8/11/09 – Tuesday

I’ll be heading out to the garden here in a few minutes to work on the row of tomatoes. I started it on Sunday, pulled up all the tomato plants that weren’t producing, and pruned the cherry tomatoes to make it possible to actually get to all the tomatoes. As it was, the cherry tomato … Continue reading “8/11/09 – Tuesday”

I’ll be heading out to the garden here in a few minutes to work on the row of tomatoes. I started it on Sunday, pulled up all the tomato plants that weren’t producing, and pruned the cherry tomatoes to make it possible to actually get to all the tomatoes. As it was, the cherry tomato plants were so overgrown and bushy that it was impossible to actually harvest them.

I got the biggest row of tomatoes done Sunday, and I’ll get the second row done today.

Here’s where you come in – I have one podcast episode of Keith and the Girl to listen to, and then I’m out of stuff to entertain me while I’m doing boring shit. Tell me what podcasts you listen to that I should check out. I listen to Keith and the Girl and This American Life, but it’s just not enough listening time to get me through my daily tasks.

Help a sister out, won’tcha?

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Good god almighty.

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Check out all the awesome new Fiesta ware I got in Pennsylvania!


The little bowls that look like they’re blue, in front of the single-serve casserole dishes, are now in the foster room with kitten food in them (they’re also not blue – they’re dark purple). I ADORE my smiley face plate, and plan to eat every meal off it from here on out. I can’t wait to use the single-serve casserole dishes (eggplant lasagna, maybe?). The yellow bowl to the right with the pile of cream-colored plates on top? I got that stuff at Hall China, the price was too good. Now that I look closer at the little plates, they almost look like little pie plates, don’t they?

Oh, I love my Fiesta ware. The fun part is going to be finding a place to put it all! It may have to live on the counter ’til we get the new pantry inside, and I can make room in my cabinets.

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Last week I was looking for a lamp for the foster kitten room. Since I moved the dresser from the room into the closet, there’s nothing for a lamp to sit on. I was looking for a wall lamp when I stumbled across the concept of a ceiling swag lamp. This, for the uninformed, is a lamp you can plug into the wall, then hang from the ceiling.

So I did a Google search on “ceiling swag lamp” and I came across a site that said “blah blah blah for affordable ceiling swag lamps, check out this site!”, and I clicked on the link to see these “affordable ceiling swag lamps” and found that apparently “affordable” ceiling swag lamps run in the area of $140+.

That’s not affordable to ME. That’s the opposite of affordable, thank you very much.

I know what you’re thinking – you’re thinking “Robyn, you were about to buy a BOAT, you’re bitching about a $140 lamp?”

That boat was NOT the boat version of a $140 lamp, believe you me.

I ended up buying a simple, plain ceiling swag lamp off eBay for less than $50, shipping and all.

And I bet it works just as well as the $140 lamp.

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Someone noted in my comments yesterday that I can apparently tell Bill and Hoyt apart now. I actually spent a good part of the weekend staring back and forth between the two, and now I can’t believe there was ever a time I couldn’t tell them apart.

Now, kitten by kitten, meet them all.

2009-08-11 Terry
This is Terry. He has a diamond on his nose, a hernia on his tummy (it’ll be fixed when he goes to be neutered and doesn’t bother him at all) and a wonky paw (I thought it was polydactyl, but it just formed so that he’s got three “fingers” on one side, and then two “fingers” on the other). He’s a mess, but he’s the sweetest little lover boy you’ll ever meet.

2009-08-11 Lafayette
Lafayette. He has crossed eyes, and also is the only black kitten of the litter. He loves eating, and if anyone else gets too close to his food, he slaps down the Paw o’ Doom.

2009-08-11 Sookie
Sookie. I couldn’t get a good shot of her looking at me, because she’s got better things to do than be sitting around looking at me. That’s a mink tail she’s playing with. She LOVES it. She’s the only girl, and has a lot of white on her face, which is how I can tell who she is without looking at her back end.

(Regarding the mink tail – someone gave my sister a package of mink tails for her cats a few years back. Her cats were completely uninterested, so she gave them to me. I have yet to have a litter of kittens where at least one of them is not IN LOVE with the mink tail. Sometimes they get all possessive and growly when they’re carrying the mink tail around.)

2009-08-11 Sam
Sam. At first, I got him mixed up with Sookie a lot, because they both have a lot of white around their nose. He’s got more, though, and that adorable little freckle. Also, her stripes are darker and more defined than his are. He’s a sweet little cuddler.

2009-08-11 Hoyt2
This is Hoyt. He’s the biggest of the bunch, has HUGE paws, and is the snuggliest snuggler there ever was. I can now tell him apart from Bill because Hoyt has just a wee bit of tan on his face, and only has one squinty eye.

2009-08-11 Bill
This is Bill, who I couldn’t tell apart from Hoyt for the longest time. He’s got a lot more tan on his face than Hoyt does, and he’s got squinty eyes. Also, he’s cross-eyed. He’s a sweet thing, and despite the squinty, crossed eyes, he’s an observer. He watches his siblings closely.

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2009-08-11 (2)
Say hello to my little turkey. We’ve named him “Hjonkie” (pronounced “He-yonky”) because he walks around saying “Hee-yonk. Hee-yonk.” He’s a friendly little guy and likes to climb up on Fred’s shoulder and hang out.

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2008: For the record Bill Phillips emus are very violent when you offer them a cup of corn.
2007: No entry.
2006: “You pipple giffs me zee headache.”
2005: God, I love the internet.
2004: Three days into the school year, and I’m sick to death of bus issues.
2003: My weekend can be summed up thusly: long periods of mind-numbing tedium broken with a stretch of horrified disgust, with a soupcon of panic tossed in for good measure.
2002: Maine recap.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.