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I watched Tell Me You Love Me yesterday (ball count: zero. In fact, was there any sex at all? I think maybe not, but I don’t remember for sure.), and the thing that bugs me about that show is how there’s just no warmth between any of the characters. They just all seem stiff and odd and uncomfortable with each other – am I the only one who thinks so? Maybe they’re all afraid that they’re going to be required to get nekkid and simulate sex at any moment, I don’t know.
I like the show, but it makes me uncomfortable, even without the sex. It doesn’t help that Palek and whatsherface are the most unlikable couple on TV, either.
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Did I mention that since I’ve gotten good and fed up with the chickens trashing our back yard, Fred is going to build a bigger chicken coop (we sometimes have to get into the coop to get to the eggs in the back, and it’s not comfortable, squeezing in there) and we’re going to move the chickens to another location? We’re also talking about getting chickens for meat
(yes, I am not looking forward to the killing of chickens in our back yard. I expect that there will be much crying and histrionics and vomiting – and that’s just Fred, har har – but I think that if we’re going to remain omnivores – and we are – and we intend to continue eating chicken – and we are – then I’d a thousand times rather eat a chicken who lived a happy life in our back yard and whose last thought was a puzzled “Hey, isn’t that the Food Guy? What’s that he’s got in his hand, some long-handled kind of food? I bet it’s YUMMY!” than a chicken who lived in fear and pain and crammed in a little cage and never knew what running through the grass, eating bugs and worms, and squawking at her sister is like. If we’re going to continue to eat chickens, and since we have the room, I think we should at least have the guts to raise and kill them ourselves, no matter how repugnant the slaughtering process will be. I nominate Fred to do all the slaughtering himself. All in favor say “aye”! Aye! Motion seconded! Motion carried! Think that’ll hold up?)
and so we’ll need a bigger coop, as we’re hoping to integrate them. Or maybe we’re not. We’ve talked so much about the different possibilities that I can’t remember what we’ve decided, alls I know is that Fred will be building a bigger coop and a bigger yard, and we’re trying to decide where they should go. Once he’s completely finished with
the shed and does a few small things for me, he’ll be starting on that.
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GodDAMN is it cold here today. It got down to below 30 last night, and when I went out to exercise this morning I was wearing a pair of shorts and a Coolmax t-shirt and a sweatshirt, and my legs froze and snapped right off my body, which made doing the elliptical kind of difficult. But I persevered and did all 35 of those minutes, damnit!
The issue with this house is that the two rooms where we spend the most time – the computer room, on the back of the house, and the living room, on the front of the house – aren’t very well insulated, and tend to get cold (and the fact that I open the back door so the cats can go outside probably doesn’t help the warmth situation in the computer room, either) and so I’m sitting here in a fleece shirt and very warm pants and socks, and I’m still shivering. I may need to go get the space heater out of the garage and bring it inside.
I’m not as cold as I used to be, though, I’ll tell you that. Back when I was on whatever the fuck that medicine I was on to regulate my heartbeat (Metoprol0l? I think?), I was always always just painfully cold and y’all were always yelling at me to have my iron levels checked out. Ever since I went off the Metoprol0l, I still tend to be colder than Fred is, but it’s not as bad. THANK GOD.
Now if I can just talk Fred into getting a pellet stove for the front room…
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Malley in the sun. If I go into the kitten room between noon and 2:00, the room is flooded with sunlight, and the kittens are all laying on the floor, baking in the sun, purring so loud you can hear them from two rooms away. It’s seriously sweet.
Rhian is just the prettiest thing.
“What?”
Snuggly brudders.
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Hard to believe that it wasn’t so very long ago that she
looked like this, isn’t it?
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Previously
2006: Questions answered.
2005: This makes me want to wrap my child in bubble wrap and lock her in her room until she’s 35.
2004: No entry.
2003: Meme.
2002: “How fucking much is that goddamn bread? A dollar ninety-fucking-five? Okay, put a couple of the motherfuckers in my cart, would you, fuckwad?”
2001: I briefly considered making a citizen’s arrest.
2000: (ie, “It’s all the fault of that fat bitch you married!”)
1999: I woke this morning at 2:30ish, feeling something wasn’t quite right. ]]>