12/21/11 – Wednesday

I love to watch the squirrels out the side window, especially when they’re going after this particular bird feeder. Flexible. Excellent balance. Do you see the squirrel tongue action going on here? Let’s see a closeup. SQUIRREL TONGUE. “Oh, sweet bird seed, you make my heart sing. You warm the cockles of my heart and … Continue reading “12/21/11 – Wednesday”

I love to watch the squirrels out the side window, especially when they’re going after this particular bird feeder.

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Flexible.

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Excellent balance.

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Do you see the squirrel tongue action going on here? Let’s see a closeup.

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SQUIRREL TONGUE.

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“Oh, sweet bird seed, you make my heart sing. You warm the cockles of my heart and delight my tongue, I LOVE YOU SO.”

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Sweet Opie in the sunshine.

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“Can I come in and play?”
“I’m sorry, there’s no room for you in Cat Cottage. Check back tomorrow.”
“But you’re the only one in there, and there are like three other floors!”
“Right. No room. See ya!”

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Tig would like you to know that manly mancats don’t mind playing with pink toys.

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Three little tuxies, all in a row.

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Jax and the crazy eyes.

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Silly boy.

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“What?”

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Chuckles loves himself some Elwood.

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LOVES.

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Who can blame him?

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It must feel like curling up with a huge water bottle!

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Newtles is the king of chillaxin’.

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It’s a rough life, is what it is.

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“After all that yawning, I need another nap.”

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Previously
2010: “Really? Cat entries? From ROBYN? We are STUNNED and SHOCKED and AMAZED!”
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.

12/20/11 – Tuesday

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. Last day to get your name and address to me! (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 midnight. If you’d like to send me a card … Continue reading “12/20/11 – Tuesday”

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. Last day to get your name and address to me! (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 midnight.

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.

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Recently, Fred discovered Fiverr.com, a site where you can pay $5 to have someone do just about anything (within reason). What he did, of course, was immediately commission a picture of one cat, and then from another artist altogether, he commissioned another.

Both artists did a pretty good job, but I think I kind of prefer the one that did Sugarbutt.

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Randomness

Elaine sent me this link last week, and I’ve been meaning to share it ever since. Now THAT is a cat who enjoys yoga!

Anita sent me this one last week, and I found it really interesting. I usually have a hard time sitting and watching any videos longer than 90 seconds, but I watched every moment of this, and thought it was thought-provoking and well done.

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Lately, Fred has about every other Friday off from work. He gets out of bed around 3:30 every morning (he’s a freak) and tends to get to work by 5, so he racks up plenty of extra time during the week so that he can either leave early on Friday or stay all day one Friday and take the next Friday off.

So he had last Friday off, and first he shocked me by coming upstairs when I was getting dressed after my shower to ask if I wanted to go out to breakfast. Not ONLY did we go out to breakfast, we went out to Cracker Barrel, which Fred is usually no fan of. After breakfast, we went to Publix to pick up milk, which is COMBINING ERRANDS (not that breakfast out is an errand, but you know what I mean), which Fred also really really hates to do.

AND. THEN.

Saturday morning we LEFT THE HOUSE – his suggestion!!! – and went to Books-A-Million, where we browsed for a very long time in the bargain book section and left with 13 books between us for the bargain price of $65.

I don’t know what’s going on, but to voluntarily leave the house – AT HIS SUGGESTION – twice in one weekend like that? UNHEARD OF.

Maybe it was an early birthday present?

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In former foster news, the shelter manager told me that she saw the people who adopted Rufus last week. He’s doing well, is best friends with their dog, and he and the dog play and share toys. Awww.

This was Rufus, in case you don’t remember – he showed up in our yard suddenly one day earlier this year, and I was so worried that he was a pregnant female (he had a big round belly) that I insisted Fred go out and trap him:

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And in other former foster news, the people who adopted Ciara and Coriander together this summer stopped by Petsmart, and I heard that they just love those girls to death, and the girls get along great with their Lab.

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Ciara and Coriander when they were here with us.

I’m always glad to hear about my former fosters going to homes with dogs, and adjusting well. Since they’re not exposed to dogs around here, it’s something I worry about, but given how many well-adjusted stories I’m hearing, I’m going to stop worrying!

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Patty and Charlie are doing well – they still don’t quite understand why they’re not allowed in the foster room any more, but last night they stood in the hallway outside the room and hissed under the door at the Sons, so I’m not in any hurry to let them in to visit!

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This shows the amazing green of Patty’s eyes.

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Charlie, getting ready to complain.

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Patty, showing off her claws.

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I think I forgot to mention that on Saturday, I opened the closet off the foster room, and moved the litter boxes in there so that the boys would have more room to run around. They seem to like it quite a bit – when I’m downstairs, I can hear them thundering around from the room to the closet and back again.

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Opie and Jax.

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Clay and Tig.

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I don’t know what’s going on over there, but it’s certainly got Opie’s attention.

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Pretty boy Jax.

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You know you wanna rub Opie’s belly (whether or not he’ll let you is another matter altogether).

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Mister Innocent.

Thus far, I can tell you that Clay is the kitten most likely to climb into your lap – and then sink his claws into your thigh when you’re least expecting it (on the list for all the Sons: claw trimming!). Opie’s the kitten most likely to bite your big toe. Jax is the kitten most likely to sit just out of your reach, look up at you with his big, big eyes, and squeak sadly as though you’re breaking his heart. Tig is the most skittish one who runs and hides if you make any sudden movements – and will protest if you pick him up and hold him like a baby. But he only protests for a few seconds before he decides that, hey. This isn’t so bad!

