10-9-08

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Have you checked out Love & Hisses yet?

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Lately, I’ve been trying out new recipes to have for lunch. I have to make something early in the week to have for lunches for the rest of the week, otherwise when lunchtime comes around I’m left poking sadly through the fridge and the pantry to find something to eat and eating something like Cup o’ Noodles, which is not in the least bit healthy or nutritious and doesn’t really contain protein, which is supposed to be a cornerstone of the post-WLS patient’s diet.

A few weeks ago I happened upon canned clams (from Maine!) at Big Lots (don’t judge me!) for $1.50 a can. I don’t know what the usual cost of canned clams is, but it seemed that $1.50 a can sounded like a good price, so I bought three of them. After hemming and hawing and putting it off, as is my way, I finally buckled down and did a search for a simple clam chowder recipe, came across this one, and decided it looked good enough to try. Last week, I finally gave it a try.

Making the “Cliff House Spice Blend” was a pain in the ass, and when it came time to eat the chowder it was good, but there was something in it I didn’t really care for. There were so many spices in the “spice blend” that I wasn’t sure what it was, but I think it was probably the sage. I don’t think I like sage.

I ate a serving of it for lunch that day, and I ate a serving the next day, but whatever was in it that I didn’t like the first day, I really didn’t like the second day, so the pigs got what was left.

Earlier this week I made it again, this time using two cans of clams instead of one, a little extra clam juice, and left out the “spice blend” and just used salt and pepper instead. It was pretty good, actually, but it gave me the most wicked gas. What I’d failed to remember, because I was so busy hating the sage, is that too much dairy gives me gas and makes me bloated. You’d think two and a half years after surgery, I’d remember that sort of thing.

So I gave the rest of the clam chowder to the pigs (who apparently gave it two (four? eight?) hooves up) and went through the big pile of “recipes I haven’t tried yet”, a pile that grows larger every day.

I decided to give this crab quiche recipe a try.

I LOVE seafood, perhaps I’ve mentioned?

So I got everything I needed, and I cut down on the calories by using skim milk instead of whole and light mayo instead of full-fat. I bought the pie crust already made from the freezer section because I’ve never made a pie crust in my life, and I don’t intend to start now.

It was pretty easy to throw together, and I have to say – that is some GOOD stuff. I used canned crabmeat (I don’t like the imitation stuff at ALL), and best of all, it’s giving me a week of lunches. A piece of quiche and a small salad, and I’m set for lunch time.

I think that next time I make it, I might do it without the crust completely. I don’t particularly care about pie crust one way or the other, and if I can cut out the carbs and calories and not even notice, I might as well, right?

So anyway – the clam chowder: good, but not for me. The crab quiche: VERY good, and I’ll definitely be making it again!

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While I’m thinking of it, I used bacon in that clam chowder, but I ended up using slices from a pack of bacon I bought several months ago, and split up into two-slice packages and froze.

“Robyn,” you are saying, “Did you not recently have your very own pigs slaughtered so that you could feast upon their flesh and don’t pigs provide bacon?”

The thing I didn’t know about this whole pig raising-and-slaughtering thing is that apparently not all slaughtering houses will cure bacon for you. So, we got several packages of sliced bacon from the slaughtering houses, and the guy who processed the pigs for us told Fred that fresh bacon was very good, so I fried up some bacon, and while it’s true that fresh bacon is not bad at all, it also very much doesn’t taste like bacon. At all.

Sue me; I like my bacon to taste like bacon.

(The sausage, on the other hand, is VERY good. It’s fattier than we’d like, which is why god invented colanders, so one can drain the fat from sausage and not immediately die of a sausage-induced heart attack as your arteries slam audibly shut.)

So Fred decided to do some experimenting and he took some bacon and rubbed something on it, I don’t remember what-all he rubbed on it, but I know there was salt. Because after he let it sit for a while and then rinsed it off, and then I cooked it, it was salty. It was VERY salty. It was so salty my tastebuds went on strike and I spent the rest of the day guzzling water to try to recover.

The next time he tried messing with the bacon – last weekend – he rubbed it with brown sugar, pepper, and just a tiny bit of salt. We let it sit for a few hours, then I wiped some of the brown sugar off, and fried it up. And holy CRAP that stuff was good. I thought I was going to have to divorce Fred and marry the bacon.

But anyway, we don’t have any bacon that tastes like bacon just sitting around, Fred spices it up when we’re ready to use it, and so I had to use the two slices that were in the freezer for my clam chowder.

And that was a fascinating tale, wasn’t it?

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Tuesday evening, Fred and I walked out to give the pigs their nightly snack (for the record, Fred does not like the girl pigs as much as he liked the boy pigs. He says they have no personality. I think they have plenty of personality, but I think he just misses his annoying boy pigs.) and as I walked out the back door to meet Fred in the chicken yard

(I really think that 15 year-old Robyn never would have expected “the chicken yard” to be in 40 year-old Robyn’s life. Or pigs, for that matter.)

I saw Joe Bob crouched in the back yard in that far-too-familiar position. I rolled my eyes and pointed him out to Fred, and then we went out and gave the pigs their snack.

When we headed back to the house, I glanced at the back yard and saw Joe Bob in that position again (I say “again” rather than “still” because he was in a different part of the yard). This caused concern, because back when Joe Bob was our foster cat, he had an issue with a urinary tract infection, and I know that cats with that issue tend to have the issue repeatedly (although now that I think about it, both Spanky and Spot had UTIs only once and never again, so maybe I’m making that up.)

