Hey, you, searching on “Chipotle mayo.” I’ve never made it, never mentioned it. Either you read about it somewhere else, or you’re thinking of the roasted red onion mayo I talked about when I made Paula Deen’s Grilled Apple, Bacon and Cheddar Sandwich with Roasted Red Onion Mayo. That mayo was some GOOD stuff.
Or there’s a Chipotle Mayo recipe, here. Not something I’d make, though, since I’m no fan of peppers of any kind.
These days my schedule is such:
7ish: Wake up, get out of bed. Sit in front of the computer for a while.
8ish: Go upstairs to bring Kara a snack (she likes canned cat food, so she gets some every morning), hang out with she and the little monsters.
9ish: Sponge-bathe, wash hair. I’ve only been washing my hair every other day rather than every day, because it’s not like I spend all day sweating or anything.
9:30ish: Eat breakfast. Clean kitchen. Do laundry, if any needs to be done.
10:00ish: Sit in the recliner. Read magazines while listening to country music videos, or watch something I’ve taped – usually Roseanne (YOU SHUT UP. I love that show!). Sometimes there’s snoozing.
11:30ish: Go upstairs and hang with Kara and the babies. Be bitten 10,000 times, scratched 1,000 times, and licked once (which totally makes up for the biting and scratching.
1:00ish: Eat lunch. Clean up kitchen. Find some sort of treat for the chickens and give it to them.
1:45ish: Get back in the recliner for reading/ TV watching/ snoozing
3:00ish: Hang with Kara and the babies.
3:30ish: Fred gets home. Follow him around like a bored little kid.
4:00ish: Make dinner.
5:00ish: Eat dinner.
5:15 – 7:00ish: Clean kitchen, hang out with Kara and the babies, putter around the house, stand nekkidly in the dining room while Fred changes the dressing on my incision and re-cinches me back into my binder.
7:00 – 9:00: Watch TV with Fred.
9:00 – 9:30ish: Hang out with Kara and her babies. I am utterly ignored during this time because The! Fun! Guy! is present in the room.
9:30 – 9:45 or so: Lay in bed and talk to Fred.
9:45: Kiss Fred goodnight. On nights when I’m tired, go right to sleep. When I’m not, listen to or watch something on the iPod until I’m tired.
Given that my schedule is pretty much the same from day to day with no big changes, I suggest that you expect entries to be incredibly light on content for the foreseeable future.
The magnolias are a-bloomin’.
Kittens and Kara are doing well. I’ve been talking about putting Kara in a carrier and putting her in the bathroom for a little while one evening, then letting Tommy the Ambassador in to the kitten room and seeing how they deal with a new cat. I can tell you how Kara would deal with a new cat: she’d beat the everloving shit out of him. Yesterday, Zoe peed on a cat bed (SIGH), and I brought the cat bed downstairs to wash, and when I stepped outside the foster kitten room with the cat bed, I looked down at the towel sitting on the floor – the towel that’s been there for several weeks, blocking the bottom of the door so that our cats couldn’t stress out Kara by sniffing under the door at her. I thought, well, our cats haven’t shown much interest in the kitten room since Kara went on her ass-kicking spree a few weeks ago, so does this towel really need to be here? Probably not.
So I brought the towel down with the bed, and last night at 11:30, when I was sound asleep apparently Tommy started sniffing around the bottom of the door, and Kara lost her shit, pounding on the door and growling until I got a towel and put it at the bottom of the door.
I took the good camera upstairs the other day and got some action-kitty shots.
Banzai!
Banzai!
Lo, you’re right. The correct term for Kaylee would be “State of kerfluffle”, as illustrated above.
More kitten pics over at Flickr.
“Hellew.”
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I need to invest in shirts that are low in the back so I can show off my badass scar.
2003: I’m about to enter the PMS Zone
2002: What I’ve done since Thursday
2001: No entry.
2000: God help me, I’m going to go upstairs and strangle Spanky if he doesn’t stop that infernal fucking howling.