Did I mention that there are some jams and hot sauces still available? We’re running out of some flavors, though, so I guess I’d better get my butt in gear and get to canning! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * … Continue reading “2/17/09”

Did I mention that there are some jams and hot sauces still available? We’re running out of some flavors, though, so I guess I’d better get my butt in gear and get to canning!

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Reader DeAnn, I think you’re not getting my reply to the email you sent – I responded to the first one and the re-send, but didn’t hear back, so I suspect I’m ending up in your spam folder. To answer the question:

With your shock collars and fence, do you recall the box mentioning if the fencing system could be rigged up to doors to prevent them from escaping? Also are the shock collars you have specifically for cats, or are they for dogs? Do you remember the brand you used?

I don’t remember the box saying anything about being used to stop animals from escaping from the house, but I asked Fred (who really knows more about it than I do), and he says that he thinks that it could definitely be used for that. He said that if you have a crawlspace under your house, you could actually run it a few feet back from the door so they couldn’t get anywhere near the door.

Our fence is made by PetSafe, and Fred said that he’s pretty sure the collars are technically made for small dogs, but they’re marketed to be used for cats.

I hope that helps!

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The other night we watched the second episode of Trust Me, the USA series starring Eric McCormack and… Thomas Cavanagh (sorry, I had to go look up his name. He’ll always be Ed to me).

They play ad execs at an advertising company, and they had to come up with a new slogan for a cell phone company because the one they’d previously come up with, “What can you do with one hand?” was deemed by focus groups to be about masturbation.

So their second slogan, the one that everyone on the show absolutely loved?

Do Thumbthing.

Oh my god in heaven, I loathed it. Fred liked it, though it was kind of catchy, but every time a character on the show said the slogan out loud, I did a full-body twitch. I thought it was AWFUL. I still do. It was like nails on a chalkboard every time someone said it. Ugh.

Other than that, and the fact that Monica Potter manages to be annoying and have a voice that grates and makes me want to shove a pencil in my ear every time she speaks, I kinda like the show.

And speaking of shows, it cracks me up that Mike White is on The Amazing Race. They showed him and I hooted and yelled “IT’S MIKE WHITE!” Fred looked and said “Holy cow, it’s Chuck!” (Except that he was actually Buck in that movie, not Chuck.)

I have to say that the grin Mike White has on his face every time he’s on camera makes him seem a bit simple-minded and he’s always struck me as kinda creepy, but I kinda like him anyway.

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I made Pioneer Woman’s cupcakes on Friday. They were pretty good, though I found that the more time went by, the dryer they got even though they were stored in an airtight container.

I also made a batch of Girlfriend’s Graham Cookies on Friday. Instead of walnuts, this time around I used chopped, toasted pecans (from our own pecan trees!), and they were even better than before. This time, Fred even liked them!

By Monday morning, we were both tired of eating sweets (if you can believe it), and I put all the sweet stuff away – except for the cupcakes, which I tossed in the bag we keep in the freezer for the next set of pigs.

(We didn’t find any pigs at the flea market yesterday, by the way. Which didn’t surprise us – we didn’t really think there’d be any there, but figured it didn’t hurt to look.)

Last night for dinner we had pork shoulder steaks, rubbed with spices and baked, then cut up and served over angel hair. On the side, we had green beans. Except for the angel hair, everything came from our land.

I love meals like that.

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Samba and Rumba are doing well. We kept them separated over the weekend and they continued being super-friendly and “I love you! Pet me! Let me flop over into your lap! I LOVE YOU!” When I couldn’t stand the sad meowing from behind two bedroom doors, I let them out of their respective rooms, and almost immediately their super friendliness went away. They’re still friendlier than they were before they were spayed, but they’re not the super-friendly lovebugs they turned into over the weekend, so I’m going to recommend that they go to the pet store separately. I’m afraid if they go together and are in the same cage, they’ll be skittish and unfriendly and hard to adopt out.

And they’re such sweet girls, they deserve to find their forever homes fast!

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More kitten pics over at Love & Hisses.

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“How YOU doin’?”

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2008: We’re very protective of our property, if you couldn’t tell.
2007: No entry.
2006: Don’t call me paranoid – it happens to me ALL THE TIME.
2005: I feel like every time I run an errand in the Jeep I’m tempting Fate.
2004: I am blogrolling’s bitch.
2003: We figured if nothing else, we’d just start killing and eating cats.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: ***Warning! Adult language and situations ahead! Skip the first three paragraphs if you’re easily offended***