Fred and I talked about it, and part of what we discussed was that we weren’t sure whether he was trying to go Number One or Number Two, so was he constipated, or dealing with a UTI? We decided to give him a dollop of cat laxative just in case, and to keep an eye on him to see what was going on.

The question was solved pretty quickly – I walked into the laundry room a while later, and Joe Bob ran over to the litter box and hunkered over and I went over to see what was going on, and he peed three little droplets of urine and then went along his way.

This is such an appetizing topic, isn’t it? I draw you in with talk of clam chowder and quiche and then hit you with litter box talk. Sneaky!

So yesterday morning Fred called and made a 9:00 appointment for Joe Bob with the vet 5 minutes up the road, and when I got up I got out the cat carrier and put it in the computer room so that the cats would initially freak out about its presence and then forget it was there, and then a few minutes before 9:00, I could snatch up Joe Bob and pop him in the carrier and be on our way. Joe Bob is such a good boy that when I went to put him in the carrier, he fought a little bit, but gave up pretty quickly and gave me a baleful look but didn’t meow even once during the trip to the vet or his appointment.

Long story short (too late!), the vet looked Joe Bob over, did some blood work, and decided that he has a Urinary Tract Infection, big shock. They gave him a couple of shots, a bottle of pills, and a bag of the special prescription cat food (which is okay for all the cats to eat).

Poor Joe Bob. When he was hanging out on the staircase right before I snatched him up, he had no idea he’d be suffering such indignities in just a little while.

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(Note the troll under the stairs, sound asleep.)

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It was raining so hard yesterday that Newt stood at the side door and howled ’til I let him in (he NEVER does that), and he was soaked, so I dried him off with a towel, and he was so grumpy he climbed into this box, licked himself the rest of the way dry, and slept most of the day away.

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Previously
2007: Further proof, in case you needed it, that I’m a dumbass.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: I’ve SEEN Deliverance, and I have no desire to be forced to squeal like a pig.
2002: Well, duh.
2001: No entry.
2000: We like our fast food, we do.

10-8-08

Okay, I have a new site up and running. It’s devoted exclusively to our foster cats and the pet store kitties. I wanted a place where I could go on and on and ON about our foster kitties and not feel like I was boring the shit out of anyone not interested, and I also … Continue reading “10-8-08”

Okay, I have a new site up and running.

It’s devoted exclusively to our foster cats and the pet store kitties. I wanted a place where I could go on and on and ON about our foster kitties and not feel like I was boring the shit out of anyone not interested, and I also wanted to have all that stuff in one place.

So I present to you:


Love & Hisses.

Oh, I’ll still talk about the fosters here on this page, though not to the extent I will over at Love & Hisses, and there’ll be a lot more pictures over there too. There’s a graphic link to the site over there in the left sidebar under the “misc” heading, and also one in the right sidebar under the “me, elsewhere” heading.

I’ve copied all the entries about Kara and her babies over there (they’re still here, but they’re also over there too) and I’m probably going to go back to the very first batch of fosters (Mia and her babies) and work forward from there. At some point, all the fosters will be represented over there.

If you have questions or issues with the site, let me know!

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And since there’s not a lot going on around here (except that it’s raining for the first time in forever, yay!), here are some pictures from around Crooked Acres.

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Apparently it was a good idea to keep the hummingbird feeders up and filled. This little guy made several trips to the feeder yesterday, all day long. I’ll continue to leave the feeders up (and filled with fresh nectar) for the foreseeable future.

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Newt lets his country roots show.

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Tommy showed that leaf just who the boss is. (Hint: not the leaf!)

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If you’ve already been over to Fred’s site, you know that he added on to the cat playground in the back yard by putting in another post, running a catwalk from one post to the other, and putting a perch on the end of the board. The cats LOVE IT.

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Tommy got a wee bit klutzy on his descent down the stairs. He’s just like his Momma!

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Tommy on the perch.

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Joe Bob on the catwalk.

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Fred harvested our first teeny-weeny carrot the other day. Not surprisingly, it tasted… just like carrot! They sure do grow slowly.

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Cardinal in the side yard (trust me, it looks much better this small. I took it through the window.)

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I got this bird bath/ waterer recently because it’s been so dry out, and I wanted to have a bird bath, but I didn’t want to have to clean it out every day. This one works out really well – I clean it and refill it a couple of times a week, and the birds and squirrels appreciate it.

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I’m pretty sure this is an assassin bug, a very young one (the pictures don’t really show you their true size, but trust me when I say they are NOT big bugs). I don’t know if this is the time of year for assassin bugs to hatch or what, but I’m finding them everywhere. I rescued one in my bathroom one day last week (scooped it up on a piece of paper and put it outside on the window ledge). A few days ago, the one in the first picture up there was hanging out near the ceiling in the computer room. I couldn’t reach him, so I left him alone, and he eventually showed up on my computer speaker (the second picture). I scooped him up on a piece of paper and took him outside. Rumor has it that assassin bug bites are painful, BUT they eat flies, which means they’re aces with me!

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Bee on the Mexican Heather, on the front porch.

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Sugarbutt on the platform one day last week, before Fred added the catwalk.

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Previously
2007: Whither Tom-Tom goest, the Stank will follow.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I’m just going to sit here and whine about being cold and thirsty, I suppose. Sounds like a plan!
2003: Just know that it was a little SKEERY.
2002: This is a mighty exciting entry, isn’t it? Could I be any more interesting? Should I do an entry about watching paint dry, or what?
2001: “Farm boy, fetch me some ice! Farm boy, fetch me a diet coke, chop-chop!”
2000: No entry.

