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12/27/10 – Monday

by @ Monday, December 27th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

So, originally Fred thought he’d be working this week – even though his company gives everyone the week off – because he thought he’d use the holiday time next year to give himself a few three-day weekends in the stretch between New Year’s Day and Memorial Day.

As it turns out, the head of the company decided he couldn’t do it, so he’s going to be home with me. Which, I know, WAHHHH, he has to take the whole week off! Doesn’t he have the most difficult life? Don’t cry for him, Argentina – he’ll muddle through somehow.

Since he has the week off, I’m going to take the week off from posting, and keep him company. By Friday, our butts will no doubt have fused to the couch.

I’ll be back bright and early Monday with lots of pictures. ‘Til then, here are some movies (nothing fancy, just stuff that I’ve had sitting on my hard drive) to check out.


Hutch (now Percy), kneading and sucking on his blanket.
It’s both unbearably sweet and a little bit heartbreaking when kittens do this.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 


Starsky and Hutch (now Jack and Percy) were very loud eaters,
as you can witness for yourself.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 


I found an old digital video camera in the closet,
and wanted to see if it still works. It does – but
I’m thinking the lens needs a good cleaning.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 


On that same video camera, I found this movie of
Stinkerbelle from some time ago. At least a year old,
maybe two – we don’t have that chair anymore.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 


From back in August, some footage of Buster (aka “Bolitar”)
being snappish toward the fosters, which made me throw
him out of the room. As you can see from his drama queen
protests, he didn’t like being evicted.
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 


He had his sweet moments, though. You can’t hear it, but
he was purring up a storm. (Please ignore my sickening baby
talk, if you would.)
(If you can’t see it above, view it at YouTube, here.)

 

Now, if you’ll pardon me I’m going to go snuggle me some kittens. Have a great week!


If you can’t tell what’s going on here, that’s Peter on the bottom of the pile, with one of his back feet next to his face. The look of quiet desperation clearly says “Please. Halp. Me. Cannot. Breathe. GASP.” while Bobby, Greg, and Jan couldn’t be less concerned.

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Previously
2009: Snuggly Cookies.
2008: No entry.
2007: Seven random or weird things about myself.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: “Mom, you’re going to be bigger than Britney Spears!”
2003: I tossed the muffins in the trash, although it did occur to me to leave the one the Bean had had his ass upon – the assmuffin, if you will – for Fred.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Though to be truthful, I was the Monster Who Ate Alabama for a period of about 24 hours…
1999: “You must not be using the stairs at your house Freddie! You haven’t lost any weight!”

12/24/10 – Friday

by @ Friday, December 24th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

I was planning to post a picture of the postcard I sent out this year, but instead, I’m going to wait and post it on New Year’s Eve so it won’t ruin the surprise for those of you who requested the card and haven’t received it yet.

So here are a few Bookworm Christmas-themed pictures to tide you over!


“Santa! I been good! No, really!”

From all of us here at Crooked Acres to all of you who regularly (or occasionally) read, comment, and email, we hope you have a holiday filled with love, laughter, and lots of warm, purring kittens.

If for some reason warm, purring kittens can’t be a part of your life, don’t worry – I’ve got your back. There’ll be plenty of kittens for you to admire here in the new year.

Merry Christmas, Happy (belated) Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, whatever holiday you observe, I hope it’s a happy one!

(And for the rest of you, have a great weekend!)

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Previously
2009: From us and all of ours, to you and all of yours, wishes for a happy, safe, healthy holiday!!!!
2008: Featherhead keeps an eye on you.
2007: I had no idea 11 years ago that Fred was going to turn into a Handyman.
2006: What a difference a year makes.
2005: No entry.
2004: Fred thought it was funny that his sister had to explain to her boyfriend, who is from France, what “French toast” is.
2003: THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND I WAS IN TARGET! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: No entry.

12/23/10 – Kitteh Thursday

by @ Thursday, December 23rd, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life


Reacher, having heard the driveway alarm, is waiting to see if he needs to go hide from someone, or if it’s just the UPS guy.


I love that Corbie so.


SO GORGEOUS.


It’s Rhyme time!


Greg Brady in the sun.


All six kittens are actually represented here – you can see Peter’s whiskers at the bottom of the picture.


Stretchin’ Cindy.


I went upstairs to hang out with the kittens, and they heard me come up the stairs, so slowly wandered out of the foster room. They’d obviously been sleeping.