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Spanky snoozing.

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“LADY, I AM TRYING TO NAP. STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME!”

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Previously
2010: “Hmm,” I said, attempting to look like I was truly considering his words of wisdom.
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!

12/19/11 – Monday

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. One more day! Get to it! (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 midnight tomorrow. If you’d like to send me a card as well (never … Continue reading “12/19/11 – Monday”

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. One more day! Get to it! (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 midnight tomorrow.

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.

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In case you missed it over the weekend: Saturday was a repost of an entry from two years ago. Sunday was Spanky speaking (or refusing to), Clay wiggling his invisible tail, and a video from almost four years ago, where I harassed the cats by continually asking what they were doing.

Customer service: the good and the meh.

The good. Last year at Christmas time, we bought a Room with a View from Jeffers Pet when they were having their 12 Days of Christmas promotion. I got it half price, and the cats liked the one we got the previous year so much that I decided to get one for the foster room. So, it arrived, I stuck it out in the garage because I had big plans (BIG PLANZ) to polyurethane it before Fred put it together in case it got peed on, in which case I could just wipe it off and not worry about the pee soaking into the wood. Then I was like “Meh. Don’t wanna. Would you just put it together for me?” and Fred was all “Yeah, one day I will” and then we stuck it in the back of the garage and ignored it for what’s now been a year.

So last weekend I was like “Your task is to put the Room with a View together before the end of the weekend.” I find that if Fred is given his list of what he must accomplish at the beginning of the weekend, it works out better. FOR ME. Because he invariably forgets until I so-very-casually say Sunday morning “When are you going to do that task I gave you?” and then he’s all “Oh, shit!” and has to rush to do it.

Sunday morning, when he’d been reminded and went out to the garage to do it, he discovered that the hardware for putting the Room together had gone missing. I’m entirely sure that it came with the Room, but at some point I took it all out of the box so I could take the box to the recycling center, and the hardware took a hike without either of us realizing it (I don’t think I left it in the box, but who knows?)

Fred looked around online to find the company that makes the Room with a View, and he emailed and asked if it would be possible for us to buy a replacement set of hardware. Within 24 hours he’d heard back from them, all they needed was our address, and they’d send a replacement set for free. Less than a week later, we had the hardware in our possession – they sent it via FedEx, even.

Now THAT is customer service! (Don’t ask me if Fred put the Room with a View together, though.)

The meh. I have a tiny bit of an addiction to Jolly Ranchers. Not just any Jolly Ranchers, though, the Wild Berry Jolly Ranchers that I buy in bulk directly from Amazon once or twice a year. When I say I have an addiction, I don’t mean that I chow down on them constantly – when I’m at home, I may have one a day, but I also go days without eating any of them. But when I do a lot of errand-running, I tend to consume two or three of them. I don’t know what it is about driving that makes me need to have something in my mouth constantly – if it’s not a Jolly Rancher, it’s gum – which I am constantly refreshing as soon as the flavor is gone.

So anyway, a couple of weeks ago, I reached into my desk drawer and found that I had no Jolly Ranchers in the usual place. So I reached into another drawer where I store the bags of Jolly Ranchers. I opened the bag, dumped the Jolly Ranchers into the top left drawer, and went about my business.

The next day, I reached into the drawer for a Jolly Rancher, grabbed one, and started to open it. Then I glanced down at it.

There were ants embedded in my Jolly Rancher. I opened the desk drawer all the way to see if perhaps ants had gotten into the desk drawer, but there were no ants to be seen. I looked through the candy that had come out of the same bag to see if there were ants in any of the other pieces of candy, and nada.

I looked around online to find the customer service email for the company that makes Jolly Ranchers (which is Hershey, if you’ve ever wondered) and filled out the form online to alert them that, hey. There appear to be ants in my Jolly Rancher, motherfuckers.

(I didn’t say “motherfucker.” But I thought it.)

Four days later, I was vacuuming when I heard the phone ring. I didn’t recognize the number, so I kept vacuuming, and when I was done, I listened to the message. It was someone at Hershey leaving a message asking me to call back so they could determine what “the foreign object” in my candy was. (Me, listening to the message: “It’s ANT, you fuckers. Did you not READ the email?”)

When Fred got home from work, I asked him to call them because I hate talking on the phone and I didn’t want to deal with it. Although he offered at least three times to send her high-resolution pictures so that she could see what it was for herself, the lady he spoke to wasn’t interested in all that. She told him that often times, people mistake burnt sugar for bugs.

She wasn’t buying it. She told him that she’d send a postage-paid envelope so that we could send the piece of candy to the company so that they could determine what it was, and they’d also send coupons for free product.

“Determine what it was my ASS,” I said to Fred when he’d hung up the phone. “They’re going to destroy the evidence!”

They’re so unconcerned about all this that a week and a half later, we have seen no mail from them. Probably they’re right, I’m sure that it’s not actually ANTS in the candy. Surely it’s burnt sugar. It’s not like we can see individual legs and antennae and can count all six of those ants or anything.

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(Do feel free to go over to Flickr and check out the large or even original-sized pictures. You can see one poor ant over there to the left who was clearly attempting to swim his way to freedom.