10-7-08

This past weekend – I think it was Saturday morning – I was out by the chicken yard, tossing them leftover scrambled eggs from breakfast. Fred came out to check on the chicks, who were in their little “playpen” by the garage (he usually lets them stay outside all day on the weekends, then puts … Continue reading “10-7-08”

This past weekend – I think it was Saturday morning – I was out by the chicken yard, tossing them leftover scrambled eggs from breakfast. Fred came out to check on the chicks, who were in their little “playpen” by the garage (he usually lets them stay outside all day on the weekends, then puts them outside when he gets home from work during the week. It’s been especially gorgeous lately, since we haven’t seen a lick of rain in forever.). He was just giving me hell for not giving the chicks when the chickens, all of a sudden, started clucking in alarm and moved faster than I’ve ever seen them move. They ran as a giant wave of panicked chickens for the coop (under the coop is their safe place) and with a giant cartoon question mark hanging over my head, I looked up and said “Wha -?”

And a goddamn hawk swooped through the chicken yard, perhaps six feet from the ground. I shouted in alarm and then began running along the fenceline (I was actually outside the chicken yard), and I raised my arm to throw the plate at the hawk, then he seemed to think better of grabbing himself a chicken, and he flew up into a tree at the edge of the property.

Fred had managed not to see any of it – though to be fair, on Saturday morning when there are a lot of cars going by, it’s kind of loud out there.

The chickens were all either in or under the chicken coop, and Fred and I stood in the chicken yard and stared up at the trees to see if the hawk would reappear, but he (or she) didn’t. After a few minutes, Fred went and got a cup of cracked corn and tossed it out, and I accused him of trying to get the hawk to come back so he could see it (“baiting the trap” is what I accused him of) and he tried to pretend like he was doing no such thing, and he made a special point to toss the cracked corn close to the coop, but please. I know my husband. He totally wanted that hawk to come back.

And he likes the chickens, but I think if a hawk swooped down and snatched one up while he was watching, it would make his YEAR.

So, I haven’t mentioned it, but Fred mentioned it over on his site that he’s started fencing in the back forty, because we’ve decided to move the chickens back there and let them have some REAL room to roam (also, if they have a ton of space, why would we ever have to stop getting new chickens? It’s an illness, I tell ya.). And after Saturday’s experience with the hawk, I’ve started having fucking NIGHTMARES about hawks swooping down and grabbing chickens. Last night I had a nightmare that seemed to last ALL NIGHT LONG wherein hawks were circling the chicken yard and I was shooting at them with the rifle (yes, it’s illegal to shoot hawks; they’re federally protected. IT WAS A DREAM.) (also, I’ve fired that rifle exactly once in my life, and it had such a kick on it that I immediately dropped it and have refused to fire it since).

We’re going to cut down on the wide-open spaces that allow the hawks to just kind of swoop down and grab chickens by planting a couple of trees in the back forty and Fred’s going to put a couple of shade shelters up, but still. I’ll be worrying about those goddamn hawks all the time, I’m sure.

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Now that all her babies have been adopted, Kara will be going to the pet store on Thursday, hopefully to be adopted quickly.

She’s really integrated into the family in the past few weeks – her happiest time is at bedtime when Fred and I go upstairs. She considers the upstairs her domain, and she loves to climb on the bed with us and be petted vigorously, then run off to do her rounds of the other rooms to make sure all is secure, back for another bout of petting, and so forth.

She’s such a sweet thing, I really hope someone falls in love with her quickly and brings her home.

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Yes, I feel bad about taking her.

No, we’re not keeping her. (Y’all never believe me when I say that, do you?)

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Three of the most recent little chicks – not the ones we hatched ourselves or bought at the flea market, but the ones that were hatched by Momma chickens – are still small enough to squeeze under the gate between the chicken yard and the front yard. It’s not really a problem, because they don’t venture too far from the chicken yard (they go up to the front corner of the house and no further, usually) and they like to hang out under the bird feeders and eat the seed the wild birds knock onto the ground.

I see this sight from the computer room a lot.

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It’s a rough life out there for a Newtles.

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Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: 9. What is your biggest mistake? Immediately believing what I’m told without standing back and thinking about it.
2004: Reader requests.
2003: Why have kids if you aren’t going to make them do the scut work?
2002: You know, I don’t even have the words.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.

10-6-08

Good news – Zoe got adopted over the weekend! Whee!!!! & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & & &   On Thursday, after my stint at the pet store, I went to Target. While I was there, I checked on the price of … Continue reading “10-6-08”

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Good news – Zoe got adopted over the weekend! Whee!!!!

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On Thursday, after my stint at the pet store, I went to Target. While I was there, I checked on the price of canned Fancy Feast – what I give the cats every night at Snackin’! Time! – and found that individual cans were on sale for a very good price. I piled a ton of them in my cart, I think I must have grabbed close to thirty cans, and so when I checked out, it was normal that the cashier would ask how many cats I have.

Except that he didn’t ask the open-ended “How many cats do you have?”, but rather opted for “Do you have one cat, or two?”

I was surprised by the limitation in the question, so I hesitated for a long moment before I smiled and said “Seven.”

Insert the usual face of surprise and the “Oh wow! Seven?!”

That’s right I LIED, though I don’t know why I didn’t just claim to have two cats. It’s not like the cashier was going to sense my deception and refuse to ring up my purchases. I almost always lie when a stranger in the store asks me how many cats I have because it’s always when I’m buying a lot of cat-related items, whether it be cat food or kitty litter or cat toys. The subtext of the question, to me at least, is “Just how fucking batshit crazy ARE you, anyway?”

