So as you might be able to tell, I spent a good part of Saturday making jams. I came up with the neat idea of layering a couple of different kinds of jams – when I got to the end of the first batch of jam, I didn’t have enough to fill an entire jar, but I didn’t want it to go to waste, so I put what I had in a jar, then filled it the rest of the way with the next batch of jam. I ended up with four jars like that, and as far as I can tell (from looking at the jars), they stayed separated through processing.
Fred thinks it would be a neat idea to layer three kinds of jam, getting progressively hotter with each layer. I may do that next weekend.
I thought we had a ton of habaneros left in the freezer, but as it turns out, after Saturday’s JamFest, we have twelve bags left (each batch of “medium heat” jam takes one bag of habaneros). So I guess the end is in sight as far as the jams and hot sauces go!
Friday marked three years since I had RNY weight loss surgery. Sunday, I updated over at OneFatBitchypoo.
(For the record, if you’re ever looking for information on my weight loss surgery or plastic surgery experience, you’re going to find more of that over at OneFatBitchypoo than here.)
Lo asked where my new-hairstyle pictures were. I didn’t go with any kind of change, just the same ol’ ‘do. I figure if it ain’t broke, why fix it, right?
Proof:
Before. Note the gray.
After. Very early in the morning, which explains why I look like I’m 100 years old.
The roof guys spent all weekend working on the roof, and finally (mostly) finished late Sunday. I think it looks good, and I know the cats are relieved that there are no longer guys tromping around on the roof in a loud way.
I think the roof looks good – it’ll take some getting used to, but hopefully it’ll hold up well and we’ll have no further issues with leaking.
They finished the front part of the house Friday and then started on the back part, and since my computer is situated so that it looks right into the back yard, I got to witness the many times the younger of the two roofers picking up a huge, heavy piece of metal roof, and then staggered around with it held over his head.
I was fairly certain one end of the piece of roofing was going to come right through the window and split my skull in half, but luckily I was incorrect about that.
It wasn’t until after she put her glasses on that Samba realized she’d been whispering sweet nothings to a water bottle all evening long. That explained why her paramour had been so unresponsive, she guessed.
She made a mental note to see about contact lenses.
I swear to god, I think this cat kills people and buries them in the back yard at night when we’re sleeping. Have you ever seen such serial killer eyes? (Luckily she likes us. FOR NOW.)
Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: Spoiled rotten brats. The cats AND me.
2006: So, that’s the state of things with me.
2005: “Oh my god!” he said. “There’s a dead mole under here!”
2004: The man thinks that “hot” and “good-looking” are the same thing!
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: We all know I’m lazy, but this is ridiculous.