And then came Miz Poo (she’s usually upstairs when I let the kittens out in the morning, and I give her the choice of coming downstairs or staying with the kittens. She usually stays with the kittens, because she loves their room – when it’s sunny, all the cats love it in there.)


Notice that they’re all giving her a wide berth. I suspect she’s taught them that if they get too close, there WILL be smackin’.

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Elwood really knows how to fill up a cat bed.

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Previously
2009: CLEARLY I am filled with the Christmas spirit.
2008: It’s nice to have a clean house. I should probably try it more often!
2007: The eyes of a lover, the heart of a monster the world has never seen before.
2006: No entry.
2005: I have the best readers EVAH!
2004: Gotta love that Jack Bauer.
2003: When it’s such a noteworthy event that my child stops and stares in wonder, it’s possible I’m just not cleaning often enough, ya think?
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: That’s my girl!

12/22/10 – Kitteh Wednesday

by @ Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

If today’s pictures have a common theme, I think it would be “I haz a snuggle.”


Bobby and Cindy Brady.


Look at Bobby Brady, with the attitude, all squinty-eyed like an attitudinous little brat.


Such serious little faces.


Jan’s all “I haz a secret. My toes is dirty.”


“I cleans my toes.”


“See? All clean!” (Bobby, in the background, seems pretty unimpressed.)


“Okay, WHAT happened here? Last thing I remember…”


“…I was snorting some catnip…”


“..and when I woke up, HE was there, all stretched out and hogging the bed. I really need to cut down on the ‘nip.”


Tommy and Sugarbutt: brudderly love. (I LOVE that even at 5 1/2 years old, the brothers still snuggle from time to time.)


“You see what I put up with, here?”

Here they are from September 2005, when they were our fosters – back then, their names were Barrett (Tommy) and Sad Eyes (Sugarbutt). (They were named when they came to me.)

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and later that same month:

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Annnd with their brother Smitty (the orange one on the right, front – that’s Sugarbutt in the back with one eye closed), and their sister, Callie.

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Okay, enough of the trip down memory lane. 🙂 Well, except for just ONE more.

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Hi Robyn,

Wow how time flies! A few months back I wrote to you seeking advice about becoming a foster mum to a mother and two kittens living in the roof of the building next door.

I’m writing to give you an update. The first good news is once I trapped them and had them off to the vet they all tested FIV free. The bad news was the mother was pregnant again. I estimated her current litter to be only 6 weeks old. The Vet said the moment she weened them she could fall pregnant again. I was devastated for her – she was probably only 8 months old herself.

I made the heartbreaking decision to have her spayed. It still tears me up, but I’m convinced she would have struggled to bring those five babies to term, and also that it was the best decision for her.

The babies will be spayed and neutered next month – my vet won’t do it until they are 6 months old. This Christmas the mother is going to one home and the babies to another while we are away to trial how they get along with the resident cats at those homes. My hope is they become their forever homes. Fingers crossed for a Christmas miracle.

Attached are three photos from when I first bought them home, and three from yesterday. They are just beautiful.

Can I say thank you for your support at the beginning of this – and your unconscious support throughout. I read your blog everyday, and it felt like a constant friend as I tried to make a home for these little souls.

Feel free to use as much, or as little, of this on your blog as you like.

Merry Christmas to you, Fred and all the furry and feathered residents at Crooked Acres.

Kallee

(All pictures below are ©Kallee)


On the roof where they were born


The male kitten at home. His eye cleared up almost as soon as he was fed!


The scared little girl


Four months later: The beautiful mum


The boy, I named him Gene


Sweet sweet Annie, the little girl.

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Previously
2009: Mike & Gus: Brudderly…. love?
2008: It was kind of a cooking-themed weekend for me.
2007: I expected to read “And after we had fabulous chocolate crepes for dessert, we moved on to Bob’s house for the key party to end the night on a high note.”
2006: It burns, Jane! The applique, IT BURRRRRRRRNS!
2005: I’m a creature of habit, what can I say?
2004: No shit, Matt. Ya think? Ya think she might like to eat?
2003: “You are NOT allowed in Maine!” I informed him.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Except for world peace and all that. Yadda, yadda.
1999: No entry.

12/21/10 – Kitteh Tuesday

by @ Tuesday, December 21st, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

I am just all kinds of scattered and unfocused right now, trying to get the house whipped into shape before Friday (half of Fred’s family is coming here in the morning for brunch and then we’re going to his Dad’s in the evening), so y’all are stuck with cat entries this week.

I know, I know “Really? Cat entries? From ROBYN? We are STUNNED and SHOCKED and AMAZED!”