Pretty batshit crazy, as it turns out.

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I was sitting in front of the computer at some point on Friday. I had been running the Roomba in the kitchen, but she had finished the job and I’d helped her back onto the charging station (I know the damn thing is supposed to be able to find her way back to the dock on her own, but she’s rarely successful. Perhaps I got the spatially challenged Roomba. I love her anyway.). So it had been charging for a few minutes, and I was caught up in reading something, and then all of a sudden, from the kitchen, came a bellow.

“ROOMBA CHARGING ERROR. FIVE!!!!” it echoed.

I was so surprised that I almost fell off my chair, and my heart raced for several minutes afterward.

I pulled the Roomba off the charging dock and reseated her, and so far everything seems to be fine.

You’d think they could come up with a better way of letting you know there’s a problem than bellowing loudly out of nowhere. Perhaps a quiet cough and an “Excuse me” first?

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“Does my butt taste funny to you, too?”

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Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: You all have my full permission to skip the boring stuff to get to the cute kitten stuff.
2005: I forsee a lot of spud-teasing this evening.
2004: Phil Hellmuth is a whiny little bitch.
2003: “And then he told me he likes to have sex with you in the break room every day at 11!” he lied.
2002: No entry.
2001: Recovery.
2000: No one ever said I had a long attention span!

10-3-08

I’m telling you now, though, if you don’t read The Thirteenth Tale soon, I’m going to show up on your porch, barge my way in, set you down in a recliner, hand you the book and force you to read it. I’m just sayin’. It’s in the queue! I swear it! In fact, I’ll look … Continue reading “10-3-08”

I’m telling you now, though, if you don’t read The Thirteenth Tale soon, I’m going to show up on your porch, barge my way in, set you down in a recliner, hand you the book and force you to read it. I’m just sayin’.

It’s in the queue! I swear it! In fact, I’ll look when I go upstairs tonight, and if it’s not in the next five books, I’ll move it up! How’s that?

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We have those type of stairs and call them “pain in the ass to move anything big up them” stairs.

Dude. TELL me about it. When we had to move my furniture upstairs (when I moved from the downstairs bedroom to the upstairs), it was a HUGE pain in the ass to get my mattress up the stairs, let alone anything else. I guess I’m just lucky I don’t sleep in a King size bed!

[It’s called a]return staircase. sorry, i know the strangest things!

I knew someone would know the answer!

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We have hardwood floors in our house. They need to be refinished. How did you decide between doing it yourself or having them done by somebody else?

I actually had to call Fred and ask him for the answer to this one, ’cause I couldn’t remember. At first Fred was planning to do them himself (with some help from me, I’m sure), but he always researches everything thoroughly before he does it, and the more research he did, the more concerned he was that he’d mess it up and we’d end up paying a professional to do it anyway. After much deliberation, waffling, dithering and A LOT OF ANNOYING OF HIS WIFE, he decided to get quotes from local area businesses. The first guy who came and looked the house over gave us a quote that fit into our budget (I’m not being coy here, I honestly don’t remember how much it cost at ALL), was very professional, and gave us a lot of references. I really wanted to have a professional do it, and after a little more time spent thinking about it, Fred ended up agreeing with me.

Fred did end up redoing the stairs himself (with a lot of help and direction from his father), which gave him a definite appreciation for the work involved, and a year and a half later, he says that if he had it to do over again, he’d still hire a professional for the floors.

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I thought of you: This is challenging to read because of how the dog writes (worse than LOLspeak) but funny nonetheless.

Oh my lord, my head aches. I found that if you read it quickly rather than try to figure out every word, it goes a lot easier.

And it is pretty funny!

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I’m cracking up at the last sentence of your bringing Miz Poo home story….Sorry for all the kitten talk. HAHAHAHA. If you knew then what you know now.

I totally had no idea, 9 years ago, that I was going to turn into a batshit crazy cat lady!

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Hey! Didn’t you have a camera set up to see who was peeing on the bed???? Whatever happened to that? Did you find out who it was????

After a stint as an egg-hatching cam, a brooder cam and a front-porch cam, the webcam is… You know, I’m not even sure where I stashed it. I think it’s on the bookcase in the front room. I need to set it back up in the guest bedroom because it’s been long enough since the bed was peed upon that we’re just about due for an incident!

(I’m trying to convince Fred that we should set the webcam up in the chicken yard for at least a few days so y’all can watch the chickens strut about!)

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OK – am I the only one who wonders why you don’t take your shower BEFORE you go get your hair done? Or are you one of those fussies (like my daughter) who hates the way the hairdresser styles their hair?

Oh, I do take a shower before I go have my hair done – and then I take another afterward. She tends to use a lot of product in my hair, and I touch my hair a LOT (also, I touch my face a lot. Apparently I’m a self-touching fool.) and the feel of product-laden hair bugs me. Also, she’s good about getting most of the teeny little hairs off me when she’s done, but there are still plenty on me, so I take a shower and change clothes to get rid of those.

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What’s a girl who lives in the boonies with rabbit ears to do? I only get 3 networks, and I still struggle with watching/taping everything! I actually look forward to re-runs!!!

I recommend Hulu.com and iTunes! Edited to add – you can go here and search to find your favorite shows. Thank you, Lisa the awesome!!!

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Didn’t you have a recipe for homemade liquid hand soap? If not do know anyone who has made some successfully?

I haven’t made the hand soap yet myself, but Nance did, and her recipe is: 1 bar Castille soap, grated; 3 c. water. Heat ’til the soap melts. I have the soap and am ready to make it, but my liquid soap dispensers aren’t anywhere close to empty, so I’m waiting ’til they are. I have it on good authority that it works pretty well!

