These two videos cracker me up. Sock Zombie and
Sock Zombie II
Also. TWO banty eggs today! That makes five!
Fuzzarelly is Back
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Patent Pending
Oh, sweet mother of the freakin' universe.
Okay, so I know there are asswipes everywhere, and especially in New York City. I know that moving away from certain asswipes only means moving towards other ones. But, damn it.
Imagine me, a few minutes ago, in my front yard, seeing a minivan slow down to avoid creaming certain dumb bunnies that still have not learned that playing in the road is deadly dangerous. Most people are so cool. Really. They love the bunnies, watch them and look out for them. Anyway, I said "Thank you for not running over the bunnies!" Then I realized who it was when he said, "Better keep the damn things out of the road!"
Oh, thank you, Meredith Coffey, you bastard. You man that has never had One. Civil. Thing. to say to me ever since I moved here fifteen years ago. Thank you and your two friends, John Turner and Maurice Roby, for making my life so pleasant living in this small community. Thank you for rutting my yard, stalking me, and for raising harassment to new heights. Thanks for helping with the nervous breakdown! I guess it makes you feel like real macho men, doesn't it, to mess with a woman, by herself. You all all don't mess with Sweetie, do you? (Well, John Turner, you did, and you are now under a restraining order to keep the fuck away from us both.)
Anyway.
Sweetie and I came to the understanding yesterday, even before this latest event, that we are going to move away fromThe Village of the Damned, um, Lovely Laconia sometime. Maybe sooner, (hopehopehope,) or later.
He is looking for jobs all over the country. As soon as we can swing it, we are going to be long gone from here.
One good thing? Three banty eggs in three days!!!
Okay, so I know there are asswipes everywhere, and especially in New York City. I know that moving away from certain asswipes only means moving towards other ones. But, damn it.
Imagine me, a few minutes ago, in my front yard, seeing a minivan slow down to avoid creaming certain dumb bunnies that still have not learned that playing in the road is deadly dangerous. Most people are so cool. Really. They love the bunnies, watch them and look out for them. Anyway, I said "Thank you for not running over the bunnies!" Then I realized who it was when he said, "Better keep the damn things out of the road!"
Oh, thank you, Meredith Coffey, you bastard. You man that has never had One. Civil. Thing. to say to me ever since I moved here fifteen years ago. Thank you and your two friends, John Turner and Maurice Roby, for making my life so pleasant living in this small community. Thank you for rutting my yard, stalking me, and for raising harassment to new heights. Thanks for helping with the nervous breakdown! I guess it makes you feel like real macho men, doesn't it, to mess with a woman, by herself. You all all don't mess with Sweetie, do you? (Well, John Turner, you did, and you are now under a restraining order to keep the fuck away from us both.)
Anyway.
Sweetie and I came to the understanding yesterday, even before this latest event, that we are going to move away from
He is looking for jobs all over the country. As soon as we can swing it, we are going to be long gone from here.
One good thing? Three banty eggs in three days!!!
Final Notice.
Ill gotten gains:
From a farmer's field. We will eat tonight.
Also, a shot of our neighbor, Sharmeila. who was adopted from India, by a local couple, when she a baby. I gave her a few sunflowers.
From a farmer's field. We will eat tonight.
Also, a shot of our neighbor, Sharmeila. who was adopted from India, by a local couple, when she a baby. I gave her a few sunflowers.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Enjoy Responsibly
So.
I haven't written about making butter. I did. I made butter a couple of weeks ago and it was so easy! Rly.
I began with a pint of cream. I think it was a pint. Maybe it wasn't. It was one of those small waxed cardboard containers like we used to have in grade school. I let it sit out, at room temp, for at least 12 hours. Then I shook it. And shook it. And shook it hard for three minutes or more.
In the end, after pouring of the buttermilk and other stuff, I had real honest to universe butter. And it was good.
Here is the video I followed.
Otherwise. Well, I have an order from The Woolery for three pounds of Fuzzy Nuggets and have been working on that this week. It still takes me a week to create that much. And I would like to get more Fuzzy Stuff made for Susan at the Spinning Bunny.
Sweetie and I are arranging matters concerning his 401k. Rolling over and all that. And getting enough out of it to live on for a few more months, if need be. He invested well, and has not lost money in spite of all the stock market upheaval. Yay, us. But he wants to get it into some sort of FDIC account.
The little garden I planted is beginning to yield fruit. Think I will have about ten jillion little yellow tomatoes, (tommy-toes, as my Pap called them,) by years end, which is great because they are so small and sweet. There are baby zucchinis, at last, which should be grown up zucchinis in three or four days. Still waiting for the all of the other tomatoes. The sunflowers are magnificent. Cut five stems to bring inside this morning, and they still follow the sun even as cut flowers in the window.