Last week, it rained. And then the next day it was warm enough for the cats to go out into the back yard and then back into the house many many many times. I didn’t even bother to mop ’til the next day.


I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”


Jean, this basket bed condo thingy look familiar? It is a favorite of the Bradys. Also, Jake is rather partial to it.


Corbie McGee and his thick, lush, raccoon-like tail.


An attempt to get a better picture of the not-a-heart on Cindy’s side. I’ll see if I can’t get a straight-on picture.


Cindy is a multi-tasker who can grab for Peter’s tail AND bunny-kick my foot at the same time.


Oh, Bobby Brady, I lub you so.


The straight-on pictures of Peter Brady don’t really show the extra-long fur at the tips of his ears, but this one shows it pretty nicely.


::thlurrrp::


The basket bed condo thingy on its way to the kitten room. Tommy gave it two paws up.


Corbie McGee, peering around the corner. I love the way his tail is around the leg of the chair.


“MOM! You ever hear of KNOCKING FIRST?!”

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Previously
2009: I was a baking motherfucker this weekend.
2008: No entry.
2007: Kismet! Match made in heaven! Fate!
2006: I said to Fred, “I know you think we have too many cats, but -”
2005: I imagine that when all three of our phones are in the same vicinity, we’ll get them confused and hijinx will ensue.
2004: Reader questions, answered.
2003: “Um, no,” I told Fred when he asked. “And not only no, but HELL no, and I’ll be out of the house whenever they come to interview you and tape you exercising and all that goofy-ass shit.”
2002: No entry.
2001: I guess he defines “tension” as “getting drunk and pawing every female in sight.”
2000: I practically woke up screaming, I tell you.
1999: Suddenly, it occurs to me that nestled next to my underwear is not the best place to put a bag of very potent catnip.

12/20/10 – Monday

by @ Monday, December 20th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

Fred worked so many hours Monday through Thursday last week, that he had enough time banked to take Friday off. So he did! And what’s even better is that he’s got a three-day weekend this weekend and next, as well. The company he works for is pretty awesome, and let their employees take Christmas Eve through New Year’s Day off. (Fred, however, thought ahead and asked if it’s allowable to bank the holiday time he doesn’t take, so he can use it during the year next year – and it’s allowable, so he’ll be taking Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve off from work, but working Monday through Friday.)

So we didn’t do much on Friday but hang out around the house. At one point we did go out into the blue coop (the one that will eventually be turned into a kitten coop) and took the nest boxes apart. He did the taking apart, and I hauled the wood away.

At some point Friday, he got an email at some point from his company – an email sent to all the employees – letting them know that the company had done so well through the year that everyone was getting a bonus.

Now, Fred really doesn’t spend money on himself. Everything he spends tends to be for the garden or something for the chickens or dogs. It was my opinion that he should use the bonus to buy something for himself. He’s been talking for a long time about buying a Wii or Xbox 360, and he hemmed and hawed about what to do with the money. Which is funny, because I could think of about 35 things to do, and I started listing them. “We could use the bonus to finish out the kitten coop.” and “We could use some of the bonus to buy a new garden wagon (since this one has shit the bed).” and “We could buy more wood to make platforms for the cats in the front room.” and so on.

Finally – probably to shut me the hell up – Fred declared that he wanted an Xbox 360. Saturday morning we got up earlyish, and headed for Walmart. He started browsing the games, and I wandered over to the book section, then the pet section, then to the craft section, and then back to check on Fred. He picked out several games, and I looked through them, but nothing looked terribly appealing to me. If there’d been a Super Mario Brothers, I would have been all over that (I kicked ASS at Super Mario Brothers on my ex-husband’s old Nintendo), or if there’d been Ms. Pac Man or Frogger, I would have gone for that. But nothing interested me, and so we just got some boring looking war game type games for Fred.

(I should add that the extent of my game-playing consists of playing a few games of Snood on my iPod before bed. I’ve never been much of a game player.)

So, we got the Xbox and the games, bought a Kitty Kube for the Bradys, and then headed for the grocery section of the store. We usually get our Saturday morning groceries at Publix, but since we were already at Walmart and didn’t need much, we grabbed what we needed.

I was having a sudden craving for Heavenly Hash ice cream, because Fred had just said something about it a few days earlier, and I walked slowly up the ice cream aisle looking for it. I didn’t see it, but I did see Rocky Road, so I grabbed that. Then I saw a carton of Heavenly Hash, but it was yogurt rather than ice cream. I was pretty sure that Heavenly Hash and Rocky Road were about the same flavor of ice cream, so I held the Breyer’s Rocky Road in one hand and grabbed the Purity Heavenly Hash in the other, to compare ingredients.

