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Good Mood Gig from SAM-e
I finally got the Anderson Kitties Calendar for 2010 put together (you can see it in the sidebar to the right). I’ve got the pictures for the Foster Kitties 2010 Calendar narrowed down – now I just need to put names on each picture and get them uploaded. I expect to get that done later today, and will add it to the sidebar.
I don’t expect anyone but us is interested in a calendar of chicken and pig pictures, but I always put one together for Fred to put up in his office, so I’ll link that in the sidebar as well, once it’s done.
This year, I’m adding $2 to the base cost of the calendar. As always, any money that’s made off the calendars goes straight to Challenger’s House.
I’m sorry it took me so long to get them put together. The problem is that I copy all the pictures I take, all year long, into a folder and then when it’s calendar time, I have to go through them. And I take a freakin’ LOT OF PICTURES in the course of a year!
I’m going to experiment with a new way of saving pictures that will hopefully save time next year.
I have been a canning fool this week. Monday, I made two batches of Caramel-Apple Jam and then experimented with a couple of jams. One of the jams was a definite NO, so that batch got tossed on the compost heap. The other batch is a maybe, so we’ll see.
Tuesday, I canned 13 pints of applesauce. It’s amazing how you can have a huge pot of apples, cook them, puree them, and end up with a relatively small amount of applesauce, let me tell you. My applesauce is probably boring to the average applesauce connoisseur, because it’s literally nothing but cooked, mashed apples, and a little bit of water. No cinnamon, no sugar. Just good ol’ apples. I use most of the applesauce I can to make sweet habanero hot sauce. I also use it to make 88 calorie brownies.
(Hmm. I haven’t made those in a long time. I need to!)
What else did I do? I spent a lot of time bottle feeding kittens and hanging out with the Wonkas. I got laundry folded and put away, did some decluttering.
I had to take Miz Poo to the vet because the rodent ulcer on her upper lip was starting to act up again, so she needed a shot of steroids. Because she was way overdue for her yearly vaccinations, I had them do a Combo test on her (she was negative for everything, as I expected – but the vet tech discovered that her veins are in odd places. Miz Poo, a weirdo? Say it ain’t so!).
My New Year’s Resolution for 2010: keep everyone current on their shots and stop being such a slackery slacker! 90% of the time when I get fosters, they’ve already been tested – but when things happen like Fred coming home with the Wonkas or the lady down the street bringing us the Cookies and they’re too little to be tested, all we need is to get a batch with Feline Leukemia, and watch it take down the Crooked Acres gang.
(We do keep the fosters separate from our guys ’til after they’ve been tested, and we’re super careful about washing our hands after spending time with them, but you just never know, do you?)
As I was paying, a woman came in with three medium-sized dogs. She said she had two more in the car, and she wanted to get rabies shots for all of them. I smiled and told her she had her hands full, and left.
In her car, in the parking lot, were her two other dogs. One was a Great Pyr (like George and Gracie) and the other was a black lab. And her car was NOT any bigger than mine. Those two dogs were taking up the back seat of that car, and I could only wonder how she managed to fit all those dogs AND herself AND her daughter in the car at the same time.
Just as I snapped the picture, the Lab dropped out of view, of course. But still – is that one FULL back seat, or what?
I tell you what, I don’t know what the hell else I did this week, but I kept busy and got a lot accomplished, believe you me!
Today I’ve got some more jam experimenting to do, need to make some hot sauce, and get some laundry done. Also, I’d like to get some decluttering done around the house, but I don’t want to be TOO ambitious!
Okay, here’s a question for those of you who shop at Publix: Where the holy hell do they keep the canned pumpkin? I swear to god, yesterday I must have spent ten minutes walking up and down the freakin’ aisles looking for it. It’s NOT where the canned sweet potatoes are, and I couldn’t find any near the pie crusts. What the hell? Where IS it?
Anyone?
Wait. I’m thinking maybe I didn’t look near the canned fruit. That’s where it is, isn’t it? FIGURES.
I need me some pumpkin! Well, the fosters do, anyway. I think I’ve mentioned that I believe the only place pumpkin belongs is in a pie, haven’t I?
How is it that I stopped at the super craptastic, always disappointing Pet Dep0t yesterday and ended up signing up for a freakin’ “savings card”?
I always walk into that store with high hopes, and always walk out without buying anything -except yesterday, when I went in looking for canned Fancy Feast Medleys (which is what I give our cats at Snackin’! Time!) and left with a bag of bird seed. They have six thousand different kinds of dog food, but like three kinds of cat food and it annoys the shit out of me.
Lady Asian Beetle season has hit in full force, and the Wonkas are finding it rather fascinating. The mornings are okay, but when the sun hits the end of the house where their room is, the beetles start squeezing in around the windows (looking for a place to hibernate, I guess?) and the Wonkas find it much fun to jump and leap and try to catch them.
I’m sure they’ve gotten their paws on plenty of beetles – there are SO MANY of them, it drives me nuts – but I suspect one or two bites of the nasty things has shown them that they’re not food.
This would have been SUCH a beautiful picture, they sat there POSING for a good long time. But I was laying on my back (they were actually sitting on my stomach) and just couldn’t seem to get a good shot of them. ::sigh::
I find it hilarious that the kitten who was the slowest to come around (if you’ll recall, he was Mr. Standoffish for several days) is the biggest baby, and will lay like this in my lap for ages.
Isn’t he a smug little brat?
Gus isn’t ALWAYS the laid-back one.
“I dub thee… Sir Poopypants! Hee hee hee!”
He haz claws.
I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel with the Cookies. All five of them have been spotted eating either canned food (TimTam, Lorna Doone, and Keebler) or crunchy food in the form of Baby Cat (Milano, Keebler, and Hydrox). I didn’t think Hydrox was ever going to show any interest in real food EVER. A few days ago I put a little canned cat food in his mouth, and he looked SO disgusted, it was like I’d shoved Metronidazole in his mouth, he was so horrified. But yesterday I saw him eating pieces of Baby Cat off the floor, and then later he was eating it directly from the dish.
I’m seeing an end to the days when I have to get up at 4:30 to feed them!
(Dear God: That is not an invitation to send more bottle babies my way. Love, Robyn.)
this is either Milano (Pink) or Lorna Doone (Orange), I’m not quite sure which.
“Who, me? NOTHIN. Okay, I was checking to be sure it’s machine washable before I go use the litter box, step in my poop, and track it all over the bed, if you MUST know.”
Fred and I were snuggling with the babies after feeding time one night, and he decided he had things to do (sitting on the hardwood floor starts to hurt him after a while), so he got up and left. Every Cookie followed him to the door and HOWLED for several minutes, their feelings hurt that he’d abandoned them so coldly.
The girls gave up after several minutes, but Hydrox was determined to call Fred back to the room. Look at him standing there, so determined, howling his little head off. And he’s usually the quiet one!
I had to pull everything off the bottom shelf of this cupboard because ants showed up to swarm all over a poorly-cleaned bottle of corn syrup, and after I’d cleaned the shelf, Sugarbutt wandered along and was like “Oh, hey, what’s this?” He fits perfectly – but he found it wasn’t terribly exciting.
Previously
2008: WHAT CAN YOU DO WITH SCOOP HANDS?!
2007: I thought if the remote was lost, you were screwed.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Did you think I was writing this from The Great Beyond?
2003: Wonder if I appear too old and feeble to help with the loading of the groceries.
2002: That’s your trivia fact for the day. You’re welcome!
2001: Amish country.
2000: No entry.
1999: Hey, this is some exciting stuff, isn’t it? What will I talk about next, dryer lint? Woohoo, somebody stop me!