I haven't written about making butter. I did. I made butter a couple of weeks ago and it was so easy! Rly.
I began with a pint of cream. I think it was a pint. Maybe it wasn't. It was one of those small waxed cardboard containers like we used to have in grade school. I let it sit out, at room temp, for at least 12 hours. Then I shook it. And shook it. And shook it hard for three minutes or more.
In the end, after pouring of the buttermilk and other stuff, I had real honest to universe butter. And it was good.
Here is the video I followed.
Otherwise. Well, I have an order from The Woolery for three pounds of Fuzzy Nuggets and have been working on that this week. It still takes me a week to create that much. And I would like to get more Fuzzy Stuff made for Susan at the Spinning Bunny.
Sweetie and I are arranging matters concerning his 401k. Rolling over and all that. And getting enough out of it to live on for a few more months, if need be. He invested well, and has not lost money in spite of all the stock market upheaval. Yay, us. But he wants to get it into some sort of FDIC account.
The little garden I planted is beginning to yield fruit. Think I will have about ten jillion little yellow tomatoes, (tommy-toes, as my Pap called them,) by years end, which is great because they are so small and sweet. There are baby zucchinis, at last, which should be grown up zucchinis in three or four days. Still waiting for the all of the other tomatoes. The sunflowers are magnificent. Cut five stems to bring inside this morning, and they still follow the sun even as cut flowers in the window.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The Magazine for Website Success
I woke up at five this morning; even before the roosters. I found poor Ramsey dead. Since she still had some mobility, I was half hopeful that she would have become an invalid indoor bunny. She does leave an enormous legacy of descendants outside.
Bless her poor heart. I will miss her.
In other news, my Bunny & the Beast was mentioned by someone on Ravelry. If you do not have a Ravelry account, the link probably won't work.
But if you do have a Ravelry ID, then why not flashmob her comments with nice things about me and my stuff? I could use a lift, and a little buzz.
Susan at The Spinning Bunny just sent me money for several batts of mine that sold. She has been a real and true friend. I will be sending her more of my stuff in the next week or so.
The money was a welcome thing, as Sweetie's unemployment claim has yet to have a hearing, and our funds are dwindling fast. His friend, with whom he was going to work, was hospitalized with pneumonia and is still feeling puny. Sweetie has been actively looking for work, but things are just slow here. Things are probably slow everywhere.
On the knitting front, I finished the second little cloche hat yesterday. It's made out of different bits of leftovers, some Fuzzy Nuggets and some Bunny & The Beast. I have even written up the pattern. Not for the purple and green, but for a plain knit. For the one pictured here, I just "wanged it" as I went along.
Bless her poor heart. I will miss her.
In other news, my Bunny & the Beast was mentioned by someone on Ravelry. If you do not have a Ravelry account, the link probably won't work.
But if you do have a Ravelry ID, then why not flashmob her comments with nice things about me and my stuff? I could use a lift, and a little buzz.
Susan at The Spinning Bunny just sent me money for several batts of mine that sold. She has been a real and true friend. I will be sending her more of my stuff in the next week or so.
The money was a welcome thing, as Sweetie's unemployment claim has yet to have a hearing, and our funds are dwindling fast. His friend, with whom he was going to work, was hospitalized with pneumonia and is still feeling puny. Sweetie has been actively looking for work, but things are just slow here. Things are probably slow everywhere.
On the knitting front, I finished the second little cloche hat yesterday. It's made out of different bits of leftovers, some Fuzzy Nuggets and some Bunny & The Beast. I have even written up the pattern. Not for the purple and green, but for a plain knit. For the one pictured here, I just "wanged it" as I went along.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Rated to 100 psi
Finally, the indoor plumbing is FMC; Full Mission Capable. Yay, us! When Sweetie completed the last coupling adjustment yesterday morning, I immediately washed dishes and did three loads o' laundry. Plus, we showered. Oh Happy Happy Joy Joy!!
Of course, the yard and driveway are a mess, and the line to the barn is only half complete. But do I care? We folks in America, most of us, are so rich with running water that we don't even know it. Can you imagine walking miles in order to haul water home in order to do ordinary cooking, etc? Half the world's population, or more, does not have reasonable access to clean water. Think about that the next time you let the tap run when you are brushing your teeth.
This house that we live in was built to use cistern water, since the wells in town mostly found sulphur water. There are springs, one is just across the street. That is why Laconia, Indiana is where it is. Fresh and clean water.
Our so called 'city water' was put in about 25-30 years ago. Before that, folks had wells or cisterns, or trucked in water. Everyone had an outhouse.