“They’re about the same thing,” I said. When it comes down to it, if I’m going to eat ice cream I want ice cream not frozen yogurt, so I was about to put the frozen yogurt back when the Purity guy who’d been stocking nearby stepped forward.

“That’s really good,” he said, indicating the frozen yogurt.

“Oh?” I said uncomfortably. I hate it when the representative for one company is standing there and I buy from another company altogether – and now that he was offering up an opinion, I was doubly uncomfortable. (If the Pepsi guy is stocking in the soda aisle, I’ll skip that aisle until I’ve done all my other shopping, and if he’s still there when I’m done with my other shopping, unless I’m down to my last bottle of Diet Coke, I’ll just put off buying Diet Coke for a later day. I feel like it sends the “I have tried your Pepsi, and find it – AND THUS, YOU – lacking” message. I know chances are good that they don’t CARE, or possibly they’ve learned to live with the pain, but I never claimed I wasn’t a neurotic weirdo.)

“Blah blah blah,” he said. (Not literally “blah blah blah”, but I don’t remember what words of praise he had for the frozen yogurt).

“Hmm,” I said, attempting to look like I was truly considering his words of wisdom. Then he turned away to answer his phone, I tossed the frozen yogurt back in the freezer, and hauled ass out of that aisle.

We headed for the checkout. By this point, the store had started to get pretty damn busy, and we started out standing in one line, and then moved to another. The line moved pretty quickly, fortunately (see: Fred And3rson, exceedingly impatient), and the cashier rang up our stuff. The checkout process ground to a halt when she rang up the Xbox, then stepped away from her register to grab something, and then swiped a card and then swiped it again.

“I don’t know what’s going on right now,” Fred said apologetically to the couple standing in line behind us. “I’m sorry.”

The woman laughed. “That’s okay, we’re not in a hurry!”

I glanced to see what they were buying, and saw a pile of Christmas candy, some paper cups and plates, plastic forks and spoons.

“You get a gift card with your purchase,” the cashier announced. She swiped the card one more time, and then handed it to Fred.

” I guess I can’t use that to pay for the Xbox?”

The cashier shook her head. “It’s for seventy-five dollars,” she added.

The woman standing in line behind us exclaimed appreciatively. “That’s nice!” she said. “You should pay for our stuff, too!” She winked at Fred so he would know she was kidding. Then she looked down at her pile of candy and felt constrained to add that she was buying it for her church.

“I’ll take that!” I said, grinning and snatching the card from Fred’s hand and putting it in my purse.

The cashier and the lady behind us laughed.

While the rest of our purchases were scanned and bagged, Fred and I had a quick discussion. Fred paid for our purchases. The cashier handed Fred his receipt and thanked him. Fred thanked her, and handed the receipt to me.

I handed him the gift card, he turned and gave it to the lady standing behind us, said “Merry Christmas!”, and we got the hell out of there before she could get all “I couldn’t!”

I glanced back once on our way out the door to see her standing there, staring after us, mouth hanging open.

Now, that? That, my friends, has put me in the Christmas spirit for realz.

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The other things that have put me in the Christmas spirit: all the great cards I’ve gotten from y’all (pictures of them later this week, hopefully), the glass of eggnog I had yesterday (I drink 1 or 2 cups of (nonalcoholic) eggnog every year around this time, and I’m all set ’til the next year), and the cookies I baked on Thursday – I did a batch of Chocolate Peanut Butter sandwiches, a batch of Secret Kiss cookies, and a batch of Cooking Light Chocolate Chip cookies, only instead of chocolate chips, I used red and green M&Ms. They were all really good, but 99% of them went out in the mail as gifts. Those that didn’t go into MAH MOUTH, that is.

I need to make some more cookies this week for Fred’s mother and stepfather (we don’t exchange gifts with his parents, but his mother blindsided us last year with a tin of cookies, so THIS year we’re going to blindside HER with a tin of cookies AND some jars of jam. SO THERE. Then next year she’ll blindside us with a pony, and we’ll have to blindside her with a house, then she’ll blindside us with a small island, and we’ll have to give her a nation, etc etc. You know how it goes.) and get some cash from the bank for his niece and nephew (who are also getting jams from us – they like the hot stuff. Fred’s mother does not.), and I’ll be done.

