I’ve been craving apple pie and have been meaning to make one for weeks. I was finally motivated, so today was Pie Day. I’m working on some vegetable soup, too.
Month: December 2009
Bad Kittens
I was surprised that Polly climbed into the dishwasher. Neither of the cats are very interested in what goes on in the kitchen. I don’t think they’ve ever gotten up on the table or cupboards, and they have absolutely no interest in people food. Polly did seem curious about the squash bits on the potato masher, but she didn’t try to taste them.
On the other hand, they are not the least bit shy about stealing the dog’s bed. Again. I’ve pretty much given up on Harriet having her own bed, because since the kittens arrived, she hasn’t been able to sleep in it. Poor puppy.
Belt of Venus
It was snowing when I left for work, but even in the pre-dawn dark, I could see the clouds breaking up. By the time the sun rose, the sky was mostly clear. Clear skies are nice, but they also mean cold weather. It was 11F when I got to work. Don’t know what the wind chill was, but it was cold.
Itty Bitty Jumping Spider
And I do mean itty bitty. He was about 3mm long. I thought it was a gnat at first, the way he was hopping around on my desk. Nope, just a very, very small, very, very bouncy spider.
The Blustery Day
I love that you can hear the sparrows cheeping over the sound of the wind.
Bookshelf
I’m home today. I got Teh Hamthrax vaccine on Monday evening and started to feel like crap yesterday. This is why I never get flu shots. I always feel yucky for a day or two afterward, so I’d rather gamble on not getting the flu than take the guaranteed option of getting the shot and feeling tired and achy. I decided not to take chances with H1N1 though, because the potential secondary infections scare the crap out of me.
So here I sit, harassed by kittens and too unmotivated to even watch TV. I did take a picture, though!
Thoughts
An old friend emailed me this morning, complaining that her husband was laid off and is sitting at home, refusing to apply for jobs. She’s filling out and turning in applications for him. My first reaction was, “How nice that a grown-ass adult found a mommy to take care of him!” Her response was, “What do you expect, he’s a MAN!” Huh.
Now, she is about the least feminist woman on the planet, and she would be the first to say so. What struck me as funny is that feminists are supposedly the ones who hate men, and yet, here is a not-at-all feminist denigrating all men for being children, when I–the feminist–am telling her, “No, it’s not all men. Your husband is a spoiled baby, and you are enabling him. But that’s not the way men behave. It’s the way this man behaves, and he does so because you aid and abet him.”
And I’m the man-hater?
More Family-Facebook Weirdness
Courtesy of Facebook, again. I just got a message from my little sister. As in, the one I’ve never met. I guess she found my brother, and through him, found me. Not like I’m hard to find, because my name sticks out like a sore thumb. Hers, though, has changed, because she’s been married. I wouldn’t have been able to find her, no matter how hard I tried.
Anyway, the whole “What do I say to someone I’m related to but have never met” problem rears its perplexed head yet again. I’m not complaining! It’s just strange and awkward to have to think about something that other people get to take for granted.
Queen of Pillows
There was a post recently on Bad Rap’s blog about things you can do to make life easier for senior dogs. One of the things they recommended was acclimating young dogs to sleeping on comfy surfaces, instead of waiting until they are old, arthritic, and getting pressure sores from sleeping on hard floors. That will not be a problem for Miss Brown! She has never met a soft, squishy bed she didn’t like. The only time she deigns to lie on the floor is when she’s eating something or it’s hot and she’s trying to cool off. Or if she’s outside, sun bathing. And even then, I’m sure Herself would be delighted to have me drag a bed out there for Her Highness.
Valiant Sweet William
Chilly Willy might be more appropriate. The poor little guy survived at least two hard frosts and was drooping from the cold.
In other news, I ordered jeans from two different vendors, both via Amazon. Vendor 1’s package was delivered just a few days after ordering. Vendor 2’s package has yet to arrive, despite the fact that I placed the order on 11/23. That’s kind of ridiculous, I think.
red paper boat 