Happy National Pig Day!

Yes, it’s National Pig Day, and at our house, that’s reason to celebrate. What’s it all about, you ask? It’s about sweet piggies like ours. IMG_2555

Created in 1972 by sisters Ellen Stanley and Mary Lynne Rave, this day gives us an excuse to party and, according to the holiday founders “to accord the pig its rightful, though generally unrecognized, place as one of man’s most intellectual and domesticated animals.” Hear, hear!

Our entry into the world of all things pigs started about 10 years ago, when my favorite girl could barely walk & talk. Bypassing the usual little-girl favorite animals of kittens and horses, she fell in love with pigs. It wasn’t long before she started asking for a pig, and every time she brought up this seemingly crazy subject, we’d tell her sorry, baby, but people don’t have pigs as pets. Problem solved, right?

Not so much.

Once my favorite girl realized she could look things up on the Internet, probably in 1st grade, she discovered that why yes, people certainly do have pigs as pets, and fine pets they are.

We were in very big trouble.

Every year, my favorite girl would have a pet pig at the top of her wish list for Christmas. When the blessed holiday came and went without a piggie under the tree, she began asking for a pet pig for her birthday. We put her off as long as we could, but knew that eventually, we would have a pet pig. When she made this listIMG_2242

we knew the deal was done.

My girl did her research (again), contacting local breeders via email with her list of preferences and inquiring as to whether they had a pig that met her criteria (her words, for real). She wanted a female, preferably black & white (in the pig world, this is called a tuxedo pig). She set her sights on this little beautyIMG_2190

and it was all over.

Piper joined our family right before Christmas last year, IMG_2256and it’s been a wild ride. Wild and wonderful.IMG_2228

She was a little shy at firstIMG_2218

but quickly warmed up once she realized we were the keepers of the cherry tomatoes. That remains one of her most favorite foods, followed closely by wasabi peas. Yes, you read that right: our pig LOVES wasabi peas. She will be sleeping the sleep of the piggie dead, dreaming piggie dreams and snoring in her piggie way but will bolt upright the second she hears the can of wasabi peas being shaken.

She also adores blackberriesIMG_2422

and tzatziki, of all things. IMG_2280

IMG_2417We were rather uneducated about her love of tzatziki, and were shocked when she literally dove right int the container and had to be wrangled and wrestled to get her to turn loose of it.

She also loves beets, and lucky her: so do I! Roasted beets are a staple in my life, and she always helps me dispose of the peels.IMG_2974

She sleeps in my favorite girl’s bed, under the covers, by the way, and snuggles up with me after she’s had her breakfast, at 5:30 a.m. IMG_2238

Mealtimes are taken quite seriously by our little piggie, and she seems to be able to tell time. As breakfast and dinner approach, she lets us know it’s time to eat. IMG_3697

Naptime is serious business, too, and she has several favorite spots. The couch is good, with a pillow, of course. IMG_3666

The bed is comfy.IMG_3660

The dog bed — er, pig bed — works mighty nicely.DSC_6131

As is a sun ray by the front door.IMG_3792

Curling up with a canine buddy is cozy.IMG_3455

IMG_2512Some napping spots are stranger than others.IMG_3892

Being outside is a favorite of Piper’s, whether in a mud puddleIMG_0158

IMG_3042or the sprinklerDSC_6128

or near the flowersIMG_3668

or in the flower bedsDSC_6185

Grass is delicious!

Hanging by the pool is fun, tooDSC_6088

DSC_6101as long as it’s just by the pool and not in the pool!

Cleaning up birdseed spilled by the birds is important work, and Piper is always up for the challenge. DSC_6068_2

Our little piggie may be bossyIMG_2412

but we love her and are happy to celebrate her day. IMG_2382

Happy National Pig Day, Piper!IMG_0256

 

 


Pig races!

This weekend,I was too busy squeezing every ounce of fun out of spring break to get back to the pig races. Fear not, faithful readers: pig race coverage begins now.

May I just say that one hasn’t lived — really lived — until one has witnessed a spectacle such as the annual pig races at the Houston Rodeo & Livestock Show. Just as this wasn’t our first rodeo, it wasn’t our first pig race, either. It was, however, our first pig race since we became owners of a pet pig, so the races took on a bit more significance now that we know and love a little piggie. Naturally, we thought of our little Piper while at the piggie raceway.