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Patty Peppers, you make me wanna kiss you.

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Check out that gigantic back foot she’s got going on there.

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The Sons are turning into great big lovebugs. Now when I walk into the room, instead of running and hiding, they all come over to me. Clay immediately climbs into my lap and smacks at the other kittens when they walk by. Opie will also climb into my lap when Clay moves along, and Tig and Jax like to sit near me and squeak at me.

They are way too cute, these guys.

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Left to right: Clay, Tig, Opie, Jax.

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Sweet monkey Clay.

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Oh, is Jax pretty? I hadn’t noticed.

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I love Opie’s whiskers in the sun.

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Honestly, that scratcher is one of the best things I’ve ever bought. They LOVE it.

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Opie and Tig. I love Tig’s wide-eyed look of horror. “WHO knocked that scoop onto the FLOOR?” Gee, I wonder.

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Remember when I said that Jax keeps a close eye on Clay? I wasn’t kidding. This picture cracks me up.

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Tom Cullen makes himself comfy no matter where he lands.

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(He’s a big cat, but he’s not quite as huge as this particular angle makes him look.)

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“How YOU doin’?”

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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I’m sure the world shifted on its axis a bit when I left the house in jeans instead!
2007: I believe the phrase “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” were bellowed in my car about sixteen different times.
2006: I think my favorite part of the video is at the end when the boys are eating and Miz Poo is so intent on getting a snootful of Booger ass that she is uninterested in Snack Time.
2005: I’m sure that if Rachel McAdams knew that pictures of her nipples were going to be splashed all over the internet she would have yanked out the hairs just to spare the Dork Brigade the sheer horror of having to be aware of the fact that she’s a living, breathing human and exists for purposes beyond serving as an image for them to jerk off to.
2004: I’d swear to never use Amazon again, but it’s so FREAKING convenient I just can’t help myself.
2003: Clearly we were in the presence of REALLY important people.
2002: Because I’m just that good.
2001: That’s right, damnit, I’m a chick magnet!
2000: We’re standing strong in the face of those two snowflakes.
1999: Though I guess “substance” would be a matter of opinion.

12/18/11 – Kitteh Video Sunday

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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 … Continue reading “12/18/11 – Kitteh Video Sunday”

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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.

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Today, two videos for you!

The first, a short one of Clay laying on the floor being petted. You can hear him purring (though you can also hear the camera focusing), and at about 10 seconds in he starts waving his invisible tail. Also, Tig passes by and stops to watch for a moment.

The second, I was attempting to get Spanky to “talk” to me, and didn’t have much luck. I think he looks particularly pretty in this video, though, despite his refusal to perform on cue. (Also, it kind of looks like his tongue is sticking out, but that’s actually his lower lip.)

Also, if you’re interested (it’s 2 1/2 minutes long) here’s a video I shot almost four years ago wherein I walked around and harassed all the cats, asking them what they were doing. It starts with someone who’s no longer around (Mister Boogers) and ends with someone who’s no longer around (McLovin’, our very first rooster).

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“Hey.”
“What?”
“What are you doing in there?”
“Sitting in my box.”

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“Just… sitting? Sitting there in that box?”
“YES, just sitting. Sitting in MY box.”

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“M’kay. Well, I’m just going to sit here. And stare at you. And you can’t do anything because I? I am not. touching. you.”

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Works every time.

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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: Uterii are known for being ultra-reasonable, after all.
2008: It is NOT raining!
2007: I would never condone entering a grocery store and opening fire with a machine gun, but I certainly understand the impulse.
2006: I think that we all know that it’s more likely that Sugarbutt will whisk Miz Poo into a perky waltz about the living room before I actually get off my dead ass and sand down the trim so that I don’t have to look at the drippy bits.
2005: No entry.
2004: He yawned his ears right off his head.
2003: “Well,” he said, all smug and certain of his facts. “If you didn’t have DIARRHEA, then it was NOT the flu! It’s just a cold!”
2002: But is Christmas shopping ever really done?
2001: The usual excitement
2000: Grandma’s other concerns were whether the fire was going out (it wasn’t) and how much Fred and Becky were eating.
1999: When did Toronto become part of the United States, again?

12/17/11 – Saturday Rewind

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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 … Continue reading “12/17/11 – Saturday Rewind”

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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.

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Glenda pointed out the ACME Portable FURnace post I had two years ago on the 9th, and since I know that some of you haven’t been reading that long, I thought I’d republish it today. Those of you who missed out on when the Cookies were here, oh you missed OUT. Between the Cookies and the Wonkas, it was complete insanity around here that Christmas.

Anyway, here it is. It was originally posted on December 9, 2009.

Finished your Christmas shopping yet? Are you STUMPED trying to come up with the perfect gift for one of those hard to buy for relatives or friends? Do you kinda wanna punch them in the nose when they shrug and say “Oh, just get me any ol’ thing!”?

LOOK NO FURTHER.

In these cold and gray days of winter, all anyone wants to do is bundle up in front of the fire and not move ’til Spring, am I right?

But unfortunately, there are things like “jobs” that are even more unfortunately not located near fires where you can bundle up and keep warm.

What is a cold person to do? What oh what?

I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!


The ACME Portable FURnace is here to save the day! You just take this super-warm little ball of fluff, put it on your shoulder, and although it has a head that is stuffed with marshmallow fluff, it SENSES where the warmth is needed the most, and it will settle there!


