Confession: I adore stories that talk about what a pain in the ass Gwyneth Paltrow is, and I always cackle when Dlisted refers to her as “Fishsticks Paltrow.”
We’re working our way through Season 2 of Bones, and I have to say that I am getting MIGHTY FUCKING TIRED of Bones and her “I was a foster kid! I was in the system! I feel your pain!” shtick.
She was in the fucking system for what, two days before her grandparents (or aunt or whothefuckever) found out and came to rescue her? I mean, I know that must be terrifying for a kid, but TWO DAYS is not YEARS AND YEARS, Bones.
I much prefer Bones when she acts like Chloe from 24.
The other day Fred said something to me, and I said “I don’t understand” and he laughed and told me I sounded like Bones.
(TJ Thyne is my secret boyfriend.)
Someone HELP ME PLEASE. I upgraded to the latest version of Firefox, and now RANDOMLY, for no reason I can discern, sometimes when I open something in a new tab, it will OPEN in a new tab and then reopen SUDDENLY AND RANDOMLY WHEN I HAVE DONE NOTHING AT ALL in a new window. Now. If I wanted the goddamn thing to open in a new WINDOW, I wouldn’t have opened it in a new TAB, would I?
NO I WOULD NOT HAVE.
Is anyone else having this issue? Anyone know how to MAKE IT STOP? Because it doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s like my computer is all “Oh, you need to have this open in its own window LET ME DO THAT FOR YOU WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!” and it makes me feel like stabbing something. Repeatedly.
After spending the last month and a half collecting all the decent, unblemished big tomatoes that came from the garden, putting them in a bag and sticking them in the freezer, I finally had enough to make a batch of tomato sauce. I ran them through the food mill, tossed the puree into a big pot, and let it simmer all day long.
I ended up with about 10 cups of tomato sauce.
I’ve got another couple of big bags of tomatoes to run through the food mill, and that might give me another five cups or thereabouts.
I guess this weekend I’ll be canning tomato sauce!
(And it’s just straight tomato sauce, no spices or veggies added. I can add that stuff to it when I need to, I figure.)
We’re practically at the end of the summer, and I highly suspect that three quarts of tomato sauce is about as much as I’m going to get this year.
Have I mentioned it hasn’t been a great year, tomato-wise? The chickens, turkeys, and pigs are making out like bandits, though, with all the half-rotted and split tomatoes we toss their way.
I guess it all works out in the end.
Remember the chair I got at the yard sale for $15, to put in the foster kitten room? Sure you do.
The kittens, as suspected, really liked the fringe around the bottom of the chair.
However, I didn’t foresee that they’d pull the fringe strings off and try to EAT them. The day I walked into the room and saw Sam with a fringe string hanging out of his mouth is the day that fringe went bye-bye.
I can’t say removing the fringe helped make the chair any better looking, but at least I don’t have to worry about the brats swallowing strings and getting their intestines in a bind.
(And still – $15 for a chair that’s in decent shape. Can’t beat that!)
We had several hours of good, steady rain yesterday (I’m not complaining – we really needed it), and since Fred couldn’t work in the garden, I requested his presence inside, doing a few things that needed to be done.
He put a hook in the back of my bedroom door, a hook in the back of the guest bedroom door, and put up the lamp in the kitten room.
I like the lamp, it’s exactly what I wanted for that room. The only problem is that kittens just ADORE chewing on cords and even though there’s a hook in the wall holding the cord up out of the way, there’s still a cord there, so I had to find something to cover the cord, preferably hold it against the wall at the same time, and after some Googling around, found the perfect solution.
My next step in the kitten room will be to get shades for the windows and have Fred put them up. Anyone who walks or drives by the house at night and cares to glance up can see any number of kittens hanging off the cat tree by one claw, squealing angrily and swatting at each other.
(I half suspect that’s the reason we now have two more permanent cats, because someone saw all the kittens coming through the foster room and realized we’re cat lovers.)
Slowly but surely, I’m whipping that kitten room into shape!
Guess who’s going to be tested and neutered and vaccinated Friday morning?!
And guess who’s most likely going to be released into Gen Pop Saturday morning?!
They’re SO looking forward to it.
“HI lady. You got snacks for me?” (Hoyt)
I love the way Terry’s standing, staring up at that stick like “What is THIS happy horseshit?!”
“I needs a snuggle!” (Hoyt)
Plastic packing strap: best cat toy ever!
I love it when kittens get annoyed and stomp around with their ears back.
“I wanted to play on the cat tree, and Lafayette pushed me OFF and he said I can’t play with the BOYS because I’m a GIRL and girls are STINKY and it’s not FAIR, he’s always so MEAN to me!”
:::Slurrrrrrp:: (Bill)
“Ah, my adversary, it appears that with each of us holding the other at arms’ length, we have reached an impasse.”
“I is the boss, Teddy! I chomps on your nose and I kicks your butt and you will bow down before my superior strength!”
“I was just kiddin’, Teddy. You’s my best friend. You still wubs me, right?”
“Is it Snackin’! Time! yet?”
Previously
2008: Or… is that how learning curves work?
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: she’s got the skank lines rolling off her, doesn’t she?
2004: Fred is just amazed that one portly cat can have so many health issues.
2003: ::Sproing!:: he went, leaping at least a foot in the air, and I watched, impressed that he’d contained that much energy in his dry and dead-looking little body.
2002: “TUBBY GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” I ordered, and grudgingly he did.
2001: No entry.
2000: Being completely, one-hundred percent useless in the slightest emergency, I slapped my hands to my cheeks and let out a horrified scream.