It’s that time of year! If you want a holiday card from Crooked Acres, go here and follow the directions. I will absolutely send cards to other countries. If you’d like to send me a card (definitely not required, but always appreciated), you can send it to PO Box 565, Madison, Alabama, 35758.
Punki checks out the view while Sugarbutt watches from the basket.
Punki checks out the Sugarbutt in the basket.
Then I balanced the checkbook and paid bills, which is always a GOOD TIME, I can’t get enough of that, such fun. Once that was done, it was lunch time and while I made lunch I had at least seven cats in the kitchen twining around my feet, getting in the way, letting me know that hey! We could use some food too, and we don’t mean that nasty “cat food” stuff, give us the good stuff, bitch! I let them all starve, though (okay, maybe I gave them a little bowl of turkey broth, and the girls like them some turkey broth, apparently).
When lunch was finished, I began on the big-ass task of going through the rest of my Flickr pictures to choose pictures for the calendars. I cursed myself the entire time, because there’s just no damn reason I should have had to do that. It would have taken no damn time at all to stick the best ones in a separate folder on my hard drive as the year went along, and just looking through a folder of good pictures instead of having to slog through everything I’ve uploaded to Flickr over the past year (and holy CRAP I upload a lot of pictures to Flickr, don’t I?) would have saved a LOT of time.
I am vowing to be more organized in 2008. A girl can dream, right?
I had to stop about halfway through my picture-weeding process to make dinner (Core Salsa Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and the first batch of turnip greens from our garden) – or at least put it on to cook – and then went to looking through and uploading pictures. The spud called and I talked to her, and while I was talking to her, I realized I smelled something burning, and it turns out that the potatoes I’d put on to boil had run out of water and were merrily burning.
Fred suggested I mash the potatoes anyway, so I mashed enough for him, and just ate meatloaf and greens myself. He claimed that the potatoes didn’t taste burned, but I think he’s a big liar.
I finally got the calendars made, ordered a couple for myself, then puttered around online ’til it was time to feed the cats and go watch TV.
A very productive day for me – I got a lot done that I’d been putting off.
Today, I think it’s going to be laundry and a run to the recycling center. I haven’t been anywhere since Wednesday, and I think I’ve got a wee case of cabin fever. I might even run to the new P3tSmart in Nearville and see how long it takes me to get there and whether it’s closer than the one in Huntsville. I’m sure, knowing me, that I’ll pick up a cat toy or two while I’m there.
Someone call Oprah! I’ve got a cat-toy-hoarding problem!
The chickadee looks like he’s talking with his mouth full. (flickr)
Nuthatch on the left, chickadee on the right. (flickr)
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Fred called me outside to look yesterday morning, and there were four hawks circling overhead. By the time I got out there they’d gotten quite a bit higher, but he said they started out pretty low. The girlz were all huddled in a corner of the yard, but I don’t know if they were alarmed by the hawks, or just huddling together for warmth, or what. (flickr)