NO difficult and messy settings, no annoying electric cords! You put the ACME Portable FURnace on, and forget it’s there!


You can place it on your shoulder for easy kissing access, or you can place it on the back of your neck for maximum warmth! A little rub between the FURnace’s shoulder blades turns on the vibrating massage function!


You’re taking phone calls! You’re filling out reports! You’re even attending meetings! AND NO ONE KNOWS IT’S THERE, KEEPING YOU WARM! If you weren’t so toasty and warm, you’d hardly know it was there yourself! It runs so smoothly it purrs!

SET IT AND FORGET IT!

The ACME Portable FURnace recharges itself AS YOU USE IT! Give it a bowl of food and some water, empty it occasionally in the nearest litter box, let it stretch its legs while YOU sleep, and it’s ready to go again the next morning!


OPERATORS ARE STANDING BY!

Call 1-800-FLUF-HED and place your order today! Act now, and for a short time only, you can get TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE! One can keep you warm while the other one is off whining about how hungry it is despite the fact that it JUST ATE!

Don’t delay! Order now for Christmas delivery!

Disclaimer: ACME Portable FURnaces are guaranteed to be as adorable as the one pictured above, but may not be as well-behaved; some FURnaces occasionally emit fountains of vomit down your back with no warning and for no particular reason; FURnaces are sometimes known to walk through their own feces and track it all over the place, leading one to sniff and say “Does it smell like butt in here to you?; FURnaces need to have their claws trimmed regularly or may shred your clothing in an attempt to keep their claws sharp; wearing loose clothing is unadvised, as the FURnace may take it as an invitation to go exploring and then pop its head out the front of your shirt to see what’s going on; FURnaces may regard hair as an attractive snack; FURnaces sometimes sneeze and get snot all over the nearest surface (which could be the back of your head); FURnaces will sometimes develop the habit of sitting an inch from your face in the middle of the night and howling “MAO? MAO? MAO?” until your brains leak out your ears; FURnaces are self-cleaning and may interrupt important meetings making smacking noises as they loudly clean their nether regions; though self-cleaning, FURnaces might need the occasional bath (see above regarding walking through their own feces) – use gentle shampoo and the warmest and fluffiest of towels when bathing the FURnace; do not shake the FURnace; do not let the FURnace get cold; speak kindly and gently to the FURnace; do not yell or scream at, shake, fold, spindle or mutilate the FURnace.

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Previously
2010: Admire my sweet Suggie.
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.

12/16/11 – Friday

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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 … Continue reading “12/16/11 – Friday”

You know you want a Crooked Acres holiday postcard. You better hurry up, the deadline is Tuesday at midnight! (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.

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I do not know where I stole this picture from, but it makes me laugh every time I look at it. SO TRUE.

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Have you seen this window decal? I saw this while I was being very productive (ha!) on Pinterest and immediately thought of you.

I had not seen that! However, I very well might have those very decals in my desk drawer right now and have just been putting off applying them to the car because I’m lazy! (Also, that person has more cats than I do!)

Pinterest is a total time-suck, isn’t it? I’ve been signed up for a Pinterest account for ages, but it’s just in the last week or so that I’ve been spending a lot of time there looking at what other people have pinned.

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Tell me, tell me, did I win one of the cat books? I’m sure I did but you just can’t find my email address. Would it help to tell you I sent you a Holiday card? Would it help to tell you that I have your post card right on the frig next to my cat Snickers picture.
Ok, so guess I didn’t win, boo hoo!

I should have announced this in an entry as well as on the post where I was taking entries for the giveaway, but I’ll announce it now: Tammy F. and Kathryn each won a copy of the book, and I mailed ’em out bright and early Monday morning, as promised. Better luck next time, those of you who didn’t win! (Hopefully there’ll be a next time!)

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Do you think Elwood might reactivate the Crooked Acres Department Of Het? No one will ever replace Mister Boogers, but I do miss being hetted at (on?) by a cat. Elwood looks like he’s got it figured out.

Y’know, it’s entirely possible – I can see the hetred in Elwood’s face, sometimes. We’ll have to see if the hetred develops properly.

On the other hand, he might just be too nice. He spends a lot of time rubbing on other cats and snuggling with Tommy. Boogie would snuggle with kittens if they climbed into the cat bed with him, but he never went looking for love, as I’m sure he would have felt that was beneath him.

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Elwood and Tommy.

Good ol’ Boogie. We’ve been talking about him and missing him a lot lately. There’ll just never be another cat like him.

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Da Boogs.

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There could be a real advantage to the whole tailess thing. Elphaba likes to sit on the back of the couch and swat me in the head or face with her tail sometimes, especially if I am reading or watching TV and ignoring her. Do any of your cats ever do that, Robyn?

I actually rarely sit when I’m on the couch – most of the time I’m laying down as that makes snoozing easier. Every once in a while Miz Poo will settle on the couch behind me if I’m sitting there addressing holiday postcards or whatever, and she’ll gently smack me in the back of the head with her tail, but if I turn around and say “Quit it!”, she’ll stop.

My cats are trained to understand that “Quit it!” means “I AM NOT KIDDING I WILL BEAT YOU IF YOU DON’T STOP IT RIGHT NOW.” Heh.

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I am interested in learning how to can. Do you have any suggestion about what is needed and how to learn how to do it safely?

