Ode Of The Ten Guinea Pigs

I pause my sewing to bring you this peek into my every day life. Presenting …

THE ODE OF THE TEN GUINEA PIGS.

                 Squeak squeak squeak squeak, SQUAWK,                                             Squeak squeaky squeak, Squeak,                                           

                squeak SQUAWK squeak.

              Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeaky,                                                   SQUAWK SQUAWK, squeak squeak.

                Squeak, squeaky, squeak squeak.

BY: Meatlug (Meala), Hiccup, Valka, Ruffnut, Astrid, The Screaming Earless, Stoick the Squawker, Tuffnut, Blind Bjorn, and Sonic the Zippleback (Zipple).

If you’ve been following our Saga of the Guinea Pigs you’re probably wondering when the last one showed up. Well, his owners have fallen onto some difficulties and so this little guy ended up joining of horde, leaving us with a staggering ten guinea pigs.

 

Introducing the guinea pig with the mohawk.

Introducing the guinea pig with the mohawk.

When one squeaks they all squeak. And they squeak whenever they hear the fridge open, someone walks by, someone walks down the stairs (seriously), and whenever their bowls are empty (which is frequently, they’re making up for their earlier malnutrition with gusto).

     Well, at least the turtle’s quiet.

 

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My Trip to Virginia

Cold.

Oh dear gods was it cold.

Have I mentioned I’m a Florida girl? We don’t do well in 15 degrees.

Asides from that, this last minute trip was a blast! My friend called me two weeks prior and invited me along. We started off visiting the Edgar Allen Poe Museum. There we saw tons of original artifacts and work as well as a piece of Poe’s hair.

 

Love the brick houses!

Love the brick houses!

The Gift Shop

The Gift Shop

The gardens.

The gardens.

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Turns out Poe was quite the snarky little dude perfectly willing to share his opinions, my friend suggested that it would be fun to see what he would have had to say about current literary fads such as Twilight.  Nothing flattering, I predict!

Friday saw us back in Williamsburg, this time to wander the shops just outside the historical section. The weather had warmed up slightly and the sun was out (still cold though) making the shopping extremely pleasant.

Everyone needs a six foot bear in a kilt. (The Scottish Imports store outside of Historical Williamsburg)

Everyone needs a six foot bear in a kilt. (The Scottish Imports store outside of Historical Williamsburg)

The last stop on our trip was Mount Vernon, the gorgeous estate of the Washington Family. No pictures were allowed inside the mansion but there were plenty of interesting things on the grounds.

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Gorgeous view from the slaves memorial.

Gorgeous view from the slaves memorial.

Washington's New Tomb, along side his wife.

Washington’s New Tomb, along side his wife.

Washington's old tomb from which he was moved in the 1830's, I believe.

Washington’s old tomb from which he was moved in the 1830’s, I believe.

 

Variouss staff quarters.

various staff quarters.

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Mount Vernon. Undergoing a little restoration.

 Undergoing a little restoration.

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The Ptomac. This is the front yard view.

The Potomac. This is the front yard view.

Washington's Tomb.

Washington’s Tomb.

 Posting will be limited until after St. Patrick’s Day, I’m making new costumes for our school and with about three weeks left I’m going to be working my butt off. I haven’t even started because the fabric is not here yet. This is where I try to remain calm and not freak out-with limited success. Wish me luck.