poor kids in Enterprise, but we got nothing but wind and rain here.
I hope that’s true in Smallville as well – I’m about to head out there to work and clean all day. Then I think I’ll come home and pack some boxes. Fun!
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Check out
this cool link, sent to me by awesome reader Pam.
We should totally do that in the foster kitty room once we get it built, dontchathink?
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The other night we were watching TV (
Deal or No Deal, our new addiction –
Anya is my favorite model, I think she’s just button cute) and I decided that I was a little hungry, so I went and dug through the pantry to see what little snack-type thing I could find to eat. In the very back was a little packet of walnuts, and I decided that would fit the bill quite nicely.
So I put them on a little plate (I hate having to dig to the bottom of a little plastic bag to get the remnants of food) and sat down on the couch and resumed watching TV. I tossed several pieces of walnut in my mouth and began chewing.
And then Fred laughed and said “What’s that face for?”
Since the walnuts had pretty much liquified in my mouth, I had no choice but to swallow.
“UGH,” I said. “I think these walnuts are REALLY FUCKING OLD. I think they’ve gone rancid!”
“That bad, huh?”
“Yes, they’re AWFUL. They taste like my grandmother’s attic*!”
Fred guffawed “I thought you were going to say they tasted like your grandmother’s ass.”
Needless to say, I tossed the rest of the walnuts in the trash.
*Actually, they tasted like my grandmother’s basement smelled. You know that antique store smell? These walnuts tasted exactly like that smell. I like the antique store smell, but the taste leaves a lot to be desired.
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At Christmas time, when I was in Pigeon Forge with my family, my sister and I were watching TV in our bedroom one evening, and I think that some “news” show was on E!
I don’t remember what they were talking about, but they said something about Christian Slater.
“Christian Slater,” Debbie said. “Isn’t he dead?”
“No,” I said. “You’re thinking of ————–.”
“That’s right! How the hell did you know who I was thinking of?” she asked, amazed.
“I don’t know, I just did!” I said.
A few weeks later, I told Fred of the conversation, leaving out the name of the celebrity she’d been thinking of. I asked if he knew who she was thinking of, and he knew immediately.
So my question here is, how many of you know which celebrity she was thinking of? Leave a comment if you knew immediately.
I’m just curious.
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You’ve got questions!
I would also like to know what all the caulk is for. I’m worried that I’m missing out on caulk that I didn’t know I needed.
and
What exactly are you caulking for all this time?
I’ve been caulking at the point where the baseboards and the shoe molding meet. Also, in some places I’ve been caulking the place where the coves and the baseboards meet. In addition to that, I’m caulking the cracks around the doorways and windows. I haven’t even really touched the caulking that needs to be done, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to let some of it go, or we won’t be moving into the house for another six months.
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So I guess the Smallville house now has both caulk and balls?
Ho ho, it does! ::snicker::
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ok, i am so addicted to the jewelry site!! i’ve already ordered 4 things. not sure how you can go there and NOT order anything Robyn.
I adore
that jewelry site. I leave the site open all the time, and when something new goes up, there’s a little musical chime sound that plays, and I always click over there as fast as I can. I’ve actually ordered a ring and a pair of earrings (don’t tell Fred!!!!) and am waiting for them to arrive. I have one hell of a time not ordering EVERYTHING, but I really don’t wear that much jewelry, so it would be pointless.
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How long is the commute from one house to the other?
20 minutes from one door to the other, depending on traffic and such.
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So is the lady on the iams multicat food commercial right? She says that “Cats are like potato chips and you can’t have just one.”
I think I’d find it easier to eat just one potato chip than to have just one cat. I find it pretty rare that anyone has just one cat; most people who have cats seem to have two or more.
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Why are you moving to Smallville before Fred and Spud?
Because we need to get as much furniture as possible – and all the cats – out of the Madison house so we can touch-up paint and recarpet it. We wanted the spud to be able to stay in Madison as long as possible, so she won’t have that drive from Smallville, and the cats and our belongings can’t really stay in Smallville alone. Originally, Fred was going to move to Smallville and the spud and I were going to stay in Madison, but it makes more sense for Fred to stay in Madison, since it’s closer to work for him. On the weekends we’ll probably occasionally switch, with him staying in Smallville and me staying in Madison.
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Can we have a Maddy update? Also, do you think the recipe requiring the tortillas would be just as good with whole wheat tortillas?
Maddy’s a hellion who’s making life miserable for everyone she comes into contact with, I hear –
Nance puts up pictures of her all the time, you can see them on her site.
Probably the
recipe requiring the tortillas would be fine with whole wheat tortillas. What I like about that recipe is that the tortillas take on an almost cheesy texture when you cook them.
