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Or recipes?

I really can't complain about Hubby; he's a stickler for wanting a recipe to follow if he's making a new dish. He might play with it a bit to get it to taste the way he wants, especially after he's made it a couple of times, but he does use recipes.

I wish Boy #1 had his father's habit. He offered to make frosting for the chocolate cupcakes I baked last night. Used up a WHOLE BAG of confectioner's sugar, milk, and vanilla, and was ready to use more sugar before I stepped in. He was mixing this big bowl full of wet, vanilla-flavored goo and telling me what he'd done when I up and asked, "What about shortening?"

D'oh! And this is the kid who's taken Family and Consumer Science three times in the past two years!

Took two and a half sticks of margarine to stiffen up the concoction to where it could actually be called frosting (and I'd have added Crisco to stiffen it some more as well -- if we'd had any). I've got more than I know what to do with, both vanilla and chocolate as the Girl had wanted chocolate frosting on the  cupcakes. I figure I'll be making a nice 9 x 13 cake - or two - just to use it up!

If he'd only had used a recipe!!

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Several weeks ago, I was walking Lacey down the driveway when I noticed the remains of something that had once been living in the leaves by the side of the drive. The remains consisted of some odd bits... and a hunk of flesh with a light gray furred tail attached. To me it was obvious that - whatever it was - it had been caught and eaten by our cats, most likely Ink Jet and Cotton.

The tail was far too big to be a rat's (I hoped) and there was too much fur on it as well. I hoped it wasn't a kitten, but I didn't think our cats - particularly Cotton - would eat their own kind. So, I settled on it likely being a juvenile possum, this being the time of year that baby possums are sent off into the world by their mothers.

The Girl, once she had examined what was left of the tail (which was less than I'd seen), didn't agree. She thought it might have been a baby squirrel or something... until tonight.

She came in from her nightly walk and asked me to guess what she'd seen waddling across the front lawn and around the side of the house. The answer: a possum. I asked her how big, and she described something far larger than a juvenile! She conceded that what the cats had caught and devoured was very likely what her ol' Mom said it was.

Of course, this put me in mind of our first encounter with a possum, one that felt free enough to come inside and explore the house! I wrote that one up as a piece of creative non-fiction, and you can find it
here. I just hope this isn't the same one come back for another visit! I did put chicken wire across the holes, but not all the way up... it would be possible for a very determined possum to get inside. If it does, I'll let you know!

Hair color

Aug. 22nd, 2007 11:55 pm
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Yeah, I colored my hair again today. I'd been procrastinating and procrastinating but finally bit the bullet and did it while the kids were at school. (Just remembered: FlyLady called Wednesday anti-procrastination day! Maybe I subconsciously kept something from her website!)

The color is a mahogany red-brown, and it looks... okay. I think it's more of a two-toned effect, with more red tones from the ears up and a much darker color from the ears down. That's most likely because I usually have my hair cut before I color, getting rid of all the old color except near the tips and leaving the rest virgin, unaltered dark brown and silver (lots more silver every day... cries....). But since the Girl's comment about my last haircut making me look like my mother, no scissors have touched my mane, and it's grown quite long. The top layer now reaches the base of my skull in the back. And, of course, all the old color is still there, and that creates the two-toned effect - that I see, anyway. The kids aren't squawking about the color like they usually do. Perhaps in the light of the morning they'll make more of a fuss. Hubby had to actually look at me to see the difference - my hints about using a good chunk of planned time in the bathroom - with Lacey exploring the room for the first time - didn't get through.

Well, at least I no longer look like my grandmother...
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Uh, yeah.

Today we got a new member of the family....

Her name is Lacey. 

She's about  6 weeks old, has a golden brown coat with white boots and a white muzzle. She has a white  "collar" and a white tip on her tail, and right now she's sleeping on a bed of newspaper in a clear plastic box. 

We're not exactly prepared for her. 

