Consumer Reports recommended and wrote down their top picks, so ended up with the AT&Ts (these, I think). I can’t say how well they work just yet, because they needed to charge before I could use them, and then I was up and out of the house fairly early this morning so I didn’t get a chance to give them a try. Hopefully they’ll work out better for me than they did for some of you, though I’m saving the box and the receipt until I know for sure whether they work worth a shit.
I’m back to being internetless in Smallville again; when Fred left Smallville last night, he took the router with him because he’s a bastard. He left Smallville earlyish with the intention of doing some packing, but that’s okay – I spent the evening watching 30 Rock and Weeds on the laptop.
I like 30 Rock, but I don’t love it. It’s definitely worth watching, but I get bored just sitting and watching it so tend to flip through a magazine while watching it. Once we’ve got our TV and DVR in Smallville (TV moves to Smallville Friday; DirectTV comes on Saturday, woot!), I might record 30 Rock, but I don’t think I’ll download anymore episodes via iTunes. Worth watching, but not for $1.99 a pop.
(And excuse me, it is patently UNFAIR that a one-hour show and a half-hour show both cost the same on iTunes.)
The show I’ve discovered that I absolutely love is Weeds. That Mary Louise Parker is just the shit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in anything and not loved her. She’s got such an expressive face* and she’s unbearably adorable. I know nothin’ ‘bout no pot or drugs or anything, but I find Weeds very entertaining – and I don’t feel the urge to flip through a magazine while I’m watching it.
(Love Elizabeth Perkins, too.)
*Jesus Christ, it just took me five minutes to come up with the word “expressive.” All I could think was “expressionless”, and I knew that wasn’t it. Alternately, I came up with “expressional”. I fear the full-blown Alzheimer’s is right around the bend. I hear the Alzheimer’s comin’, it’s rollin’ ‘round the bend, and I haven’t seen my brain cells since I don’t know when.
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Yesterday after Fred got home (to Smallville) after work, he went out and visited with his bitchez, snuggled with Frick for a while, and then a guy showed up to give him an estimate on filling in the pond. The price was far more reasonable than we’d expected, so I guess in a few weeks, we’ll be pondless. I feel bad for filling in the pond, because I know there are frogs and shit in that water, but the fucking thing is always way too low for fish (I think I mentioned), and it’s taking up prime real estate, so buh-bye pond.
We ate dinner after the pond-filling guy left, and then started work on the garage. Fred wanted to get it set up so that he could start parking his car in the garage** and also so he could work out regularly. It took us a couple of hours of moving shit around and putting stuff upstairs in the garage (once the windows in the upstairs are replaced, I’ll be organizing all the shit we’re storing up there), but now it looks pretty decent. There are things still to be put away, but it’s functional enough for now.
**Once the tractor shed is built (it’s a little further down on the list than the side steps and the clothesline and the fence around the back yard, to name a few) and the tractor implements are out of the other side of the garage, I’ll be parking in there as well. I love that the garage is big enough to park both our cars in it AND have all our gym equipment out there, too.
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The chickens have apparently decided that if someone approaches their yard, it means there’s food on the way. They came to this conclusion because every time Fred goes near their yard, he has a handful of worms or a cut-up tomato or some lettuce or bread for them. Yesterday, I had to walk by their area to get to the burn pile, and when I walked by, one of the black chickens with speckles saw me go by, and she started running alongside me, clucking excitedly. By the time I’d dumped the wood on the burn pile and began walking back toward the garage, at least half of the chickens were running along the fence, clucking at me. I didn’t give them any food (only because I didn’t have any with me), and eventually they went back to scratching at the ground and eating bugs and running around flapping their wings.
I think when I die, I’d like to come back as one of our pets. They definitely live the life o’ Reilly, the spoiled bastards.
Chicks on a rainy day.
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Judging by some recent searches, people are wondering what Snood level I’m playing on these days. I’m still playing on medium, because my percentage won at that level hovers right around 36%. Should it suddenly rocket to 45 or 50% I might think about going up a level, but for now I’m happy on medium.
Last night I got my highest score ever, 11,829. I took a picture of the screen with my phone and sent it to Fred with the message “in ur face!”, because he’s a bastard who has been playing Snood for way less time than I have, and already his high score is in the 13,000 area. Before last night, my high score was under 9,000.
323 total games? Feels like more – WAY more.
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“STOP TOUCHING ME WITH YOUR TAIL, SUGGIE!”
Tommy, keeping an eye on the squirrels.
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Previously
2006: A belly rub is a religious experience for Our Tommy.
2005: Friday sucked ass for the following reasons
2004: No entry.
2003: I am apparently married to a 100 year-old man.
2002: “Your air gap floopy.”
2001: And thought about putting my motherfucking fist through my motherfucking monitor because my motherfucking internet access has been going down every 9.8 seconds.
2000: “There’s no Easter bunny, there’s no tooth fairy, and Bruce Willis is DEAD, he’s DEAD, DEAD!”
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Hi Robyn!!!
I’m such a geek – just wanted to be the first to leave a comment… LOL
Where I live we’d never be allowed to fill in a pond. You’d have all these wetlands and wildlife protection freaks knocking at your door. My neighbor cut down some trees on his property so his horses could have more grazing room an he got SUED by the town for cutting trees in a wetland area.
-Nancy
Miz Poo: “Mom, Suggie is touching me!”
Suggie: “Shut up, baby!”
Miz Poo: “Moooommmmmmm, Suggie won’t stop touching me!”
Suggie: “Shut up!”
