Receipt is Acknowledged.

Sweetie is still employed, although the company is so new that they have no refrigerator or microwave, and he thought it prudent to bring in a roll of toilet paper when he didn't see a reserve supply.

Yesterday, they handed him a beverage cooler with two outlets in it, and told him to install them. "Where? And to what wires? I can do wiring, but I need wires first."

He seems to be thriving in that environment, though, and I am likewise doing quite well. Imagine my Enormous Grin.

What I love best about him working is the quiet here in the house. (Well, the money is technically in first place.) Not silence, because there is that mockingbird on the chimney, a little traffic noise, the roosters, high flying jets, the breeze rustling the brittle leaves, a distant dog barking, the indoor rabbits licking their water bottles, and the electric hum that seems to always always in my head. But it is quiet.

My body and my brain are happy.

Like Knitting Linguist wrote in comments, How can I miss you if you never leave?

I am not to the point yet of missing him, but that will come with time.

Not For Ophthalmic Use.

Fabulous Monday!

As much as loved having Sweetie home after he was fired at the end of April? I love it, and him, more now that he is back working at a real live job. First shift? I don't care. I actually am a morning person, and I like going to bed early.

Already today, this morning, I have done more than in the past week. Also? I can drive and take pictures for my other blog.

I am so happy! Plus, we now get a weekly paycheck. Which is important, because we cannot count on his getting back unemployment compensation, no matter how good his case. It is the judge's call, and the hearing isn't until October 21st. Rat bastards.

I have updated my stuff to read sidebar, and I steal this from Bizzaro Blog, my new favorite read feed.

Here are a few of my followers. Thank you all.




And, this this sweet thing, too.

Your Home Town Agent

I am of an age that I took Home Economics in seventh and eighth grades. My teachers pretty much hated me because I was such a bored wise ass and I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

One of the things that we girls (there were only girls in Home Ec back then,) were taught was Egg Safety which mostly consisted of breaking each egg separately into a cup before adding to the recipe. I thought it was the stupidest, most time wasting thing I had ever heard of. Eggs came from the store, and they were never bad. Jeesh.

Now, I have chickens. Five hens that mostly lay their eggs in the chicken tractor/coop and I collect them daily. (Thank you, hens!)

I finally got around to weed whacking today, since Sweetie hasn't had the time, (ahem) and I found a cache of seventeen large brown eggs from my two big girls. I had no idea how old they were, but I was loathe to just throw them out. I mean, seventeen eggs! Really. A shame to waste all that protein.

But were they still good? That was when that 1971 home ec lesson came home to roost, so to speak. I cracked open the oldest looking ones, the ones that had been at the bottom of the pile, one by one into a little cup. And they were all good.

My apologies to those hateful teachers. Even a blind nut finds a squirrel once in awhile.

We are eating a late lunch of eggs today.

Handle With Care

Look at that little baby! So tiny! So fuzzy! So cute!

And the bunny isn't bad looking, either.

May Cause Spasms in Legs.

It's Good News Thursday!

First, I discovered seven baby bunnies outside - seven tiny and fluffy bits of loveliness that seem to have both angora genes from Steve and dwarf genes from Smoky via Claudia. I captured them, way way too easily, and will keep them safe inside for three or four weeks. Right now, they are bite sized snacks for any and all predators. Bunny McNuggets. They are so absolutely adorable.

And Sweetie? He got himself a JOB and he starts Monday! It seems to be a good job, too, doing the maintenance mechanic thing at a paper recycling company in Louisville. At a pay scale of about what he had been making, and, with insurance. Yippee and Yay! Fuzzarelly gets her house back!

I picked up three adult angora bunnies from Brigitte Guffey yesterday, who is downsizing her animal operation in order to focus more on the fiber mill. She and her husband John will have a booth at the Southern Indiana FiberArts Festival October 16 and 17.

Finally, and I do mean finally, at long last, our Evil Renter has moved out. Court date was yesterday, and I have to say that I really respect and love our Judge Davis. The room was packed with people, but he methodically went through every case and got to the heart of each one in record time. He didn't put up with bullshit from anybody, and with evictions? There is a lot of bullshit flung about. Our case was heard, Evil Renter was there, facts were stated and so the judge asked if both parties would settle and call it even. We said we would, but the Evil Renter said no, he wanted to fight us. The judge was taken aback, but whatever, another court date was set for November to thrash it out.

And I just got an order from The Woolery for more Bunny & The Beast!

No refridgaration needed.

It was almost funny. I arrived home this afternoon with three new bunnies and the doors were unusually locked! At my house! I know, as if I lived in the city or something. Front doors and back doors, all.

My key? Inside the house.

I did what I usually do; broke in through the front window. Nothing broken, actually, but just a bit of work with a screwdriver.

Don't tell anybody about this trick, though.

And now ---CHICKENS!

Employment Opportunities

The 8th annual Blogger Boobie-Thon will be October 1-7, which is only a week away! October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and the Boobie-Thon kicks it off in with a bang. Bloggers from all over send in picture of their boobs (and you can submit yours now). Then during the Boobie-Thon, everyone is invited to look at them! The dressed breasts will be on the front page, and for $50, you can see bare blogger boobs. Of course, the money is important, as it goes to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation, with the exception of $359 which goes to a blogger in need. If it’s not worth $50 to save lives, maybe it will be worth that much to see your favorite blogger’s boobs in the buff. Of course, if you are so inspired, you can send in a smaller -or larger- amount. So take a picture of your breasts, and remember your face won’t be shown, so you can be as free or creative as you like, send it in and tell everyone about the Boobiethon!