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Mister Boogers LOVES someone?? How is that even possible?

In his own way, Mister Boogers loves people. For a little while. Until the het takes over and he has to cast them aside. His love is fleeting; his het is not.

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(From Kinzie, whose daughter coined “Honkshu”, which I immediately stole for my own usage) Got another one for ya. They told me they can’t talk about the “b-word”, which is Pickle’s balls, so they say “He’s showing me his beehive.” HAHAHA. Where do they GET this stuff??

HEE.

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I think you would like this site too: http://iamneurotic.com/ It’s kind of like post secret but you list your neuroses. Very fun to browse through–makes me feel normal!

I do like that site – and you’re right, it totally makes me feel normal!

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I just finished Manhunt, which is about the 12 day chase for John Wilkes Booth after Lincoln’s death. There was an incredible amount of research done and it ended up reading more like a suspense/thriller than a history book. I hear that that book is supposedly being made into a made for tv movie. Hope it does! Reading it made me want to go do all of the tours of Mudd’s house and the Surratt house and Ford’s Theatre again. Good thing I live nearby them!

Is it a gap in my education, or was I just not paying attention, that I didn’t realize it took 12 days for them to catch him? I had no idea – I thought it was a matter of HOURS! (I’m definitely adding that book to my wish list. It sounds good – also, educational. Clearly I need me some education.)

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Um, can i come vacation at your house? I think I could really be happy eating and watching TV.

Wouldn’t I be an excellent slacker vacation host? I’m always excited to have people come visit ’cause it means I have someone to go out to eat with and drag to whatever store I want to visit!

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What happened with little Zoe? Did she get adopted? I noticed you didn’t mention that you brought her home again.

No, she hasn’t been adopted yet. As of yesterday, she was still there. She’s in a cage by herself, but – I think as a result of being in a cage alone – she’s a lot friendlier than she was when I took her to the pet store. Of course I spoil her when I go in there – she’s the first one out of her cage and the last one back in, and I give her plenty of cuddles in between. If too much more time goes by and she remains unadopted, I’ll likely bring her home to give her a break from the cage and give another kitten a chance to be exposed to the people who go by the cat room.

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There’s a book out about the Ice Man… hit man serial killer…something like that. I have it wrote down somewhere but anyway… I saw a piece on him on A&E (I think) and that man was a cold human being/monster. But his story fascinates me and I want to know more.

Confessions of a Mafia Contract Killer, maybe? It certainly looks interesting!

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Completely off topic and SO not related to your entry, but have you ever heard that you can wash your hair with Baking soda (http://babyslime.livejournal.com/174054.html) and your face with oils (http://www.thefedoralounge.com/showthread.php?t=20244)?

I had never heard that! Well, I may have heard of washing your hair with baking soda, but washing your face with oils? That sounds so odd!

Anyone tried either of those?

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What color did she use on your hair?? I must have it too!!!

I haven’t got a clue – it’s something she mixes up in the back. Maybe it’s magic!

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I was about to tell you the surefire method of having easy peeling eggs… which is to not boil them fresh, boil ones that have been in your fridge for a week or so and they peel with ease. Then I remembered that there are ONLY fresh eggs at Crooked Acres. How long does it take for an egg to go from chicken’s ass to the grocery store anyway?

When we have deviled eggs, I always immediately set another dozen eggs aside to let them “age”, because I’ve always heard that they’re easier to peel when they’re a bit older. I want to try the 12-minute low boil followed by baking soda and ice bath, and see if it works as well on fresher eggs. Probably we’ll be having egg salad this weekend!

By the time eggs get to the grocery store, they’re 7 to 10 days old; in comparison, we had scrambled eggs for dinner last night that were maybe three hours out of the chickens.

I can’t recommend getting your own chickens enough, if you live in an area where that’s a possibility.

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Umm…HOW do you get pics of your cats with such awesome expressions? And what the devil was he doing? The doesn’t look like a yawn?

With the invention of digital cameras, people like me can take picture after picture after picture and end up with some pretty good ones. It doesn’t cost anything to take 10 billion pictures and delete all but one of them.

Of course, it also helps to have cats who are real characters and make such goofy faces, too.

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Mister Boogers was actually at the tail end of a yawn in that picture – though it’s also the face he makes when he sneezes, so I’ve gotten plenty of pictures of him making that face!

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How surprised were you to see those dogs on your porch? The raccoon wasn’t that surprising (but cute), but those were two big dogs! Speaking of big, the spider that crawls across the porch was pretty large, too. Blech.

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Do you know who those dogs belong to? I would love to save dogs/raccoons/stray cats come up and feed on my porch, but since I live in a suburb with NO land around us whatsoever, I do not think our neighbors would appreciate that.

I wasn’t terribly surprised – we’ve seen both those dogs around here from time to time, ever since we moved in. I think, though I don’t know for sure, that they may have belonged to the people who sold us this house. I’d love to get my hands on them to at least have them neutered, but the few times they’ve caught sight of me, they’ve run off immediately and ignored my calls.

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How much cat food do you go through out on the porch? If that was just a sampling of the free loaders, I can’t imagine that how much food you’re going through.

Less than you’d think, actually – I buy maybe two big bags of (cheap) cat food a month, whatever’s on sale. Some mornings I go out and the food dish is completely empty, but most mornings it’s only 1/3 to 1/2 empty. I’m guessing that the dogs are getting food elsewhere as well as on our front porch. I don’t know if someone else is feeding them, or if they’re catching small animals to eat or what, but they seem to be at a good size, not too skinny, so they’re eating SOMETHING.