I highly highly recommend the Ball Blue Book Guide to Preserving. It’s the book I bought when I first started canning, and although the idea of canning seemed really daunting, the Ball guide was easy to understand and takes you through it step by step. Everyone reassured me that it’s not that hard, and they were right!

I highly recommend a canning kit like this one, which will give you all the basic tools (aside from the canners themselves) you need to get started.

For hot bath water canning, you’ll want a hot water bath canner like this (that’s just the first one I saw that will hold quart jars as well as pint jars, so you may want to look around, it’s possible there’s a better bargain out there)(also, that canner says that it’s not recommended for flat-top stoves. I’ve used one with no problems, but be aware that it’s not recommended). If you decide to proceed to pressure canning, you’ll need a pressure canner. I believe that this is the one that we have (yes, they’re very expensive), and I’ve always heard good things about the All American brand pressure canners, but I am certain there are other perfectly good, perhaps less expensive, ones out there.

Suzanne at Chickens in the Road – and her message board – is a great resource when it comes to canning, and the posters on the message board are really great and helpful. Any of the links on this page are worth reading, especially her step-by-step guides How to Can Hot Water Bath Method and How to Can Pressure Method. She’s easy to read, easy to follow, and has plenty of pictures (but not TOO many. She figures you know how to cut your own onion and sprinkle your own salt.)

I also follow – and recommend – Jackie Clay’s blog. She is totally hardcore and amazing, and has forgotten more about canning than I’ll ever know in my entire life.

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Sad to say I have known people who’d probably get it wrong. I used to bake birthday cakes (from a box) for my coworkers, and at least once a month someone would RAVE over it like I had created a new Food Of The Gods, and beg me for the recipe. And I’d say, “It’s just a box mix, [whatever brand].” A few days later they’d be at my desk saying something like, “So I bought a box of that cake mix, and it says to add two eggs – do you cook the eggs first?”

“… No, it’s just the raw egg.”

“Oh, okay! Do I crunch up the shell by hand or does the mixer do that?”

(I have stuck two incidents together, but they’re both true. The second lady wanted tips on how I got the eggshells so “un-crunchy” because even when she used her neighbor’s mixer to mix it up, her cake still had crunchy pieces in it and mine didn’t have any so she figured I must have a special method of crushing the eggshells.)

On the positive side, I love dealing with people like that because you can cook them anything and it’ll be the best (whatever) they’ve ever had. You feel like a goddess. And when they ask for your “secret” you can tell them, “It’s the special way I sprinkle salt in the bowl” and they’ll be none the wiser.

You know, every time I think I know nothing about things that everyone else seems to know everything about (I’d offer an example, but I can’t think of anything at the moment, heh), I read or hear that people don’t know to add eggs to a recipe, and I feel like a genius. I mean, I know not everyone knows everything about cooking – God knows I sure don’t – but wow. That seems like it’s got to be the most basic thing you can do in the kitchen after you’ve mastered opening the refrigerator.

(PS: Once again, Elayne cracks me up!)

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Didn’t you used to have a page that linked to some of your favorite products? I’ve been trying to find those grocery bags that turn into a little ball to stick in your purse but I can’t remember what they were called…I just remember you mentioning them!

I did and… I will again some day! I actually thought that I should have a separate blog for people to go to when they’re trying to remember a product I’ve recommended, but thumbsup.com and thumbs-up.com were taken. So were stuffilike.com and stuffwelike.com. My brain is on vacation and I cannot think of a domain that would be easy to remember and that I’d like. Fred recommended shitweuse.com, but I’m trying to keep it family-friendly. Suggestions? Anyone?

(Those bags are Flip & Tumble bags, y’all, and they are AWESOME.)

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Why is it that most of the other cats don’t get along with Joe Bob again? He seems like a very nice kitty!

Oh, he is SUCH a sweet boy. But for some reason the other cats do not care for Joe Bob. I thought it was just that they’re jerks and bullies, but after some time, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not just all them. Joe Bob is a bit, shall we say, touchy about being looked at by the other cats. Jake (who loves everyone) tried to butt heads with Joe Bob the other day, and you’d think that he’d insulted Joe Bob’s momma. One must not invade Joe Bob’s bubble.

On the other hand, he LOVES me and Fred, adores us, and would love to be doted upon by us 24/7. I guess he’s a people’s cat, not a cat’s cat! He seems pretty happy, in any case.

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I *vehemently* approve of you naming kittens after fictional bikers. Chibs would also be a nice name for a kitten or a cat.

What I love about the Sons naming theme is that there are plenty of names left so that we could have a “Sons v.2” litter! I love the name “Chibs” for a future kitten, and we’ve also got Bobby, Juice, Otto, Unser (heh), Half-Sack (HEE), and so on.

The funny thing is that we already have our Tara – I’ve said since we were about halfway through Season 1 of Sons of Anarchy that if Stinkerbelle were human, she’d be Tara because there’s such a resemblance when they glare. When Tara does her Stinkerbelle look, Fred likes to make me laugh by imitating Stinkerbelle’s meow.

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Any hope of keeping Chuckles and Patty together once they go to Petsmart? They seemed so close early on…I keep hoping someone will swoop in and take them both before they have to go off. That’s my Christmas wish this year!

That’s my Christmas wish as well! We’ll put a note on Chuckles’ and Patty’s cage that it would be nice if they were adopted together (I always love it when sibling kitties get to spend their entire lives together), but it won’t be a dead-set requirement. They’ve proven in the last few months that while they’re close, as long as there’s any other cat who’ll cuddle with them, they’re happy. But fingers crossed that they do go together!

