th of JulyWe found our youngest Llama today dead. She was strangled to death by some snarly branches hanging down from a tree. The other Llamas were wanting to get out of that pasture so we thought something might be wrong. It was a total freak thing. The scary part is it was firecracker, the Llama that was born on the 4th of July. I'll post pictures when I can get back to my main computer.<br />I didn't go fishing the ocean was to rough.<br /><br />Going to Vancouver Washington next Friday.LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-55878283519039233912009-07-02T20:14:00.000-07:002009-07-02T20:22:35.820-07:00Lag in postsYes there have been a lag in posts. My Aunt Ruby is visiting and I gave her my room and she likes it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> warmer than I do. The garden is really growing and I'm going fishing tomorrow am at 3 am. I'm taking my camera and will for sure have pictures even if we don't catch anything. I'm staying in the trailer and its sorta like camping except I go in the house and cook for everyone. Tonight we had spaghetti and meatballs. Its been hot here, it got up to 88 today. I'll try and post a picture tomorrow..LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-56091258082393935972009-06-26T12:18:00.000-07:002009-06-26T12:22:07.185-07:00Shebas new shoes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW3hs9Vx9dsnbjsuZjEO4e9yDortN8mKqEdC7LHhdVSoy1-mDZDhVJacl4nF0cVRM8XPnp7B9_ehmJDdKC2BJv3kpyLVQfDCZr-bNwU0pyppboCX5cue8k4O12weZfyqLw8sB0Jx59LM/s1600-h/Shebas+new+shoes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351718252017902802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIW3hs9Vx9dsnbjsuZjEO4e9yDortN8mKqEdC7LHhdVSoy1-mDZDhVJacl4nF0cVRM8XPnp7B9_ehmJDdKC2BJv3kpyLVQfDCZr-bNwU0pyppboCX5cue8k4O12weZfyqLw8sB0Jx59LM/s320/Shebas+new+shoes.jpg" /></a> Sheba has been clam digging with me for 6 days now. I tried to get a movie of her trying to walk thru the mud but it didn't work. Notice her shoes of mud she has on. She never complained once which is more than most people can do. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-6468435796063678042009-06-23T12:16:00.000-07:002009-06-23T12:21:23.451-07:00Clams<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdh7p5qXDIrv3TbvLmQL7Zw6bo0H0AGWUvjQhTP4k_Ymvzv-495Aaecvz-IecJpWspZul-FY0tnPYWTTCFEXZl1BFoURLd5RQkBFwSyKHLtcoVexxAMl8RmGYpYNbX8Odg0DCP0iOqkk/s1600-h/Gaper+Clams+2009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350604695066974706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdh7p5qXDIrv3TbvLmQL7Zw6bo0H0AGWUvjQhTP4k_Ymvzv-495Aaecvz-IecJpWspZul-FY0tnPYWTTCFEXZl1BFoURLd5RQkBFwSyKHLtcoVexxAMl8RmGYpYNbX8Odg0DCP0iOqkk/s320/Gaper+Clams+2009.jpg" /></a><br /><div>This week are real low tides. I've been clamming for 3 days now and I have enough to can. I got 16 half pints. It'll make real good clam chowder this winter. </div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-13120021124956151892009-06-18T10:45:00.000-07:002009-06-18T10:49:42.870-07:00Psst-wanna see a dirty picture?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj450-DhBx2fFv2xWvBeZk4Z8K6fhYfIZJC7Fa3cj_-YPlOOn_cZ44Tfblj0S9oX1ViEs76iPmUBMhoB9rZIBR_8vkY7B2e-n_Lqvb6gvwn1lkHbiYu0WWnTo77gVKQbnXKxnd9cI5oNJ0/s1600-h/motothome+dirty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348725667579070562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj450-DhBx2fFv2xWvBeZk4Z8K6fhYfIZJC7Fa3cj_-YPlOOn_cZ44Tfblj0S9oX1ViEs76iPmUBMhoB9rZIBR_8vkY7B2e-n_Lqvb6gvwn1lkHbiYu0WWnTo77gVKQbnXKxnd9cI5oNJ0/s320/motothome+dirty.jpg" /></a> I've been cleaning up the ol'motorhome to try and sell. I got my sisters trailer all cleaned up and ready to sell for hunting season. They call me Mr. Clean. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-29097619384691593362009-06-14T16:09:00.000-07:002009-06-14T16:14:09.397-07:00Garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Rpn7XgRiI-CwqdMiKC7dZi7SV-XE4J6roSPgkQGOih_TduCuA_LAfxcOQetmgXmDySusRq_QPTZcQQ9GqRJbgaPucdigu1r3KqVgkEz0JzomhshWIOrIzu4oNvZ_ZJnbEA71Lo-TgSQ/s1600-h/Oriental+cabbage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347324758962716034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Rpn7XgRiI-CwqdMiKC7dZi7SV-XE4J6roSPgkQGOih_TduCuA_LAfxcOQetmgXmDySusRq_QPTZcQQ9GqRJbgaPucdigu1r3KqVgkEz0JzomhshWIOrIzu4oNvZ_ZJnbEA71Lo-TgSQ/s320/Oriental+cabbage.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Here is some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oriental</span> cabbage that I planted not to long ago. I don't know if your supposed to cook it or make a salad of it, so, I'm going to make a salad of it. It sure looks good, doesn't it.</div><div> </div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-30052762349914077862009-06-12T18:43:00.000-07:002009-06-12T18:49:33.975-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6T23qDd0eSiFcQTRGdn3dIYsHjHs1jPjyqqVNGQN7bKkySirVHZAUUIQ2Rr31djT0eXz7SaFKscXNf3B6pSaWUutuO_-JzP4Ar_-qOZ5kF7PDReJdGKQQuQEDcc2_v-JDBpMMHZk-jc/s1600-h/Shebanapping.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346622807244796290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6T23qDd0eSiFcQTRGdn3dIYsHjHs1jPjyqqVNGQN7bKkySirVHZAUUIQ2Rr31djT0eXz7SaFKscXNf3B6pSaWUutuO_-JzP4Ar_-qOZ5kF7PDReJdGKQQuQEDcc2_v-JDBpMMHZk-jc/s320/Shebanapping.jpg" /></a> This may appear to be a boring post but its not. Its a napping post. Sheba waking up from a nap I believe as I just woke up from a nap..<br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-18193294377515559352009-06-07T18:37:00.000-07:002009-06-07T18:44:47.519-07:00Almost done<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim81T7Gs38wty7jHOePvk1JZaQJMsV5pz0qTs-ZP8-X_OmjJ-jxjpb-vdCsHwdmvOquq89sPa_DqA9p1p89rCepYprE4TvclcCjGvTXExjD8UVzjbgFjNOpC4zCe4x3FcNWiaae2Z8Nug/s1600-h/almost+done.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765748312270338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim81T7Gs38wty7jHOePvk1JZaQJMsV5pz0qTs-ZP8-X_OmjJ-jxjpb-vdCsHwdmvOquq89sPa_DqA9p1p89rCepYprE4TvclcCjGvTXExjD8UVzjbgFjNOpC4zCe4x3FcNWiaae2Z8Nug/s320/almost+done.jpg" /></a><br />Now here is a very none boring picture! Its the fish cleaning station almost done. All it needs is a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cement</span> slab for the cooker and something to clean like fish or crab. Say! Did you hear about the one armed guy that went fishing? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Oops</span>, I'll <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finish</span> this joke at another time. <br /><div></div>LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019843274251170378.post-13141764802493923492009-06-04T10:32:00.000-07:002009-06-04T10:39:01.275-07:00No More<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hb14t3v410KjDZIx0EwFinLm4lGErnPyJUDwdHrIN4KPgz30XIvHIwq24r33B6OkqAx8mB27qq8Xx6jBShFfzgNUp_GGl1sezeCEy-9jNGALUJsSE8qiFl4teZK4id4YiCmD3AcS3dY/s1600-h/Sheba+yawning.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343527156105147666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hb14t3v410KjDZIx0EwFinLm4lGErnPyJUDwdHrIN4KPgz30XIvHIwq24r33B6OkqAx8mB27qq8Xx6jBShFfzgNUp_GGl1sezeCEy-9jNGALUJsSE8qiFl4teZK4id4YiCmD3AcS3dY/s320/Sheba+yawning.jpg" border="0" /></a> I've noticed that not many people are replying to my posts.<br />From this day forward I vow to publish no more boring posts. No more posts of small tomatoes or ugly children, (just kidding). <br />I showed my blog to Sheba and this was her reply. <br />Also I'm going to give up procrastinating, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.LlamasOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08795580619503521950noreply@blogger.com1