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Enjoyed the porch cam. A wild game cam with night vision out at the back forty might truly capture a lot of roaming deer, raccoons and who knows what all. About 100 miles south of where you live, a woman has a wild game cam and catches lots of deer, raccoons, possums — as well as lots of coyotes! (They are not hunters, just like to see what is wandering around their fields and woods.)

I would LOVE to have a wild game cam with night vision! I think it would be really neat to see what moves through the back forty at night. I’m still working on Fred, trying to convince him that we need one!

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LOVE the porch cam! Wouldn’t you have DIED if you were going through the images and saw like, a PERSON sneaking up on your porch? Looking right into the camera? And giving you this evil grin? Shudder.

I told Fred that I half-expected to find a movie of The Walkin’ Dude (who we also refer to as Crackhead Bob) snoozing on the porch swing!

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Your journal was full of yummy goodness today. Love the front porch cam. Hard to believe how entertaining that was! Something along that line: http://errabundusbus.blogspot.com/2008/05/pimp-my-ride-investigator.html

Too cool!

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Pigs and birds enjoy popped popcorn….. so does little fat squirrels that you won’t bake cookies for ; )

Oh, the pigs and birds and squirrels get PLENTY of food, believe me. In fact, I have a tree that’s pretty much devoted to squirrels – they get peanut butter suet nuggets, a square of corn and sunflower seeds, and if they get bored with those, I put peanuts (in the shell) on fence posts for them.

Any animal who wanders across our property sure does get spoiled rotten, don’t they?

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What kind of webcam do you have? I just bought one on ebay. Do you capture it to a tape or dvd, or to a browser?

Fred can correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe it’s a TRENDnet Internet Camera. It comes with software you install on your computer, then you connect (wirelessly) to the camera, and you can set it to record manually, at set times, or when motion sets it off; it records right to your hard drive.

You can mess with the motion sensitivity; when I had it on the front porch, I had to fiddle with the camera “zones” so that the bushes blowing in the breeze didn’t set it off.

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Just wanted to say that I used to feel the same way about slow walkers. With all due respect, I changed my mind one day when good friend’s mother, who was elderly and had to use a walker, was “nudged” and knocked down by an impatient truck driver. The truck driver, who saw what he had done, drove off, leaving her lying in the street with a broken hip. She later died. I guess the truck driver had more important things to do in his oh so very busy and important life than help a fellow human being, whose distress he had caused. My attitude now towards people who get impatient with slow-walkers is…take a valium and chill out. You’ll be a lot happier and, unless those 15 extra seconds spent at some intersection mean that now you won’t have time to discover the cure for cancer, I’d say they really aren’t all that important in the grand scheme of things.

Oh, I agree – I figure I’ll get there sooner or later, but CERTAIN PEOPLE take the fact that sometimes people are in their way as personal insults.

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You’ve probably addressed it before, but … WHY does the cat have to pee in the litter box the second it is cleaned and put back on the floor? Said cat, Simon, practically dances on his two back legs clutching his, um, self, waiting for me to finish!

Good question! All I can guess is that some cats are pickier than others when it comes to litter box cleanliness. I know that some of our cats will wait until I’ve scooped all the litter boxes, and then they use them immediately. What drives me crazy is that they’re picky about the cleanliness of their litter boxes, but they ALL use the damn same hole in the back yard as an outside litter box and you can bet I do NOT scoop that damn thing!

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Oh God! No! Don’t waste your time reading those books, read the recaps that Cleolinda Jones wrote. Go here, they’re funny:

http://cleoland.pbwiki.com/Twilight#Bookdiscussionentries

Now, in Stephanie Meyer’s defense, she wrote a book called The Host for an adult audience which was much, much better. She’s definitely writing Twilight for a fourteen-year-old reader, and she KNOWS her audience. That’s why Twilight is such a repetitive soap-opera. Don’t be afraid to put the book down.

Oddly enough, I picked up The Host in Target yesterday, then put it down because I decided I had enough damn books to read!

I’m going to check out Cleolinda’s recaps, but I think these are definitely worth checking out as well – they cracked me UP (though I only read the first few chapters so as not to ruin the surprise of the rest of the book for myself!).

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My dad always talks about honkshuing. Of course, he also talks about things being cattywhampus, calls unidentified objects ’sphagnum’, and refers to sick people as having ‘collywabbles in the bingbang’. I’m never sure which words he’s made up, which ones he’s using completely (on purpose) incorrectly, and which ones are legitimate. We are an odd odd family.

I would have guessed, if pressed, that “collywabbles in the bingbang” would be like “bats in the belfry”, guess not! I’m going to try to remember to use “collywabbles” in the future and see if I get A Look. Heh.

So my question is – does he use the phrase just in passing, or does he do it to get A Look from someone?

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I don’t have HBO but really want to see the True Blood series. Does anyone out there have a DVR and is keeping the episodes? Could I beg someone to copy the episodes to a DVD for me (or VHS is fine too)? I’d be happy to wait until the season’s over even if I could get all of them. I’d pay for the DVDs and shipping. If someone’s willing, let me know and we can exchange e-mails or something to work out the details.

Anyone willing to help out, let me know and I’ll pass you along to Lo! Edited to add – you can go here and search to find your favorite shows. Thank you, Lisa the awesome!!!

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So I missed the unveiling of the House Tour, which I had whined for, because of the week-long power outage up here (”Ike Hits Ohio”), and then you up and go away.

I have been in serious BP withdrawal.