Also putting me into the Christmas mood:

I can’t help it, I love the holy hell out of that song. And hippopotamuses like me toooooooooooooooooo!

Now I need to go look for “Do They Know it’s Christmas”, because it’s not truly Christmas time ’til I hear Bono’s overwrought “Well, tonight thank god it’s them instead of youuuuuuuu!”

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“Lady, hey. Lady. LADY! Pet me?”


“Is Greg Brady gonna have to cut a bitch?”


Sweet miss Marcia.


Pretty, pretty Peter.

I had hoped to get the Bradys in for their spaying and neutering this week, but Cindy refuses to get her tiny little butt over the two pound mark, so I’m going to put it off ’til next week. There’s not any rush to get them done right now, anyway.

Saturday afternoon, we closed the half-door across the end of the hallway and let the Bradys free to roam down the hallway into the bathroom and my bedroom. They think it’s pretty neat to have all that room to run. Even better, Jake and Elwood can jump over the door to visit. Elwood’s mostly interested in eating their food, but Jake likes little kittens. And the little kittens seem to like them, too. Miz Poo seems to find them somewhat entertaining – she stayed upstairs after I closed the door, and the several times I asked her if she wanted out of the upstairs, she just ignored me. Corbie, Reacher, and Rhyme all visited with the little ones, as well.

Jake was drinking out of their water bowl Sunday morning, and Jan spotted him. She crawled over to him on her belly, then rolled onto her back and gave him the Eyes of Love until he walked away. He mostly ignored her, but I know a kitten in love when I see one!

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Hello, sweet Corbie McGee.


Rhyme just has no fear. He sees a cat, he climbs in for a snuggle. Hard to believe Miz Poo put up with this – it’s always a photo opportunity when Miz Poo allows another cat within five inches of her. Rhyme’s no dummy – he waited ’til she was sound asleep to climb in.


Keeping an eye on Sugarbutt, who looked like he might be up for some kitten smackin’.

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Smilin’ Joe keeps an eye on Sugarbutt, who tries to figure out WHY there are so many pairs of shoes on the bookcase. (Answer: because that’s where I put them to keep them up off the floor and out of the way. STOP JUDGING ME, SUGGIE.)

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Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: (Also, I loves me some environment and cares tons about the world I leave behind for my child and grandchildren blah blah blah.)
2006: I wonder how often dental patients go into a screaming rage and get violent with dental hygienists, because I certainly feel the impulse every time I have my teeth cleaned.
2005: Also, if Hollabackness is a desired state of being, how do I go about achieving it?
2004: Apparently she’s a princess now.
2003: Three things.
2002: My shit list.
2001: Emailing gets me all excited.
2000: I sure whine about the weather a lot, don’t I?
1999: Disaster averted!

12/17/10 – Friday

by @ Friday, December 17th, 2010. Filed under Life

I’ve got way too much to do today to be hanging out in front of the computer, so no real post for you today. Instead, admire my sweet Suggie, and I’ll see you on Monday!

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Previously
2009: I think what I’m saying is that we Robyn Andersons? We’re a ditzy bunch.
2008: Yes, we only currently have about three beds for each cat. What’s your point?
2007: He really is a pretty chicken, and I look forward to seeing what his babies look like.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Fred leaned down and SNIFFED MEESTER BOOGERS’ ASS AGAIN.
2003: And then we got to stand around while the woman, clearly not the sort who can walk and chew gum at the same time, fumbled with her credit card, NEVER ONCE PAUSING IN HER INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT CONVERSATION.
2002: Tell me, for I am clueless when it comes to these things.
2001: Like I said, if you’re going to mix lights, go all the way, people.
2000: No entry.

12/16/10 – Crooked Acres Thursday

by @ Thursday, December 16th, 2010. Filed under Crooked Acres, Fostering, Life

Did anyone notice the quote at the bottom of yesterday’s entry from 1999? If you hadn’t noticed, what it said was Fred and I came to an agreement last night. The end of March, I’m going off the birth control, and we’re going to start trying to get pregnant.

Boyyyyyyy, did times change. I don’t remember exactly when we decided we didn’t want to have another kid – I assume at some point before he had his vasectomy in 2005 – but every now and then I turn to him and say “We could have a ten year-old right now!” and we both shudder at the thought. No offense to those of you with 10 year-olds, of course, I think your 10 year-olds are probably pretty awesome, that’s a pretty fun age, it’s a couple of years before they hit their Stage of Stupidity but they’re able to do stuff for themselves, and I’m sure if we had our own 10 year-old, we’d love it and hug it and make it scoop the litter box every day (shit, I just now thought of that. WHY did we not have another kid, damnit?! I’d have years of free child labor!), but all in all we’re pretty glad we don’t have a 10 year-old.