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Robyn, I just read something about cat records and one thing made me think of you:

“Jack & Donna Wright of Kingston, Ontario made their way to the Guinness Book of Records for having 689 cats.”
So you can safely add more permanent residents, don’t you think? 😉

You hush up or I’ll come leave some cats on your doorstep, especially after I found cat pee ON MY COUCH last night. Grrrr!

I wonder how much cat pee Jack and Donna Wright have in their house right now. I bet it’s measurable in the gallons.

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Someday you might find me curled up in your revamped little coop for strays:) Me and Jo Bob just snoozing away.

Joe Bob would LOVE to have his own pet human to cuddle with!!

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Jax may have the flash but, I dunno… that Tig looks like a heart breaker in the making to me.

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I would have to agree. He’s the quiet observer of the bunch, and the sweetest (at least that’s my opinion right now – wait 15 minutes and ask again!) He likes to come sit near me and watch his brothers roughhouse. He also likes to be kissed – he’ll deny it, but the purr don’t lie. I kiss him, and he purrs like mad.

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Love the little flat footed stance of the black and white (don’t know which one) kitten by the food dish. Considering that even with the flat footedness, the back is about level, that means the back legs are extra long? Isn’t that a trait of manx cats? Their taillessness (is that a word?) might be genetic and the reason they don’t have a problem. That’s just conjecture on my part though.. I’ve never had a manx! I understand Manx’s hop when they run, do the little Sons? (any chance of a video if they do? hint hint beg beg!)

It’s a little hard to tell if they’re hoppers, because the room they’re in doesn’t lend itself to much all-out running. It does seem that once they pick up speed, they hop a bit. I’m planning to open the closet this weekend and move the litter boxes in there, so that should give them a little more room to pick up speed. I will, of course, do my best to get videos of them whether they hop or not!

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So on the crinkle thermal cat mat, do you actually line dry it as the instructions say? Will drying it on low heat melt anything inside? I depend on the dryer to get cat hair off fleece beds.

We have an 18-year-old kitty and I think she would really love one of these so thanks for posting the link!

I haven’t actually had to wash them yet (I wash all the cat beds in the house on or around the first of the month whether they need it or not)(they always need it!), but I think what I’ll probably do is dry them on the “air dry” (no heat) setting.

If anyone out there uses the low heat setting to dry these kind of cat beds, would you let us know, please?

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For a while, we had a significant feral population in our neighborhood. One day my husband went into our garage and found quite the collection of squirrel tails (thankfully, he only told me about it and didn’t show me). I never saw any tail-less squirrels running around, so I suspect that they met an unhappy fate.

This reminds me of way back when we first bought this house and after Maxi and Newt had been coming around for a while, Maxi showed up one day with her kittens. After that, she moved the kittens into the garage, and one day I found several squirrel tails in the area under the stairs. Apparently Maxi had been feeding her babies squirrels, and I guess squirrel tails aren’t as tasty as they sound!

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You are SO trendy! Watch this YouTube video on Catvertising:

I love that video so much!

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What are the requirements for adopting from Challenger’s House/your fosters?

Anyone wanting to adopt a Challenger’s House kitten has to fill out an application.The shelter manager checks to be sure the adopter has a regular vet (and checks with the vet as well) and makes sure that if the adopter is in an apartment or rental house, that the lease allows for a cat or cats. There are, of course, other things under consideration. Anyone seriously interested in adopting one (or many!) of my fosters, let me know and I can send an application your way and put you in touch with the shelter manager (or for that matter, you could contact her directly (scroll to the bottom for contact info) with any questions. )

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The Sons are really coming around lately. They’re still a bit nervous when I walk into the room, but when I sit down, they come over and sit around me to be petted. Yesterday, Clay climbed into my lap and sat there and purred.

We are definitely making progress!

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Bath time for Clay.

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Tig, observing his brothers from his hiding space between the litter box and the bucket o’ litter.

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Tig on the scratcher…

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..and fighting with the scratcher.

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I love that you can see Clay’s faint stripes.

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“Hallo, I am beautiful.”

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“What? Just hanging out under the scratcher. Why?”

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Just a little bit pretty. I suppose. If you like that sort of thing.

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Hanging out in the tray with the litter boxes. Hey, you never know when you’re gonna have to go!

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That was intended to be a toy basket, not a Clay basket! (Not that he cares.)

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Opie’s guarding the litter boxes.

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I hope you’re ready for a big ol’ dose of Corbie!

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Snoozing on the thermal cat bed.

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Snoozing in the cat bed on the guest bedroom bed.

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He has huge back feet. He’s part rabbit, apparently.

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“I ignore you, lady.”

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Charlie and Patty think Corbie’s pretty swell, too.

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That’s just too much brown tabby goodness in one place.

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Keeping an eye out.

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Previously
2010: My boobs and I can hardly wait.
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?

12/15/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday

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 … Continue reading “12/15/11 – Crooked Acres Thursday”

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.

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On one of the cards I got when I went to the post office yesterday, Yunlin asked a question that maybe not everyone who reads here knows the answer to: why do we call it Crooked Acres?