Anyone who might have missed it, the House Tour is here (and you can always follow the link in the sidebar to the right in the future).

And there, there. I’m back now, and I don’t intend to take any more time off from journaling in the near future, I promise! 🙂

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Previously
2007: I was a little shaky as I looked around the first floor of the garage, then I said “I have a gun and I’m coming up there!” and I went upstairs.
2006: He’s always a party pooper.
2005: If I hadn’ta covered my head with my hands, I might be DEAD right now!
2004: No entry.
2003: “No,” Fred said. “You’re the muffinhead. DID SHE STAND OVER YOU AND MAKE YOU INSTALL IT??”
2002: Spanky is the Lance Bass of our family.
2001: I guess if tomorrow’s Day Zero and Friday is Day One, that makes today Day Negative One.
2000: No entry.

10-2-08

I finally got around to watching Desperate Housewives yesterday, and I’ve gotta say – am I just not remembering what 4 1/2 year-olds are like, or is Gabrielle’s child especially well-spoken? Also, watched Grey’s Anatomy. Every time Meredith starts to dither, I want to slap her. Kevin McKidd and Christina? HUBBA HUBBA. Please, if there … Continue reading “10-2-08”

I finally got around to watching Desperate Housewives yesterday, and I’ve gotta say – am I just not remembering what 4 1/2 year-olds are like, or is Gabrielle’s child especially well-spoken?

Also, watched Grey’s Anatomy. Every time Meredith starts to dither, I want to slap her.

Kevin McKidd and Christina? HUBBA HUBBA.

Please, if there is a god, they will figure out a way to make Kevin McKidd a regular. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

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So, ever since we moved the chickens to a bigger chicken yard* there’s been a fence post kind of hanging out in the middle of the back yard. At one point it marked a corner of the chicken yard, but when we moved the chickens to a bigger yard, Fred took down the fence to give the cats the run of the entire back yard.

I’ve been harassing him to build something for the cats, because some of them – Joe, Tommy, Sugarbutt, and occasionally Mister Boogers – really like to climb. In fact, at one point they started climbing the tree in the back yard, requiring Fred to put a metal “sleeve” around the tree so they couldn’t get more than five feet off the ground. (This came about after Tommy climbed fifteen feet up into the tree and I had to climb a ladder to rescue him. Fucker.)

Finally, a few weekends ago, Fred decided to put “steps” around the fence post and a platform on the top.

Every morning when I let the cats outside, Tommy and Joe Bob fight to be King of the Platform.

Yesterday, Joe Bob won the fight and he sat on the platform and mocked Tommy, who pretended not to care, and stomped away to hang out in the greenery in the middle of the back yard.

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* For those of you who are new, last summer we only had 12 chickens and their coop and yard took up about a quarter of the back yard. When we decided to get more chickens, Fred made a bigger chicken coop and we moved them so they’d have a much larger yard. Now we’re talking about moving them again and using the garden shed Fred made as the chicken coop. This will be the third time they’ve been moved in a year and a half. We’ve found our dream house and have decided to stop moving every so often, but apparently the nomad in us requires that SOMETHING be moved regularly.

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Alright, you pushy bastards, I am reading Twilight.

DON’T HURT ME.

It’s okay, but I’m not seeing the great love y’all have for the book. Mostly because that Bella girl is SO FRIGGIN’ ANNOYING. “Oh, look! I fall down all the time, LOL!” and the thing where every boy who claps eyes upon her is INSTANTLY IN LURVE, only she’s OH SO OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT THAT SHE IS CLEARLY THE HOTTEST BABE THEY HAVE EVER SEEN SHE’S JUST REPORTING THE FACTS, MA’AM.

I know, I know, the way you get to know that a character is GORGEOUS BEYOND BELIEF is by how the characters around her act, but please. It’s so heavy handed! The thing that is truly annoying about this book is the same thing that’s kind of genius – it reads EXACTLY as though a 17 year-old girl wrote it, and there’s a reason 17 year-olds don’t get a whole lot of books published. (I consider myself an expert on this, since I recently re-read my journals from when I was 17, right before I BURNED THEM.)

Bella’s supposedly this klutzy goddess that makes every boy swallow his teeth upon their very first glance at her face, and I DON’T BELIEVE SO, BELLA. Because you annoy me. Also, this Edward fellow spends the entire first half of the book, practically, either glaring hatefully at Bella or smirking and laughing for no reason and of course instead of being all “What’s your issue, douchebag?” she’s all “I LURVE YOU OF COURSE!”

Also, she’s a total bitch about her father.

So I’m not adoring it the way you freaks do, but it is a fast read and I’m enjoying it enough and I know I’m going to have to read the rest of the series so I get all the damn in-jokes DAMNIT.

Apparently I have a wee bit of the vampire lurve going on, anyway, what with watching every episode of True Blood (oh my god, I LOVE YOU, SAM!), reading every book in the Sookie Stackhouse series, every book in the Queen Betsy series, and I have You Suck on my bookcase.

In any case, I’m only halfway through the book. Bella could grow up, Edward (I always want to call him Edmund, for some reason) could be a little less creepy, and something could HAPPEN in the second half, right?

….right?

Caveat: If one of these stupid boys mooning around after Bella pulls out the “It’s fitting that your name is Bella, because BELLA IS ITALIAN FOR BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL OMG I LOVE YOU!”, all bets are off. And I can FEEL it coming.

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Previously
2007: Crazy Eyes say, “I am a fearsome creature.”
2006: Frying pan in the front flower bed.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: She seems a little wishy-washy about it. I think she might secretly like the book.
2002: (He always calls when I’m in the shower or eating. I think he has a hidden camera somewhere in hopes of catching me with my non-existent luvah-on-the-side Juan.)
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.