It used to be that you'd go to the shelter, adopt a pet, and have to wait a day or two while they spayed or neutered the dog/cat. Not anymore. Now they spay and neuter when they come in, I think. So, though I expected to adopt today and pick our choice of animal up tomorrow or Friday, she came home with us today.

We named her Lacey because she was playing with my shoelaces in the bonding room.

Oh, and in case you haven't figured it out yet, Lacey is a D-O-G.

Boy #2 is in heaven! 

Yeah, we're crazy in love...

well, except for the cats....
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her name is penny... can you guess why?

the neighbors brought a kitten to us today. they found her in the wheelwell of a car across the street. they were going away for a few hours and asked if we could watch her for a bit. i was under the impression they were going to keep her, but this turned out not to be the case.

she is a sweet little one. very vocal, very unafraid of humans, and not at all skittish. i have no idea how old she is but she's eating solid food and drinking water. she's got a high-pitched mew and a loud purr. her fur is medium-long and mottled patches of light gray and peach, with a few peach stripes on her mostly white legs. her tail is the funniest part: it's half a tail, and stubby.

unfortunately, with 4 adult cats and a puppy on the horizon, we really can't keep her. so she'll be going to the humane society as soon as we can take her... unless the hubby relents and tells us we can keep her... (which would please the girl and i very much).

Penny has shifted positions to the back of my neck... silly thing.... and I can type with both hands now. Don't know how long it'll last before she comes down to sleep in the crook of my arm. I just wanted a record of her time with us. (And I'll let you know if she becomes part of the family, grumpy.)

Here are some pictures:

sitting in the girl's lap, you can see the stubby tail

Uh, yeah, that's me and Penny

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Tonight was the awards ceremony for Boy #2. Only the "big" awards were given out; smaller ones, like perfect attendance, will be given out next week (on the last day of school).

Let's see what he came home with:

Trophy and certificate for Principal's Honor Roll (All As, all year)

"Oscar" trophy and framed picture for his role in Annie, Jr. (He played Sandy and President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.)

Medallion, framed certificate and $15 gift card to Barnes and Noble for participating in "Battle of the Books" -- the school's first team; they made it to the second round and were eliminated by one point in overtime.

Ribbon and Certificates from Northwest Council PTA - he took second place for Musical Composition in their "Reflections" competition.

Certificate for 3rd place in the fifth grade spelling bee.

Certificate for "Excellence in Visual Arts"

Certificate for "The Superb Scientist Award"

Yeah, he made out like a bandit, and deserves every single one.

Unfortunately, I had to leave before it was over to pick up Boy #1, who was a juror in the only two cases that came before Lakeview's Youth Court this school year. I think, though, that the only thing I missed was the science award.

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I hate homework. Not housework, though that's a subject in itself. Homework. Like the homework that my kids bring home from school.

Now the Girl is pretty self-motivated. She'll get her work done in a timely fashion. And Boy #1 knows what he's supposed to do. But Boy #2? Different story entirely.

Yesterday, once we got home, they all had a snack. The Girl buckled down to get her work done. But the boys decided to play and wrestle, until I yelled at them to get their homework going. Boy #1 did his work, no problem. But Boy #2 pulled a newspaper out of his backpack and started looking for his spelling words in it. Fine, I thought. But it seemed to be taking a long time to get it done and when I looked at the homework list for the week, I didn't see that particular activity on the list. I asked him about it, and he said, "Oh, the teacher said we could do this for extra credit."

Needless to say, I made him stop that and buckle down to his actual homework. He had to take the math pages with him in the car when we went to pick up the Hubby. He complained that he couldn't read one of the figures he was supposed to subtract because the number ran off the page. Then he discovered he was working on the wrong side of the page! So he had to turn the paper over and start over again! By the time we got home, he said he had finished both his math and his reading workbook. So I breathed a sigh of relief and set him to finish reading the book he's had for weeks and for which there was a diorama due by the end of the week. He worked on it before dinner and en route to Awana Club and finished it.

