I was going to write about the time I was traveling for work with my cat, then ended up fighting a damn acid dripping monster, but then I remembered that wasn’t me, that was Sigourney Weaver. So here’s this instead.
Fetch My Flying Monkeys is going to be going through some rearranging in the next week. Don’t worry. Clooney, T-Rex and goats will still be a part of this blog. Hi Justin! By the way, I appreciate all the kind words from you guys. Seriously. Hearing from readers is a big ole’ ego boost. Thank you.
The rearranging that will be visible to you will be kind of minor. One of the visible things you’ll be seeing, for example, is my blogroll will have its own page so that I can add more links to your sites. I have not been good at this because well one, I’m a lazy slacker, and two, the outside columns would go all wacky uneven and that would drive me crazy. I mean, even crazier than I am now. I considered going to a two column blog for a sleeker look but I don’t want to give up putting links in on the left. Besides, a sleek blog is the sign of a stable person. We cannot have that. Oh, speaking of links, in case you missed seeing this one, I am putting it up here because it’s fucking adorable. I know it’s not a goat, but it makes me smile.
What was I talking about? Oh yeah, rearranging the blog. There may be a few interruptions in posting, but IT is working hard for that not to happen. That translates to J doesn’t want to hear me bitch and whine.
Now here’s a picture of a goat in a Ferrari.

P.S. Don’t forget to leave the url to your site so I can keep track of you people!
P.P.S. Also check out Advice Asylum, where we stopped giving advice and went more with the asylum part. Seriously. It’s insane there. Join in the on the crazy.
P.P.P.S. OH MY GOD! I just saw this commercial on tv:
Goats are EVERYWHERE! It’s like a sign from T-Rex that I should have one.
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DAMN! You have me wanting a goat!! I am serious!
If I had a url I would leave one.
***You should so get a goat. I am serious. And you should so get a url. ~Laura
Great. I’m wanting a goat too. Especially if he could go skiing with me.
***T-Rex would want you to have a goat that you could ski with. ~Laura
So does that mean we wont have access to Monkeys? Or does it mean you are taking a blogging vacation?are you going to go dark? am I asking to many questions? I was just curious cuz I will have to compensate by doubling up on my Xanax and I want to make sure I have enough to get me thru this…
***It means Monkeys may have some outages, but they shouldn’t be long. Know what’s better than Xanax? Goats. You need one. ~Laura
I want a baby lamb. Of course, I’ll need babylamb diapers, because baby lamb shit on the carpet is more of the baby lamb experience than I care for.
Baby lamb.
I think I’m done.
(speaking of Monkeys, the one I know is an all-access pass slut, let me just say. I hope she doesn’t read this, she’ll claw my nostrils off.)
I see your future.
***From your mouth to T-Rex’s ears. ~Laura
OMG that is so cute and funny!
Thought of you right off when I saw that commercial a few days ago – so did the boy, he started going “goat, goat, you gotta tell Laura”
*** Ha! Tell him I said thank you for thinking of me! I will forever be known as the “goat lady without a goat.” ~Laura
You had me at “bah”…
***Ha! ~Laura
I don’t want a goat. I’ll leave those for you.
Because of the video, I now want a lamb called Bee.
Thanks, Laura. My Captain is not gonna be happy about this.
*** YOU SHOULD GET ONE! YES! And name it Bee! Tell him I said you should. He’ll understand then. ~Laura
Goats may be easy to admire from afar. Close up, not so much.
My junkyard neighbor, who is a fake cowboy, has a hoard of goats in a mud & shit pen in his back yard. He got the goats, allegedly, so that his weird kids could practice “goat roping.” Personally, knowing my junkyard neighbor, I suspect that there might also be some goat raping going on there.
Anyway. The damned things never shut up, and they really only have one thing to say: “Baa. Baa.”
They’re also pretty talented escape artists, although I suspect that this has more to do with the junkyard neighbor’s maintenance (read: none) of his fences. Once one of the goats wandered into my back yard, and I was forced to grab it by the horns and fling it back over the fence before one of my horses, who likes to murder small animals, could stomp it to death. Looking back, I should have let the horse have his way.
Goats: good in pictures, pain in the ass in real life.
***I had a goat when I lived in Ky. My mother did not aprove. It was a regular sized one, and yes it escaped a lot. My pygmy goat will not be in a mud lot. As T-Rex as my witness! ~ Laura
I’m excited to see what IT comes up with for your site. I myself have been known to change my site design upon occasion. I don’t have an IT guy though. I mostly just open up files and where it says, “Do not edit below here” — that is where I begin my experiments.
*HA! You’re a rebel. ~Laura
I meant to post on your last entry but . . . eh, you know how it is when you see something shiney.
I do enjoy your blog and check it every day for new insanity–I mean, entertainment. You’re funny as hell and say things I wish I had the balls to. Bravo Laura for not being afraid to be yourself!
*** Well thank you very much. It really is like a reward in itself to hear these things. I know that sounds sappy. But it’s true. ~Laura
Epic title.
Mmmmm… lamb chops. I mean lamb VIDEO. I meant VIDEO.
I have to say that until I visited your blog today, I had never known that goats could ski. I have learned something valuable.
** If nothing, I am here to educate you people. ~Laura
If I ever get another goat, I want one like this!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RZ93HL7FPY
**Oh hell yeah. ~Laura
Love the Cap 1 commercial. I hadn’t seen that one.
We had goats once upon a time when I was a youngun. They escaped and climbed on top of my dad’s vintage Studebaker bus that he was going to sell and/or restore and that was the end of the goats. I don’t know what happened to them, but I suspect they were traded for something as equally white trash as having an old school bus on your lawn…
***LOL. @ “equally white trash as having an old school bus on your lawn” ~Laura
I think I may have a goat compromise for you, although Jack may not be impressed.
I live in a rural area of Illinois and know of a farm that raises goats. The owners have two great pyrenees dogs that guard the goats and are raised with them. They are fluffy white dogs….that act like goats. They even head butt.
Good news…they just had puppies. Here’s the ad – Great Pyrenees puppies, AKC registered, born Jan. 16, wormed, first shots, will guard the flock, whatever the flock is, great with kids, one male and one female, raised with goats, $400, Wilmington, call 815-476-9034.
*** LOL! Thanks, but I think Jack would run away from home. Hey…one second thought… NAH. ~Laura
ALthough I doubt any domesticated farm animal could ever steal first place in my heart from llamas, that lamb was pretty cute. But, I know that lambs unfortunately grow up into sheep, which are not at all cute. And goats, pygmy or otherwise have this freaky pupil thing going on. Creepy.
About the best thing I can say for lamb or goat is goes well with mint jelly.
**Oh no you did’int! ~Laura