A few weeks ago, I had a dream that I was pregnant. It was a surprise pregnancy, and in the dream I was freaking OUT. When I woke up, I had a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach and I was EXTREMELY unhappy and I was thinking “What the fucking fuck hell fucking shit fucking damn am I going to do NOW? I don’t want a kid, our lives were going so well, whyyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyyyyy whyyyyyy?” It must have taken two or three minutes before my mind cleared and I thought “If I were pregnant, that’d be a pretty good trick”, given Fred’s vasectomy in 2005 and my hysterectomy in February.

Talk about your rush of relief!

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I didn’t see the plastic surgeon yesterday, after all. Just about every school in this area was either canceled or let out early, and I decided I didn’t particularly want to drive to South Huntsville and end up sliding off the road in the pursuit of perky boobs. I called and rescheduled, and will be seeing him for real on December 29th.

My boobs and I can hardly wait.

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Sights from around Crooked Acres.


What I love about this picture is the chicken in the background, all “Dude, you wanna move?”


I took cookies out to the pigs the other night, and THIS BASTARD chomped down on my finger. IT HURT A LOT. Fucking pig.


“You gotta move faster than that to escape the Chomping Jaws of a Hungry Pig, lady.”


Roosters are so damn pretty.


What I love about this picture is how it looks like George only has that one tooth on the top. (I swear, he’s got a full mouthful.)


“George is not a toothless hick, lady. George takes CARE of his teeth.”


“Hmmm.”


“What’s she DOING out there?”


“I’m doing YOUR job, George. I’m running off potential threats to the flock!”


That helicopter did NOT come any closer, believe you me!


::proud::


“Nothin’ gets hold of MY flock!”


Hello, gorgeous.

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So, earlier this week I took the rug that was in the foster room, and I dragged it out to the garbage. And I replaced it with interlocking heavy-duty foam flooring. Because while it’s nice to have a rug in that room, it’s also really difficult to clean – also, not particularly easy to see little droplets of poop – and I got to the point where I would look at that rug and even though it had just been vacuumed and appeared to be clean, I felt like I could just SEE it crawling with germs.

The foam tiles can be vacuumed and cleaned, and won’t absorb the fluid you clean it with.

I’m a little concerned that the kittens’ claws will do some damage to them, but so far that hasn’t happened. So far, so good!

My only gripe is that the green is a bit brighter than I expected. I wanted the blue, but the blue was backordered, so I opted for the green instead.

The kittens don’t seem to mind.


Bobby believes in clean toes.


::thlurrrp::


::chomp::

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Rhyme does not appreciate this cold weather nonsense.


Reacher prefers to stay warm inside with Tommy.

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Newt in the sun. “Whatchoo want, lady? Let Newtie sleep. Newtie was out all night huntin’ mice. Newtles needs his snoozin’ time. You go away now.”

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Previously
2009: That boy can BOUNCE.
2008: Hey, look! Cute cat pictures!
2007: I wonder why I wouldn’t want to take “an active role” in picking the rooster, given that I wanted it SO VERY MUCH.
2006: No entry.
2005: You know what I really fucking hate?
2004: I guess it really does pay to be in the right place at the right time, eh?
2003: No one cries alone when I’m around, I always say.
2002: Next week will be a lovely roller coaster ride of stressed-out PMS hormones gone wild.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: Have I mentioned that I sleep in the nude?

12/15/10 – Wednesday

by @ Wednesday, December 15th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life


“Come ON, guys, it’s PICTURE time again, what a SHOCK. Cindy, get out from behind Marcia and let’s get this over with!”


“Wait. Perhaps now would be the ideal time to let you know that I HAZ A COMPLAINT. And my complaint is that my nose is dirty. You feed me canned food mixed with pumpkin, and then you want to take my picture?”


“My nose is dirty and I DON’T LIKE IT.”


::pout::


“I DON’T LIKE IT, you hear me?”


Jan says, “Oh, there’s a surprise. Pipsqueak Bobby has a complaint. I have eye boogers, but do you hear ME complaining? NO. It just adds to my charm.”


Peter says, “I have no complaints. I look absolutely smashingly perfect and everyone who sees me wants to kiss me on top of my adorable head.”


“Ehn! Ehn! Let me through! I want to be in the picture, too!”