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I have to admit, I got a little teary-eyed when I read about Joe Bob going off to the pet store to be adopted. Maybe I’m hormonal, I’m not sure. But I really don’t know how you can stand to spend all that time loving on those cats and then let someone else have them. Too bad you can’t get all your readers to adopt your fosters, like Nance and Rick did!
It’s hard to give them up, I won’t deny that – but keeping in mind that they will undoubtedly go to a really good home (the adoption counselors for the shelter are very careful about who they allow to adopt the cats) helps a lot. As does the admonition from Fred that if we ever adopt another foster cat we’ll never be able to foster cats again!
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Have you ever used one of the Super Suppers, Let’s Dish or Dream Dinners?
There’s a Super Suppers in Huntsville, and I’ve eyeballed their web site many times, but never actually gotten anything from them. Mostly, it’s a lazy thing – I don’t want to drive all the way to Huntsville and pick up the meals. Also, it’s a money thing – it’s far cheaper to do it at home, even if it’s a pain in the ass and takes up most of the day.
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I’m going to miss all the Joe Bob pictures. Has his sister found a home yet?
and
Did Princess Screecher (Joe Bob’s sister) get adopted?
Myrtle hadn’t been adopted as of Monday. I still have hope for her, though – people definitely look at her, and she’s such a sweetheart that I have a feeling she’ll eventually be adopted. Sometimes it just takes time – Fantine was a total sweetheart, but it still took a month before she got adopted.
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‘god willing and the creek don’t rise’…..?
Yes, we don’t want the creek to rise because… it would flood out the road and make life difficult? I guess? I don’t know, it’s a saying I picked up somewhere, I don’t question it.
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Are you and Fred gonna give a name to your new home? Kinda like in the old Southern Plantation Tradition? (forgive me, I watched “Gone With The Wind” yesterday and I have “Tara” on the brain….)
We’ve considered “Horseshit Alley” (I always said that if I won the lottery, I was going to buy a huge mansion and name it Horseshit Alley to horrify the neighbors), but at this point we haven’t really decided if we’re going to name it. I guess chances are good we’ll just call it “home.”
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When I buy a new house, will you and Fred come to Texas to help me fix it up before I move in? I’ll… um… I’ll… let you take pictures of my kitties!
I would be SO TERRIFIED to try to do anything to anyone else’s home, afraid that I’d fuck it up. I’d have to make you sign a contract absolving me of any damage done, I suppose, but hell! Sure, I’ll come to Texas! I’ve never been there!
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Are the hinges on your cabinet doors adjustable? Ours (European style hinges) have little adjustment screws to raise and lower and move them in and out so they can be perfectly aligned.
As far as I can tell, they’re not adjustable, but I’ll have to look closer when I’m actually out there. That would rock, if they were!
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Robyn, I need your cat advice. I haven’t raised a kitten in twenty years, and I seriously do not remember the last one being half so naughty as this little black monster. He’s about in his catly teens – say, ten months old? (I’d have to count on my fingers, but that’s close.) But SUCH a hellion! I’m really ready for the ankle biting and the leaping and grabbing to stop already. Your air-can trick worked wonders with the Christmas tree, but the three of us can hardly carry those around with us in holsters in case he zooms around the corner to accost our knees. Or faces, in Seamus’ case, which I do not find amusing. Please tell me it’s just a phase…
It’s just a phase! Okay, I don’t know that, but it sounds like it’s probably just a phase. Young cats are of The Debil and always run around like their asses are on fire. What I would advise you to do is teach the little hellion what “no” means. I started working on it with Maddy before Nance and Rick whisked her away from me. She was a biter even back then (I tried to warn them!). Anyway, she’d go to bite me, I’d flick her on the end of her ear (cats HATE that) and either say “no” or do the “uh UH” noise. She was starting to “get” it – I swear she was! – but it’s something you really have to be consistent with. I’d teach your hellion what “no” means and after a certain point he’ll understand the word. I don’t know how realistic that advice is, though, if he stalks you and attacks you when you’re not expecting it. Maybe snatch him up when he does it, flick his ear, and say “NO” very sternly?
I bet he’ll start to calm down in a few months, though. I hope for Seamus’s sake he does!
Also, if he jumps on you guys and digs his claws in, I’d recommend you either go with SoftPaws or
trim his claws.
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I’ve been playing a LOT of diner dash and diner dash 2 lately and I was struck by how much you look like Flo in the pictures included in this entry. Crazy!!
I didn’t know who this Flo was, so I Googled her up, and I have to say, I can see a resemblance! I think it’s the sideways smile, mostly.
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Best picture of Spanky, EVER.
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Previously
2006: I call him Bob.
2005: Bouncing like that just can’t be a good thing.
2004: “DAMN it’s cold in here, give me some ass!”
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: Let’s just hope she wasn’t preparing him for the slaughter.
2000: No entry. ]]>