It’s a pretty simple answer, actually. This house is 81 years old, and over time, the house has settled, and everything isn’t as square as it was when it was built. It was while we were renovating the house (we spent seven months renovating the house before we moved in, and wasn’t THAT a lot of fun!) that I realized just how crooked some areas of the house are, and I said in frustration “God, everything in this house is crooked. Even the property line isn’t straight. Everything is crooked!”

A minute later, I said “Crooked Acres! That’s what I’m calling this place!”, and it’s stuck ever since.

(If you’re interested, you can see a room by room comparison of the house, before and after, here. The majority of the renovation consisted of painting, putting up molding around the ceilings, and having the floors done.)

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Sights from around Crooked Acres.

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We haven’t decorated for Christmas in three or four years – at least, not in the house, I decorated the front porch a couple of years ago – but I really love Christmas lights, and so this year I bought a small tree to hang on the wall! I need to do something about hiding the cords, and the tree is shaped oddly (needs to be floofed, I think), but walking down the hallway and seeing the reflection of the tree lights in the picture hanging near the front door makes me happy.

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Catie made a set of these, and I love them.

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I was stumped for a tree topper, didn’t like any of the ones in the store, and then I was looking through my ornaments and found this. Cat angel – please, is there anything more perfect for us?

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This is my hands-down favorite ornament of all. I think I bought about 10 of them, several years ago.

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Santa-hat bumblebee.

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Another fisherman-with-lobster ornament.

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Made by a reader. Aren’t they adorable?

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That’s right, a nativity in my house, and lightning did not strike me dead!

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I love this floppy-legged cow. I’m actually not quite sure why it’s considered a Christmas decoration, except that I bought it at Christmas time, and it’s wearing a bright red sweater, so there you go.

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I know these are cheesy, but I just love to turn them on at bedtime and lay and watch the lights change. Don’t judge me.

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Cardinal with a mouth full of seeds.

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Tufted Titmouse.

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Tufted Titmouse and… Sparrow, maybe?

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Sparrows, perhaps.

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Woodpecker.

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Angry Muppet is annoyed. You’d know that if you could see her face.

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The rooster with, as someone so aptly termed it yesterday, the feather leggings. We have other feather-legged chickens, but this guy’s legs are especially feathered.

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The head rooster, on his way to do something important, apparently.

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Chickens love pasta.

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Featherhead.

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Head rooster, keeping an eye on Angry Muppet.

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Chickens are good for taking care of the leftover junk food.

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Panoramic shot of the chickens.

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Zombie hen is purty (as Mary Ellen pointed out, Zombie hen wants graaaaaaaains. Graaaaaains.)

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According to Fred, this is a kestrel. Whatever it is, he was eyeballing the chickens. Edited to add: apparently it’s a Red-tailed Hawk (thanks, Nevermind!)

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(It wasn’t as low as it looks in this picture. I had the long lens aimed at it.)

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No chickens for you, Mister Kestrel Red-tailed Hawk!

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We put straw in and around the cat house in the back yard. The cats weren’t sure what they thought about it at first, but if you look closely, you’ll see Tom Cullen’s green eyes peering out from the back of the cat house.

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OldCat has an interesting post up about tails, go check it out here.

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Finally, a shot of all four of them! That’s Clay in the front, and of course y’all know the gorgeous Jax. Next to Jax is Opie, and in the scratcher is Tig.

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I don’t know what’s going on over there, but Opie clearly finds it interesting.

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Tig gives us his smoldering look.

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The gorgeous Jax with water on his chin.

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Opie (front) and Tig (glaring in the background).

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His eyes have mostly changed, but I love that you can still see just a bit of blue around the edges.

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Joe Bob is a shoe hoarder, obviously.

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“What? I’ve got four feet. I need a lot of shoes!”

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Previously
2010: “My nose is dirty and I DON’T LIKE IT.”
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!)

12/14/11 – Duck Wednesday!

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 … Continue reading “12/14/11 – Duck Wednesday!”

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.

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Remember Lily, the kitten I mentioned a few weeks ago who had been found, injured, and it was found that she’d been shot? Her owners needed to raise money to pay the vet bill, and a lot of people stepped up and helped.

Well, go read about how Lily is doing now (it’s good news!) and watch the short video of her. She’s doing well, and I think she knows just how lucky she was to be found by her new Mom and Dad.

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Today, I share duck pictures with you. I got a series of really good pictures, and I was going to share them on Thursday along with other Crooked Acres pictures, but I have a ton of those to share for tomorrow, so today I give you ducks!

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We start with the ducks, standing around looking confused (this is their natural state).

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Then they decide to go for a swim.

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One goes in…

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Then another…

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Then a girl duck.

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“Sorry, number 4, no room in the pool for you!”

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Number 4 takes refuge in a water bowl.

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Splishity-splash.

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Splashity-splish.

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“Ahem.”

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::flapflapflapflap::

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::foldfoldfoldfold::

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::splashsplashsplashsplash::

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::FLOOP::

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::FLEWP::

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“I’M FLYING! IIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M FLYYYYYYYYYING!”
“RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIVES!”

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“I’M FLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYING!”

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::skid::

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“What was THAT?”
“Dude, did you see me? I was flying!”

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“I was like, I’m flying! I’m flying! and you were like Run for your lives! He’ll kill us all!
“NO, you were like I’m a great big dork and I’m flying! and I was like Run! RUN!

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“Now, how the heck did I do that, again….?”

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Patty Peppers keeps an eye on things.

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Someone has to!

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I love her stripes.