On the bunny front, I found Ramsey (who was saved from being python food as a baby, and I took her in what? three years ago?) almost dead yesterday under the apple tree. It was as if she had given up and was preparing to die. What happened to her, I do not know, but her back is broken. At the time, I was sad to have found her at all, because it meant that I had to take her in and help her in whatever way I could. If she had gone off to somewhere more secluded, she would have just "gone missing."
But I found her, soaked from the dew, dirty from digging, and paralyzed in the hind quarters. And so brought her inside to be cleaned and dried. Fed her a carrot which she scarfed up, and then she drank about a quart of water. She perked up. Holding her in my lap, she moved one of her hind legs! On the floor, she is able to scoot along. She is eating & drinking, pooping & peeing so I am encouraged that she can survive this, too.
Of course, the yard and driveway are a mess, and the line to the barn is only half complete. But do I care? We folks in America, most of us, are so rich with running water that we don't even know it. Can you imagine walking miles in order to haul water home in order to do ordinary cooking, etc? Half the world's population, or more, does not have reasonable access to clean water. Think about that the next time you let the tap run when you are brushing your teeth.
This house that we live in was built to use cistern water, since the wells in town mostly found sulphur water. There are springs, one is just across the street. That is why Laconia, Indiana is where it is. Fresh and clean water.
Our so called 'city water' was put in about 25-30 years ago. Before that, folks had wells or cisterns, or trucked in water. Everyone had an outhouse.
On the bunny front, I found Ramsey (who was saved from being python food as a baby, and I took her in what? three years ago?) almost dead yesterday under the apple tree. It was as if she had given up and was preparing to die. What happened to her, I do not know, but her back is broken. At the time, I was sad to have found her at all, because it meant that I had to take her in and help her in whatever way I could. If she had gone off to somewhere more secluded, she would have just "gone missing."
But I found her, soaked from the dew, dirty from digging, and paralyzed in the hind quarters. And so brought her inside to be cleaned and dried. Fed her a carrot which she scarfed up, and then she drank about a quart of water. She perked up. Holding her in my lap, she moved one of her hind legs! On the floor, she is able to scoot along. She is eating & drinking, pooping & peeing so I am encouraged that she can survive this, too.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Guaranteed to Never Go Up
So.
It is Wednesday night and we still don't have running water. Sweetie and our renter (who owes us a lot of back rent,) are working on it even as I type, so maybe if the rain holds off for a few more hours, maybe, maybe, maybe it will be done. Tonight.
I'm not holding my breath.
Sweetie just now reported on their progress. The Town Drunk and the Village Idiot both came by to tell them that they were doing it wrong. Because, you know, they know so much and are ever eager to share. My job is to come out with the pistol if they show up again.
I finished knitting the little hat I was working on. This is Lezlie modeling.
(Isn't she a pretty six year old? She's smart, too.) I am knitting another hat, basically the same, but with some tweaking. Then, finally, I will spin some of my Fuzzy Nuggets and knit another, in order for The Woolery to have the pattern and a sample for their showroom. It will also then become one of my "free with purchase" patterns, as it can be made from only one ounce of Fuzzarelly Fibers. This has been fun to work on, as I am taking the ubiquitous cloche hat, or watch cap, and making it my own.
This is Autumn, Lezlie's aunt. Autumn is almost four, going on 20.
And now, Linx!!!
Russian Jedi Skater.
Rowlf on the old Jimmie Dean Show.
It is Wednesday night and we still don't have running water. Sweetie and our renter (who owes us a lot of back rent,) are working on it even as I type, so maybe if the rain holds off for a few more hours, maybe, maybe, maybe it will be done. Tonight.
I'm not holding my breath.
Sweetie just now reported on their progress. The Town Drunk and the Village Idiot both came by to tell them that they were doing it wrong. Because, you know, they know so much and are ever eager to share. My job is to come out with the pistol if they show up again.
I finished knitting the little hat I was working on. This is Lezlie modeling.
(Isn't she a pretty six year old? She's smart, too.) I am knitting another hat, basically the same, but with some tweaking. Then, finally, I will spin some of my Fuzzy Nuggets and knit another, in order for The Woolery to have the pattern and a sample for their showroom. It will also then become one of my "free with purchase" patterns, as it can be made from only one ounce of Fuzzarelly Fibers. This has been fun to work on, as I am taking the ubiquitous cloche hat, or watch cap, and making it my own.
This is Autumn, Lezlie's aunt. Autumn is almost four, going on 20.
And now, Linx!!!
Russian Jedi Skater.
Rowlf on the old Jimmie Dean Show.
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