Hellooooooooooo, I am back!
Limping along on my computer. It’s not 100% what it was before (which wasn’t nearly 100% what I WANTED it to be), but it’s good enough. I’ve backed up my important documents and pictures to an external, uh, thingy. That won’t be affected when my computer shits the bed in ten minutes. The thing, you know, that attaches with the USB cable.
Whatever it’s called, I backed up to it. Which probably means it’ll shit the bed, too, taking all my pictures with it.
In these troubled computer-shitting-the-bed times, I thank god for two things:
1. My iPod. All my iTunes shit disappeared off my computer, but NOT TO WORRY, everything was on my iPod, and I was able to copy it all back onto the computer from my iPod, WOOT.
2. Google Chrome. Did you know that in Google Chrome you can sync your settings and bookmarks to your Google account, and thus when your computer shits the bed, after you get it up and running again, you simply sync Google Chrome to your Google account, and – BAM! – there are all your settings and bookmarks, safe and sound.
I am both updating to Windows 7 AND giving Linux a try. Fred’s in the process of installing Linux on my computer on a different hard drive so I’ll have Windows available to me if I give Linux the old college try and loathe it. Even if I love Linux, I’ll still have Windows on my computer. The best of both worlds!
Thanks, you guys, for your meatloaf suggestions! I made the Mennonite Girls Can Cook meatloaf Thursday night because I had everything the recipe called for on hand. It was really good, but I’ve printed out about twenty of the recipes y’all left for me, and I think I’ll be working my way through them slowly.
We are some meatloaf-loving motherfuckers.
Thanks, also, for your blender suggestions. I ended up ordering an Osterizer blender that (though I didn’t realize it at the time I ordered it) came with a food processor cup. I’ve tried using my food processor when I make habanero jam, but it’s never chopped up the habaneros fine enough, which is why I’ve always used the blender. I got the Osterizer blender/ food processor Saturday afternoon, and made a batch of habanero jam that evening. The blender worked well enough, eventually, but it seemed to take a long time to really get going. Sunday morning I made two batches of habanero jam and used the food processor, and that worked a lot better for me.
The weekend flew by. I woke up Saturday morning intending to work on the fence, but it was spitting down rain. And then it proceeded to rain almost all day. We desperately needed the rain, so you’ll hear no complaints from me. I mostly puttered around the house, cleared off my desk, made habanero jam, and relaxed on the couch and finished the book I was reading.
Sunday morning, it still looked like it wanted to rain, but I gathered my supplies and headed out to work on the fence. It never did rain, and I got the fence finished. Fred and I herded a large number of wandering chickens back into the back forty, and for the rest of the day we kept an eye out for escaped chickens. We didn’t spot any at all, which means I am tentatively optimistic that the fence is going to keep those damn chickens in.
Or, more likely, they’ll follow the fence around the back forty ’til they find the part where I stopped, and will start slipping under those gaps. Fucking chickens. They have the whole back forty! Why they gotta have more space than THAT?
Once I was done with that, I started making jam. I got a batch of caramel apple habanero made, and then a batch of strawberry. I’m going to be a jam-making fool this week, because I still intend to start selling jam on the 1st, which is coming up a lot faster than I expected.
I put a pot roast in the crockpot to cook, made a batch of apple crisp (peeling and chopping apples for the jam put me in the mood for apple crisp, which I don’t think I’ve made in at least a couple of years), did laundry, did 10,000 dishes, filled cat food dishes and water bowls, took a million and three pictures.
You know, the usual.
I felt like I had a productive weekend, and I love it when that happens.
Well, it’s been a month since Bolitar and Rhyme went off to Petsmart. They haven’t been adopted yet. And I think you know what that means…
“I need to stay here and help you make jam, lady!”
“If I don’t look at her, she won’t say it!” (Doesn’t he look like a smug little brat?)
“Whoops. I did NOT mean to look at her! Now she’s gonna say it!”
On Friday, I’ll be taking Reacher and Corbett to Petsmart, installing them in the cage where Bolitar and Rhyme have spent the last month.
And then I’ll be bringing Bolitar and Rhyme back here! They’ll stay here until Reacher and Corbett are adopted (hopefully) or until a month goes by without either of THEM being adopted, in which case I’ll switch ’em out again.
I sure am going to miss Reacher and Corbett. They are such sweet, good boys, and so nice and patient with the little ones.
But they’re going to be here ’til Friday, so I’m not going to start crying and feeling bad just yet. I’m going to spend the next few days giving them all the love I can, and I’m going to hope that someone sees their sweet little faces and falls in love.
But wait! That’s not all!
Guess who else is going to Petsmart on Friday?
Martin, Moxie, Melodie AND Dodger! Adoptions were good last week, which freed up some cage space at Petsmart, so there’s room for my little guys!
“A FOREVER HOME? For ME?!” I hope so, little girl.
I won’t lie – except for Martin, this is a timid bunch. I mean, they’re not timid here, but that’s because they’ve had time to acclimate and are starting to really relax. I hope that they don’t go hiding in the litter box at Petsmart, and instead come out and let people see just how awesome they are.
Sometimes it’s a Suggie cave.
And sometimes it’s a Spanky cave.
It just depends on who gets there first!
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Little kitties on my desk top, little kitties made of fur and hate, little kitties on the gatetop, little kitties, not the same. There’s a gray one and a black one and an orange one and a calico, and they’re all made out of fur and hate and they look not the same.
2006: Hey, we’ll only be living here for another six months or so. Let’s BURN THOSE BRIDGES!
2005: Did I bring “a book” with me? HELL NO I didn’t bring “a book” with me – I brought FIVE books with me.
2004: No offense to you stoners out there, but the Warrens totally look stereotypical stoners.
2003: No entry.
2002: I think I’m going to start calling him The Todd.
2001: Does that kid’s face just scream “dilemmanated”, or what?
2000: No entry.