10-1-08

From Mary Ellen (she likes string!): It’s very last-minute, but… my husband Jeff and I are walking in the ALS Association’s Walk to Defeat ALS (aka Lou Gehrig’s Disease) this coming Saturday. His family has been devastated over the years by the genetic strain of the disease, so we walk every year to try to … Continue reading “10-1-08”

From Mary Ellen (she likes string!):

It’s very last-minute, but… my husband Jeff and I are walking in the
ALS Association’s Walk to Defeat ALS (aka Lou Gehrig’s Disease) this
coming Saturday. His family has been devastated over the years by the
genetic strain of the disease, so we walk every year to try to raise
money to find a cure. This year, the walk is even more important,
because his cousin, a lovely, vibrant woman, was recently diagnosed.
We’re trying for at least $1500, and so far, what with money being
tight all over, we’ve barely broken $200.

You can donate to help Mary Ellen and Jeff raise money for this very good cause right here.

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This father was a firefighter who was injured 10 years ago and is now a quadriplegic. He needs a tech makeover, and needs people to vote for him. Go check out his story and consider voting for him, won’t you? It just takes a second!

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Holy crap! How’d it get to be October already?!

New month, new banner (if you don’t see it up top there, you might need to clear your cache)! This one was created by the wonderful Aly who’s done tons and tons of my banners in the past.

Thanks, Aly – you rock!

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So, a while back we got a webcam to point at the guest bedroom bed to see if we could catch whoever was peeing on the guest bed in the act of peeing. And then it was time for the eggs in the incubator to hatch, so Fred used it as a hatchcam for a while, and then we had it out in the garage pointed at the baby chickens for a while.

Then the cat food I leave on the front porch at all times was starting to disappear at a faster rate than usual, so I decided it was time to put the webcam on the front porch and see just what the hell was wandering through there at night.

I honestly expected to see a lot of cats move through, but the only cats who ever showed up were Maxi and Newt. Honestly, I expected more traffic on the front porch than we got, but I suspect that a lot of animals who might ordinarily have shown up and eaten the cat food were scared away by the fact that we were leaving the front porch light on all night long, since the webcam doesn’t have night vision.

In any case, I set the software to record when there was movement, and as a result, I got to make a movie so y’all could see what happens on the front porch.

I plan to put the webcam back out there in the Spring and see if anything else interesting shows up!

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Several weeks ago, during a trip to Sam’s Club, I picked up a 50 pound bag of popcorn kernels. The chickens like popped popcorn, so I figured I could occasionally make a big bowl of popcorn for them.

(Oh, don’t give me that look. Popcorn is a quick and easy snack and IT’S GOOD FOR THEM. Don’t judge me!)

So I left the bag of popcorn in the garage, always intending to bring it inside so I could begin with the popping and feeding, but I put it off and put it off.

Yesterday, Fred said “I accidentally got the bottom of the bag of popcorn wet and put it outside to dry. What do you want me to do with it?”

“Bring it inside,” I said. “I’ll pop some for the chickens, then we can put the rest of the bag of kernels in the hall closet.”

A while later I looked outside to see Fred standing in the driveway. Apparently that bag had gotten wetter than he’d realized.

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It worked out okay, though. We swept up the kernels and put them in empty (clean) litter buckets and brought them inside.

“What are you going to do with all this popcorn?” Fred asked.

“Pop it!”

“All of it?” he said.

“Yeah, why not?”

Why not? How about because it only takes 6 cups of popcorn kernels to pop enough popcorn to fill a large garbage bag and we have fifty POUNDS of popcorn kernels? How about there is NOWHERE to put that much popped popcorn? How about that, genius?

So I popped a garbage bags’ worth of popcorn, put the lid on the litter containers, and stored the rest of the kernels in the hall closet.

By this time next year, the chickens should be thoroughly sick of popcorn.

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We had a visitor kitteh move through the property yesterday. He is such a pretty little cat, but as soon as he catches sight of me, he takes off. I don’t know if he’s feral or if he belongs to someone in the area. I sure would like to pet him.

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I think the hummingbirds have moved on – it’s been three or four days since I’ve seen any. I’ll probably keep the feeders full of clean nectar for a few more weeks, but I seem to recall that the beginning of August through the end of September is prime hummingbird time.

I didn’t get many pictures of them this year, but Fred sat out on the front porch one day last week and got a few good pictures.

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Speaking of birds, this one little bird kept hanging out on the bird feeder. He’d just sit there and look around, and I would think perhaps he’d gotten his foot stuck, so I’d go out onto the side stoop and approach him, and he’d let me get alllllllmost close enough to touch, then fly off to the bushes at the front of the house. A while later, he’d be back. I’m not sure what his issue was, but he stopped doing it.

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Have I mentioned that I love this silkie? She just cracks me UP.

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“Why would I hang out inside where there are soft beds and plenty of food to eat, when I could hang out OUTside where there’s dirt to roll around in and chickens to watch?”

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Previously
2007: Except that seeing me so enraged the praying mantis that it took flight and flew at my head.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: I could have done a faster job with a measuring spoon and my ass.
2003: She was stymied by her big butt, which wouldn’t fit under the shed.
2002: Here’s my question: It’s open 24-hours, so why the FUCKITY FUCK FUCK can’t they stock in the wee hours of the morning when NO ONE IS THERE?
2001: It’s funny how two people can look at the same thing and see it differently, isn’t it?
2000: No entry.