Miz Poo: “Mooooommmmmmm, Soooogggie won’t leave me alone!”
Suggie: “Shut up!”
Thump!
Suggie: “Moooommmm, Mis Poo hit me over the head! It’s hurrrrrttttsssss” Sniffles & tears.
A moment in the life of a Mom with cats. . .
Well, now you’ve got me addicted to Snood too…
I love the picture of Miz Poo’s wrath.
Also, that AT&T phone looks mighty suspicious. (We got ours at Walmart, too.)
If you do end up bringing the AT&T phone back, you can get another phone system with LOTS of handsets so that the bitchez and the (eventual) foster cats can have their own extensions. What a multi-party call *that* would be!
WHAT? There’s no power in the chicken coop? harumph!
Rose: That’s what they make extension cords for! 😛
I detest you. I have yet to complete one game of Snood on Medium. On “Puzzle” I have done well, but Paco did the same damn thing Fred did, started playing and immediately snatched up all my high scores.
I don’t comment much at all, but I just had to say that I haven’t been playing snood nearly as long as you have (you got me started on it), but I hit 500 games total last night. Apparently I have a nasty addiction. Now I’m embarrassed and wondering if there’s some sort of support group or something.
Everytime I read the snippets from previous entries, I crack up. Especially this one: “And thought about putting my motherfucking fist through my motherfucking monitor because my motherfucking internet access has been going down every 9.8 seconds.”
Hilarious! 😛
I noticed that you used your camera to snap a picture of your desktop, did you know that you can use the print screen button on a pc keyboard to do the same thing? (It will save a picture on your clipboard, and then you can paste it into a document or image software. For image software I use Irfanview, it is easy to use, intuitive and free.)
I thought of you guys last week, when I heard that chickens were linked to the T-Rex through DNA. Does that make you scared? Potential T-Rexes in the backyard? (Here is an article about that here: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/12/AR2007041202043.html)
I just need to say I am so thankful when you update because good Lord the work day is long.
Best Princess Poo picture EVER!
I had to go check out which version of SNOOD I have. It’s sooooo old 2.2.3. No wonder some of your Snood sounds different from what I have…. May have to upgrade here. We play it at work on slow days – I’ve got everyone addicted to it. Specifications for working here – Must learn to play Snood.
Lanna: Actually, I did use the “print screen” button for that picture (that’s not the one I sent to Fred). As for the link between chickens and dinosaurs, Fred told me he’d read it online (Fred is my own personal news source!), and after looking at a chicken’s foot, I am totally not surprised. Those are some dinosaur-type feet if I’ve ever seen them.
Nick and I played Snood all of 10 times so far. highest score is like 3500 (me!)
have you folks thought of having the pond dug deeper? It might be a spring there. Happened to someone we know. They kept filling it in and filling it in. It was always wet and soggy ground because of the spring. Debi
I’m such a Snood addict too. My high score on medium is 15,207. On hard its 19,200 and Evil is 32,195. Puzzle is my best at 5,232,424!
Maybe Fred could put a couple of boards in the chicken shelter so they can roost in the dry area instead of half out in the rain.
haha. MOOOOMMMM!! He’s TOUCHING MEEEE.
I too fell in love with Mary Louise Parker on Weeds.
You’re right, her facial expressions are beyond adorable!
I’d watch even if I weren’t a stoner…it’s a fabulous show and I hope that people don’t flip past it just because of the title.
If so, they don’t know what they’re missing and it’s a damn shame!
How cool that you’ve discovered Weeds. I love that show and it’s so hard to describe it’s unique awesomeness to anyone who hasn’t seen it. Once you start with “well, it’s a about a suddenly widowed woman who starts selling pot to support her two sons.” It’s about SO much more than that. It’s about the boredom of suburbia and the unhealthy ways its inhabitants choose to cope. The situations that result are crafted for maximum shock value and hilarity but, even at its most bizarre, there’s something so uniquely genuine and incisive that even the teetotaler mom can recognize herself.
Hi Robyn! I should probably look back through the other comments on the phone, but, well, that requires effort. *grin* We had a Panasonic one and just replaced it after several years instead of replacing the batteries. The new ones are Panasonic too and even have talking caller id. It is pretty neat, it is fun to hear how well it can botch up normal names like Miller, let alone the complicated ones. I had AT&T phones in the past and they were awesome; however, the newer ones in the last 5 years or so were crap and that is why we changed. The entire family has one version or the other of the Panasonic phones and we are all happy campers.
My uncle’s neighbor has chickens. They save all of their table scraps for the chickens and send them on over. We took my kiddles over to see them once and the lady had thrown in watermelon rinds and they went absolutely nuts! They totally loved the watermelon rinds, of course they like the watermelon too, but who knew?!?!?!? Just thought I would share that little tidbit.
Okay, going back to my lurking corner again.
Lanna!!! That is awsome! I read that and then tipped the laptop up and face hovered over it reading off my keys.. found the one that says prtsc and hit it… then thought hmf, that didn’t work, finished reading your comment, opened up Word and hit paste and poof! Bitchypoo comments appeared! Its like magic! Teehee.. learn something new every single day. Thanks!
Your score makes me have serious self worth issues Robyn!!!!! Thanks!
Hey, doesn’t Fred have internet at work? I think it’s only fair that you should have gotten to keep it!!!
Just a side note Robyn – FYI chickens love watermelon! My in-laws have chickens and she will give them the rind of the watermelon after she is done removing the fruit and they go nuts for it! Just another way to spoil ’em! Happy, well fed chickens lay tastier eggs!