You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. YOU KNOW YOU DO. You better hurry up! (And yes, of course I’m happy to send cards to other countries!) Send your name and mailing address to hollydays@gmail.com .
I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.
If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does and doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.
In case you missed it over the weekend, on Saturday I introduced the Sons and then Fred and I got profane in the back forty. On Sunday, Gracie showed what an awesome watchpuppy she is, and I shared more pics of the new guys.
I did some Christmas decorating over the weekend – I’ll take pictures for Thursday’s entry – and I’m caught up on addressing and signing holiday postcards, and now that we’re less than two weeks from Christmas, I have to say that I am definitely in the holiday spirit!
I left the house to do my regular Sunday morning errands – dropping stuff off at the recycling center, checking the PO Box, returning the movie we rented Friday night – and since I was out and it was fairly early on a Sunday morning, I stopped by Walmart. I had a short list of arts ‘n crafts-type supplies that I needed to pick up, and I wanted to look at a few things in the electronics section and so on. There weren’t many people there when I arrived at 7:30, but by the time I left an hour later, it was pretty busy.
I ended up getting a $29 color printer/ scanner. I know I’m likely to kick myself in the ass for buying a cheap piece o’ crap, but every now and then I really wish I had a color printer for one reason or another – such as to print out a picture – so hopefully this printer will work out well for that. I’d like to tell you that I’ve tried it and it works well. HOWEVER, the fucking thing didn’t come with a USB cable (I guess I know why it was only $29), so I don’t know yet how well it works. We’ll see, I guess.
Fred colored my hair for me – I really am just not capable of doing it myself, I always miss great huge chunks of the back of my hair – and it looks pretty good. A little redder than I’d like, but I can live with it.
It was a nice weekend, but DAYUM it’s turned cold lately. Thank god I have a small heater in the foster room or the poor kittens would freeze to death.
You know, I’ve read all over the place how fantastically wonderful Pioneer Woman’s cinnamon rolls are, so finally I made them myself. It was a fucking PRODUCTION, between needing to buy whole milk and then having to scald it, and needing to have maple flavoring. Publix doesn’t carry maple flavoring, so Fred had to venture into the grocery section of Walmart to find some, which is always a joy.
So I made the damn things, and we were both distinctly underwhelmed. I mean, I’ve made cinnamon rolls before, some really damn good ones if you ask me, and these things were just… meh. And as much as I like sweet stuff, the fact that I only ate half of one (and Fred ate less than that) before we fed them to the chickens has to tell you something.
(The chickens liked them just fine, though, so take that for what it’s worth!)
Charlie loves his sister.
She’s so warm.
He likes to hug her like a big ol’ body pillow.
And she seems to be okay with that.
Clay is a tiny bit of a hellion.
He likes to show that scratcher just who the boss is ’round here. (Hint: it’s not the scratcher.)
“Who, meeeee?”
Tig, keeping watch from the top of the little cat tree.
Jax cannot stand how beautiful he is.
Jax keeps an eye on Clay. JUST LIKE IN THE SERIES. This cannot end well for Clay.
Opie on the big cat tree. “You go ‘way, lady.”
Just a little bit gorgeous, that Jax.
Alice, comfy in her favorite bed.
Did I mention that Alice has her own theme song?
Did you notice that I’m a great big dork?
HERE YOU GO:
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: It is truly amazing that I ever manage to get anything done around here.
2008: I was under the impression that chickens don’t like to be wet at all, but they seemed to be handling it pretty well.
2007: I’m telling you, the book-buying thing. It’s an illness!
2006: I did a lot of nothing yesterday
2005: (If you must know, it’s the “Tinferl” that really hit my funny bone. I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that. Shaddup.)
2004: Those two just make me shudder. And not in a good way.
2003: “Hey!” he thought to himself. “I think that might be the same bird and the same feeder!”
2002: “That’s okay, Bessie. I hate you sometimes, too,” he said.
2001: No entry.
2000: A blue spark leapt from my tender, sensitive pinky finger to the door of the Jeep in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and I all but screamed.
1999: But if I end up MIA, y’all know where to tell the cops to look…