Lambo has been a great distraction! He's going to be on the local news tonight, and in tomorrow's paper. He's been quite the celebrity down at DreamGuy's store. I had to give him the Mom-voice about overfeeding the lamb - everyone who stops in wants to see the lamb eat, or feed the lamb. But they are super susceptible to fatal illness from overeating, and they will eat until they kill themselves, so we have to watch it.

Heh. Look at me all talking like a lamb expert!

He's so adorable. I made a video and I called it - wait for it - "LAMBER ALERT." Hee!





Now that we're getting all this attention, though, we're having second thoughts. There are several families in this neighborhood who keep roosters and chickens and goats for eating, or so I've heard. I mean literally, we've heard both goats and roosters at various times. What if Lambo was meant to be somebody's dinner? What if they see him on TV and claim him only to take him home "for dinner"? Our friends with the farm said that since he doesn't appear to be a wooly lamb, but rather a "hair lamb," he'd make a good stud. And they've been looking for a good stud. Now that all the wheels are in motion and the word is getting out, I'm hoping nobody claims him. Actually, I'm feeling kind of dumb. Nice chubby lamb. New Year's day. Shows up out of the blue. He really was meant to be somebody's dinner, wasn't he? Well let's hope his fame is short-lived and nobody claims him and he can go out to Northfork Farm to live out a life of studly pleasure.

Amen.

I've put up a video from New Year's Eve, too. There was a great band called Heath Green and the Starmakers. I loved them and I'm going to be looking for their shows around town this year. Loved loved loved them. I danced all night! Wow it seems so long ago now...

Things have slipped downhill again with my father. I think in my last post he'd just had the second surgery and was recovering in ICU. Well at three this morning, my mother got a call from the hospital that they'd had to put him on a respirator. Not good! I found this out when I talked to her at 8 and she was just on her way out the door. "They said it's not life-threatening. He just had a little trouble breathing," she said.

So it's been the most surreal morning, fielding return calls from local feed stores and media outlets wanting interviews about Lambo, in between calls from my family about my parents. "You better come. It's not looking good," my sister said. "I'm already packed and ready to leave. I should be there by dinner time. I'm not packing a dress...."

"Fuck. Fuck. No, don't pack a dress."