Greg adds, “I have a little food on my nose, too. I’m saving it for later.”


Cindy pipes in with “I could be covered in food from head to toe, and I’d still be unbearably adorable.”


“Maybe one day you’ll learn to use that flash right, lady, and all the good pictures won’t come out too dark!”

Everyone’s a critic.

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You can’t tell from this angle, but Kara’s actually a very small cat. Not the most slimming angle – or position, I guess.

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Previously
2009: “My shower was more sparkly than Edward Cullen in the sunlight at high noon!”
2008: It’s not been a good time to be a finger on the hand of Robyn And3rson lately.
2007: When one has to peck the ground for bugs and worms, one gets mud on one’s beak.
2006: So that’s the story of my search for the perfect bra, and how I found it.
2005: I probably have a brain tumor.
2004: I swear, my Grinchly heart grew three sizes right then and there.
2003: A tree with glass ornaments? In a house with five cats?
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: I told Fred we should hire her out to the local police agencies and she could tell them when someone looks like a “drug person.”
1999: Fred and I came to an agreement last night. The end of March, I’m going off the birth control, and we’re going to start trying to get pregnant. (HahahahahahaHAHA! My, how times have changed!)

12/14/10 – Tuesday

by @ Tuesday, December 14th, 2010. Filed under Fostering, Life

We rented movies at Blockbuster on Friday – I mentioned them yesterday – and they were due back yesterday morning. So after I got up and did all my usual morning stuff, I decided that since I had to go up into town anyway, I’d go by the post office and then swing by Publix and get all the stuff on my grocery list. I also had a couple of packages to drop off at the local post office, which I planned to do on my way home from the other errands.

I’d gotten all my morning chores done by 7, but since the local post office doesn’t open until 8:30, I didn’t want to leave the house that early. I puttered around for an hour, and then finally left the house.

I got my mail at the post office, then headed for Publix which is on the other end of town from the post office OF COURSE, but traffic wasn’t bad, and I got there pretty quickly. I had a huge list of stuff to get, because I’m going to be making a lot of Christmas cookies later this week, and I was running low on everything.

I had gotten just about everything on my list, when I glanced at the bottom.

**MOVIES** I’d written, all in caps, with stars on either side.

Fucking jesus christ almighty fucking fucking FUCK.

I’d forgotten the movies. Had it occurred to me to GET the movies last night and put them in my purse or near my keys? OF COURSE NOT. Instead, I helpfully put them on the grocery list so I wouldn’t forget. Except I hadn’t looked at the grocery list before I left the house. So I was going to have to go home, unload the groceries, and then go ALL THE FUCKING WAY back to town to return the movies.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck.

I hate it when I do that flighty-brained shit. I mean, it’s not like it’s a great long trek from our house to Blockbuster – 15 minutes or so each way – but it’s the principle of the matter. I wasn’t going to even GO into town yesterday, but I figured since I HAD to go to town to return the movies, I’d get everything done at once.

CLEARLY THAT DID NOT WORK OUT.

It wasn’t so bad, in the end. I got home, unloaded my groceries, ate breakfast, hung out with the kittens, and then moseyed back into town with the movies, which is conveniently located across the street from The Dollar Tree, which I’d been meaning to visit. Several months ago, I happened across some microcloth cleaning cloths there. They were intended to be used for cleaning, but they were so soft that I knew instantly that the cats would love them. It wasn’t that annoying microcloth that sticks to your hands all creepy-like, either – they’re so, so soft. I bought ten of them (they were $1 each), and I was right – the cats LOVE them. I use them to line the cat beds on my desk, so I can just grab ’em and wash them every so often instead of having to clean the whole bed. I went back to the Dollar Tree about a month later, and of course they didn’t have them any more. I’ve been meaning to stop by ever since, just in case they got more in stock.

They didn’t have any yesterday, either. If the ones I bought had tags on them, I’d locate them online somewhere and buy a zillion of them, but I missed my window on that.

Oh well – it’s not like the cats will suffer once the ones I have are all beaten and threadbare, I’ll just find something else to put in the cat beds, right?

Then I moseyed on home and made a batch of corn chowder to have for lunch all this week. In and among my errand-running and kitten snuggling and dollar store shopping, I had to lug a buckets of boiling water out to the chicken yard every two hours. With the wind chill, it was well below freezing all day, and the chickens and dogs and pigs don’t have water heaters because IT NEVER GETS THAT COLD IN ALABAMA HA HA HA. I’d boil a big pot of water, dump it into the bucket, lug it out to the chicken yard and pour enough hot water into each chicken waterer, dog water dish, and the pig water trough to melt the layer of ice and keep more ice from forming for a while.