So here’s the set-up: a grandstand full of spectators, the pit crew, the emcee, and of course, the piggies. The emcee spoke of the fierce competition among the piggie racers for the big prize: an Oreo cookie. Macy & I nodded out heads knowingly at the flat-out determination and light ing-fast speed a piggie would display in pursuit of an Oreo. We giggled among ourselves at the idea of our little piggie losing her piggie mind over an Oreo.Our emcee. What a gig, right? Calling the pig races every hour on the hour, every day for 18 days.Each of the three races featured four piggie racers. In race #1, it was a fierce, four-way matchup  between Kevin Bacon, Brad Pig, Simon Sowell, and Justin Bieboar.

The girls in the black t-shirts escorted the piggie racers to their gates. I know the pictures aren’t great, so just focus on the little pink blob coming down the ramp, just underneath the first girl’s hand.

The racers head to the metal gates and line up for their race. Off they go!

The next race featured Jennifer Lo-pig, Britney Spare-Rib, Lindsay Lo-ham, and Christina Hogulara. I gotta give some mad props to the person who named the racers. They  must have run out of clever names by the third race, though, because instead of hoggy celebs it was a college bedlam battle with the mighty University of Texas, Texas Tech, Texas A&M, and the Oklahoma Sooners. Not sure why they didn’t have the Arkansas Razorbacks, whose battle cry is Sooooo-ey pig.

After the third race, it was showtime for Swifty the Swimming Pig. We’ve been wondering how our little piggie will take to water, once it warms up enough for her to dip her hooves in the pool. If Swifty is any indication, Piper will do just fine You’ve heard the expression, when pigs fly, right? What about when pigs swim?

Here she is, ready to take her place at the edge of her pool.

She’s in place, ready to dive in.

Go, Swifty!

With one big leap, Swifty dove into the water and swam lickety-split across her pool. 

The crowd went wild! And Swifty was wrapped in a warm towel. Hooray for pig races!


Happy hearts day!

Because I love you all so much…

today, on this day of love and hearts,

instead of ranting about the injustices of the cancer world,

here’s a small sampling

of some of my favorite things,

which I hope will make you smile

and set your heart alight

and remind you

of all that is good

and all that is right

and all that is to be cherished

Happy Valentine’s Day!

And now, one last thing:


Party pics!

I know, I know–I’ve been seriously neglectful of this little blog. I’ve been busy. The days are just packed. It’s bad. I feel guilty. Yadda yadda.

To assuage my blogger guilt, you might think I’d craft a meticulous, witty, and informative post about something, anything.

But no.

Not today.

I hit the ground running this morning and got the kiddies off to school, fed the animals, pounded out a good workout, grabbed some groceries in the rain, unpacked said groceries, horked down a Greek yogurt with blueberries & raspberries, threw some chicken breasts in the oven to bake before they take a dip into chicken noodle soup, and now I’m heading to my tennis drill. And it’s not even noon.

Sooooooo, in lieu of a meticulous, witty, and informative post, you get this: enjoy!

Piggie party hat, ripped from the head of a $3.49 stuffed turtle from TJ Maxx, then customized for our little piggie. The turtle went to the dogs and is now limbless and sans stuffing.

The party girl in her hat. A ribbon chin-strap and a little bling and she's ready to party.

 

The birthday girl with her party-hatted pig. This, my friends, is what life is all about. A girl. A pig. A hat. A party. Good stuff.


Happy New Year!

 

“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called opportunity and the first chapter is New Year’s Day.” — Edith Lovejoy Pierce

I’m a couple of days late, but the sentiment stands.

Welcome, 2012. I have every hope that this year will be waaaaaaaaay better than the last. 2011 was a humdinger, and not in a good way. 2012 is bound to be better, just by default.

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I’m not one for making resolutions as a new year dawns, but I do like to set goals. I’ll leave things like world peace and matching-making for those pathetic Kardashian sisters to a higher power; I’m motivated, but am not a miracle worker. Without further ado, my goals for the coming year, in no apparent order:

drink more champagne (I’m sure some are wondering, is that even possible??)

improve my forehand (more depth and more angles, and quit hitting right to the person on the other side of the net. Sheesh.)

make my own salad dressing (no more Newman’s Own for me, although I want to figure out how to get  his face on my bottle of dressing)

get my kids to eat more like Piper and less like John Belushi in Animal House, John Candy, and Chris Farley

take my calcium supplement (every day, no excuses, just do it)

That’s it. A simple list.

Happy New Year!