Christy, me and you. We just have guy issues! haha
And Atti most emphatically does not need a Pygmy friend!! Especially a young one, then there'd be TWO goats out there roaming my neighborhood. hahaha Everything I've ever heard about Pygmy goats says they're basically like fencing in cats=impossible. But I have wondered if getting a third goat would help him. I don't know though. Threes ARE traditionally unstable..at the same time, adding a third goat might make things even more crazy. If I could find the perfect goat: a wether [or a doe, but a wether seems more likely to fit well] that's young enough to play with Atti but old enough to have some sense, no horns, sweet but not overly social, good feet+good feet handling manners, and big - at least 30 inches tall...well, I could go for that. But that's a pretty long list. haha
Not to mention the whole "Hazel needs to be kept safe" aspect - this goat would have to be submissive to her, or at least not bully her like Atti does.
And you know, every animal that I'm "supposed" to have always sort of drops into my lap. Animals that I buy, or actively seek out, never work out like animals that just "happen". If there's a perfect goat out there, he/she will eventually get here and nobody will see it coming. :) Not to mention that I'm a sucker for a hard luck case.
If somebody ever offers me a goat in need that fits a lot of my qualifiers...well, it'll be hard to say no. haha
Right, Maggie?! So much sass. And that's genuinely why he got out - to go eat those blackberry branches. He had absolutely zero other reasons. hahaha
That's really true about Gman, hadn't thought of it like that! Makes me even gladder that I did tell him that I felt hurt! He tries hard not to hurt my feelings but how can he know what will and won't hurt me, if I don't tell him when I have an issue? Can he read my mind? Last time I checked, NO. haha And it's not great for a friend-lationship to be built on a multitude of past, un-discussed, hurts - that's one way to make sure it doesn't last long! haha
In other news, that I forgot to tell you guys about earlier:
I'm a huge dork but this was kinda a silly "teeheeeheeehee!" thing that happened on Sunday night at church. So I have a couple of lady friends that I sit with [I think I discussed them with you guys before] at church and I happened to mention to one of them, the one I really truly like [I've only known her for a little while but we really "get" each other], about Gman and his unexplained absence. She's met him before when he came up to say hi to me and she was all "he's SO CUTE!" after she met him.
Anyway, I told her about how he was late to see me and she was all "....are you guys together, like dating?"
And she was totally serious. She had thought we were. HAH!
*insert all kinds of girly-ness here*
Obviously that doesn't mean a whollllle lot since she really doesn't know me, but you know...it's nice to hear someone just assume you're dating the hottest+nicest+classiest guy in the worlllllld. Especially since I'm not the prettiest, or the classiest [BY FAR!
], or the nicest.
I WISH, Church Lady Friend!!!!
Also, do you guys want to hear a Gentleman Friend story?
I've had a lonely day, I feel like telling stories.
*insert old lady/witch voice here* Storytime with Grandma Wallaby!
This is basically the story of how we became friends.
First day of camp.
I got there early, typical for me.
I saw my friend B walking across the field with this "hipster" guy and my automatic reaction, since said hipster was so good-looking and so...not someone I would know, my automatic reaction was to think "THAT GUY. Me and him, we are NOT going to be friends. Probably gonna be enemies." [sidebar: that's pretty much my initial reaction to everyone, ever, that I'm actually going to be good friends with. hahaha] I assumed he was not going to like me.
Then, the initial meeting at camp, the one where the camp director made sure everybody was there and kinda introduced himself/the camp - a friend of mine [my previous crush, yes. yes. haha] opened up the camp laptop to get it set up for "Hipster Guy" [soon to be Gman]. And the first thing we both saw, as this laptop opened, was basically a glamor shot of Gman. My friend [who knew Gman already from school] started cracking up so hard and, believe you me, it is HARD to get that friend to laugh. That was my first clue that Gman might not be so bad.
Anyway, couple hours later, we had meetings with our individual camp areas - I was the Head Wrangler so my area was "Program Staff", Gman was the Photographer so he was also on PS.
I think this was the first time we really took notice of each other - he was sitting sort of across from me and THE WHOLE meeting I'd look up and see him staring at me, then he'd quickly look away and I'd look away...only to repeat the whole thing moments later.
That was when I was all "ok, who is this creep? He looks like a jerk but he's staring a hole into my head. THAT kind of guy doesn't do that to girls like me. WHY is this happening." and I decided to become friends, to "make sure he wasn't a creep". haha :P
Later that day, the program staff had a little bonfire and we had to pull out all these folding chairs. He made a point of setting my chair up specifically for me and said the first words he said to me: "your chair, my lady". I don't know WHERE that came from but boy. hahaha
And he's nevvvver a huge flirt like that! To this day I don't even understand. But that bonfire was basically a repeat of the previous meeting - eyes kept meeting, awkward fast looking away...ahhh, the easy days.
And luckily, one of my besties was being his photography 'mentor/trainer' since she had done the camp's photography the year before. SO somebody [ME] just, oh I don't know, HAD to sit with the two of them at meals and HAD to invite them on trail rides and HAD to come see them whenever she wasn't busy.
I think he went on probably one ride a day for that entire week of training. hahaha And he loved every second of it.
By the end of that week, we were being all "dude, did we meet a week ago? Haven't I known you my whole life??" and it was the greatest. And we're still friends.
I can literally say that he is one of two camp people I'm still close friends with, years after camp.
I still talk to other people but we're not close and getting closer. And the other camp person was that bestie who did his photo training at camp.
And that has been story time with Grandma Wallaby!
I hope you guys liked that story!
Those events made me feel like a princess and remembering them makes me feel like a princess all over again! Who knew that you could meet someone and one week later feel like you've known them your whole life, and still be close 2.5 years later! Who. Knew.
And here's a picture of Miss Lacey from this evening. She felt like showing off her yawning abilities.