I hear that tomorrow it’s supposed to get back above freezing, but we might get some freezing rain. I guess I better drive safely on my way to South Huntsville!

It’s been almost three years since I had my lower body lift, and it’s time for a breast lift. Those of you who haven’t been reading long, here’s the scoop: in January 2006, I had RNY gastric bypass weight loss surgery and subsequently lost 145ish pounds (or, if you prefer, almost 200 pounds from my very highest weight), which is documented here. In April 2008, I had a lower body lift, which is also documented at that site. (I am very very very happy with the results of the lower body lift, btw.)

I had hoped to have a breast lift last January, but with the possibility that Fred might be about to lose his job, I put it off. Now I’m going tomorrow for a consultation. I’m more than a little tired of the lemons-in-a-tube-sock look. We’ve been saving for this (though I should add that Fred would LOVE IT if I didn’t have surgery. He says supportive things like “They don’t bother me!”, and I think it’s sweet that he thinks my desire to have them hoisted up to a reasonable position on my body has anything to do with whether they bother him or not. I should add here that I’m talking about a breast LIFT, and there will not be any implants involved. Having big boobehs for the first half of my life has made me long for small perky ones.)

Anyway, that’s why I’ll be braving the potential freezing rain tomorrow! I’m sure if the cost is in line with what we’ve saved, I’ll be scheduling that surgery as soon as possible.

And then I’ve promised Fred that there will be NO MORE SURGERY.

(I can feel my appendix taking that as a challenge.)

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Last week I checked at Publix and found no Meyer lemons. Then I checked at Sam’s and found no Meyer lemons. Then I shot off an email to local ReaderFriend Jean and was all “WTF? Have you ever seen Meyer lemons around here? I’m starting to take this as a challenge!”

Because she is AWESOME, Jean apparently checked at every store in Huntsville and found me some Meyer lemons! Fred got them from her yesterday (Jean works near where Fred works), and these things smell AMAZING. I haven’t used them yet – I’m going to candy some of them, and possibly make lemon curd from the rest), but I can’t wait!

(Thanks again, Jean. You rock!)

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You know how yesterday I said that Cindy and Bobby were “just under” two pounds, as reported by Fred, who’d gone upstairs to weigh them?

Last night when we were hanging out with the kittens before bed, I grabbed up Cindy (who’s the smallest) and went to weigh her to see how close she was to two pounds.

One pound, ten ounces. Now, I ask you – how is that “just under” two pounds? That’s “just over” a pound and a half, if you ask me!

I mean, not that it matters that much. At least she’s gaining weight – just not quite as quickly as I thought!


“Halllp. Meeeee.”


Okay.


Poking wee Cindy Brady so she’ll flail around and look adorable?


Probably not a good idea. But I can’t help it. She cracks me up!


“You poke ME, you’re gonna lose that finger, lady. You get me?”

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Reacher was on the couch in the living room, and I was trying to get a good low-light picture of him (ie, I was messing around with the camera settings without a clue as to what I was doing, and then snapping pictures to see what would happen). I was kneeling in the hallway, and I guess there were cats gathering behind me, and it disturbed Reacher.


Doesn’t he look disturbed? I’m disturbed, too – I have no clue what settings I had the camera on.


Corbie, snoozing on my bed.


Corbie, in the blue basket in the kitchen. (That is not, I hasten to assure you, a bucket of chocolate buttercream icing behind him. It once held chocolate buttercream frosting, but when I purchased it at the flea market, it was empty. It currently holds all-purpose flour. I buy the big bag at Sam’s, and needed a big place to store it. That bucket is perfect.)

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Miz Poo, in my bedroom window, in the sun. Sweet, sweet girl.

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Previously
2009: WTF with these people and the “keep going”?!
2008: No entry.
2007: Well, I don’t “always” say it. In fact, that would be the first time I’ve ever said it. But I’ll say it more in the future!
2006: “MY BABY IS IN PAIN, MAKE IT STOP!”
2005: I’m impressed with myself, if you couldn’t tell.
2004: It is in the 20s here today, IS IT OKAY FOR ME TO BE COLD NOW?
2003: (”Thanks, me! I’m so thoughtful!”)
2002: No entry.
2001: Trust me, it was far more horrifying-looking in person.
2000: Babbling.
1999: No entry.

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