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All four of the Sons are actually in this picture. You just can’t see Jax because he’s way in the background, by the blue cat tree.

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This is the best room in the house for kittens. The sun comes through those windows in the afternoon, and it warms up nicely.

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Clay would like you to know that that purple and blue teaser is HIS.

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Under the scratcher is Opie’s favorite place to hide (and hang out). That makes it easier to catch him when I need to (shhh, don’t tell him!)

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Another tailless behind. So CUTE.

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Stinkerbelle, hanging out in the guest bedroom.

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She sure is a pretty girl.

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Previously
2010: Fucking jesus christ almighty fucking fucking FUCK.
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.

12/13/11 – Tuesday

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 … Continue reading “12/13/11 – Tuesday”

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.

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Glenda mentioned in my comments yesterday that she’d tried – and really liked The Pioneer Woman’s Restaurant Style Salsa, which reminded me of something I’ve been meaning to mention to y’all.

Back in the late part of Summer/ early Fall, I made and canned a big batch of this salsa, right here. And yes, I used canned tomatoes and not fresh tomatoes, because despite the 6,000 tomato plants I planted in the garden this summer, I never ended up with enough tomatoes to use to make salsa.

I made salsa using that recipe, using canned tomatoes, and when everything but the hot peppers had been added, I divided the salsa into two, and I made a batch of “hot” using, I think, habanero peppers. And in the other half I may have added one or two jalapenos. Then I labeled the habanero batch as “hot” and the jalapeno batch as “mild” and I canned them.

And Fred pronounced it the best salsa I’ve ever made. He said it’s so good that even though the mild stuff is, well, mild and although he usually turns his nose up at mild stuff, he’s been eating the mild salsa because he says even the mild version is awesome as hell.

So in case you’re looking for an easy and tasty salsa to make and can, thereyago.

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Yesterday, I glanced in my Search Meter to see what people had been searching on recently, and found that there had been several recent searches where people were clearly looking for the link where I got the cat hammocks.

They’re technically called “Ham-Micks”, and you can get ’em here.

They’re a big hit with our cats – we’ve got three of them, one in the computer room, one in the front room, and one in my bedroom, and they all get a lot of use. Cats of all sizes (from Patty Peppers to Elwood) use and love them. We highly recommend the Ham-Micks!

Other searches were for “cat pee cleaner” – you’re probably looking for Nose Offense or you’re looking for the make-it-yourself stuff, which is 16 oz. hydrogen peroxide, 1 T baking soda, 1 tsp dishwashing liquid, mix it up, soak the offending item with the mixture, and let it dry.

“Cat fountain” – we use and like the Cat Mate, but I am looking at this Cat-It fountain because it’s so inexpensive and has really good reviews and I can never be satisfied with what I already have (and to be honest, the cats are kind of ignoring the Cat Mate lately for some reason.)

“Outside Momma theme song”. Well, if I MUST share it!

That video has been viewed about 600 times, and probably 575 of those were mine. Cracks me up EVERY TIME.

“Diabetus.” Yes, Kara strongly resembles Wilford Brimley. The older she gets, the more she looks like him.

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The Sons are coming around, slowly but surely. They’re less flinchy, and now when I walk into the room and sit down on the floor, they come over and sit near me and look up at me. They even let me pet them, though they’re not sure whether they like it or not. Tig’s the holdout and prefers to watch from a distance, but I can feel his resolve cracking when he sees Clay flop over onto his back for a belly rub.

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Considering coming over for some petting.

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The little tailless behinds are just the cutest things ever.

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Gorgeous.

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“Hey! Lady! You come here and pet me!”

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Jax in the sun. (Gorgeous.)

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Tig, keeping an eye on me from afar.

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Gorgeous. I probably hadn’t mentioned that.

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Charlie Peppers will snuggle with anyone or anything. In a pinch, some socks make a perfectly fine body pillow for the boy.

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Don’t you just love his sweet little face?

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Elwood the grump.

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Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

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You don’t see a lot of cats with double chins.

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Ellie-bellz.

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Previously
2010: Somewhere, Roger Ebert is covering his eyes in horror.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: The vet tech said that Stinkerbelle was a beautiful cat, and I could see Fred’s ego swell to twice its size.
2006: I think we’re making progress.
2005: It’s hard to resist a chunky little orange kitty.
2004: (I’m not that much of an asshole. But it sure is fun to imagine!)
2003: Yet another meme.
2002: But I’ll say this – if your kitten is suffering from anal leakage, y’all, TAKE IT TO THE VET.
2001: No entry.
2000: “Why does it smell lemony fresh down here?”
1999: Martha Stewart would take one look at my tree and sob loudly, I’m sure.

12/12/11 – Monday

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 … Continue reading “12/12/11 – Monday”

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.

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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.

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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.

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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!)

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Charlie loves his sister.

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She’s so warm.

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He likes to hug her like a big ol’ body pillow.

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And she seems to be okay with that.

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Clay is a tiny bit of a hellion.

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He likes to show that scratcher just who the boss is ’round here. (Hint: it’s not the scratcher.)

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“Who, meeeee?”

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Tig, keeping watch from the top of the little cat tree.

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Jax cannot stand how beautiful he is.

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Jax keeps an eye on Clay. JUST LIKE IN THE SERIES. This cannot end well for Clay.

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Opie on the big cat tree. “You go ‘way, lady.”

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Just a little bit gorgeous, that Jax.

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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:

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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…