Now, both the Hubby and I had been after him for the past two weeks to finish the book and get the project done. It was due on the 28th. Yes. Today. I thought it was due Friday, but no. It was due today. Boy #2 knew this, for this morning he said to me, "Perhaps I should write the teacher a note; she said she wouldn't accept the project on Friday." He knew it was due today. I knew what date it was due, but got mixed up about what day of the week it was. He deliberately didn't tell me what the teacher said about it last night so that he could go to Awana. It was store night and he really wanted to go to it; if I had known last night that it was due today, he wouldn't have gone. He would have stayed home and gotten the project done!

I was livid. We had pushed and pushed and he had putzed around for weeks, not reading the easy book that the teacher had assigned, but instead reading Bunnicula. Now the project was due. And he was in big hairy trouble.

Fortunately, his sister and brother were helpful this morning. I made him eat quickly, dress quickly, and then work on a very basic scene from the beginning of the book. His sister and brother helped fix their lunches while I helped him with the diorama. I'll be interested in seeing what the teacher thinks of it, and whether he'll be honest about how much work he did and how much I did.

As a result of this putzing around and not doing what he was supposed to when we told him, he's lost the privilege of playing computer games for at least a week, possibly two. Depends on what the Hubby says when I tell him about the whole affair. And it looks like I'm going to have to be more vigilant about his homework, making sure he works on it as soon as he gets home, even if it means he doesn't get to play with his siblings. And pull out a timer so that he'll read for at least 15 minutes a night until he's finished his assigned reading.

I hate homework.

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I forgot to change the alarm time on my alarm clock! I got up at 7:15 this morning, a time which, if we weren't in a rush to get out of the house, the boys would be leisurely putting on their clothes and telling me they didn't have any socks. Instead we ran around frantically, the kids eating breakfast, getting dressed, and out the door in record time, while I spent 15 minutes trying to close up the snack baggies. I am going to complain to Aldi's about this one; I like the fact that they have snack baggies, but honey, they are hard to close! Not like their lunch baggies, which are a cinch. These buggers are difficult! Especially when you get little bits of BBQ chip flavoring in the track (but even when they're clear they're hard to close).

Just as we were about to head out the door, boy #2 comes whining to me "I have no socks!" I sent him out with his stuff and his shoes and his feet bare while I went and borrowed a pair of boy #1's socks for him to put on while en route to school. Then he began fussing because he forgot something. I told him, too bad, so sad, and we don't have time to go looking for whatever you forgot. The girl then announced that she had forgotten her glasses, but, as she put it in such a self-righteous way, SHE wasn't whining about going back in to get them. She did, however, whine about being late for school. I kept telling her that she was not going to be late, even when the yard waste collection guys hogged up the most direct route to her school for several minutes. And she wasn't late; she just wasn't as early as she likes to be. Grrrrrr. Mommy ain't happy.

So now I am home. I've fed the cats (not my job but we didn't have time this morning for the girl to decide to get around to it), eaten my breakfast, and made my bed. I have scads of other work to do and instead, I'm on the computer and getting sleepy. Oh, and I've done one more thing....

I changed the alarm time on my alarm clock.

'nuff said.


Sep. 3rd, 2004 01:59 pm
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Funkycheese was online and I didn't even know it until she signed off. She must have snuck on while I was getting my cuppa! Sorry about that, Rain!

I did get a solid three hour nap and feel much better, more awake. Car line is coming up in about five or ten minutes so I don't have time to say too much at the moment. I've been working on chapter 11; trying to decide the time frame for everything that's going on with the rescue, the return, it's all jumbled around in my head. I'll need to put together a timeline for what happened when during chapters 9, 10, and 11. The creative process can be so demanding at times!

I'm going to grab my second cuppa as I head out the door. This is the first time I've tried Aldi's premium roast coffee. I bought the house blend and it's good, just different from what I have been drinking. I'll need to get used to it. Back for more creative crunching this evening; Boy #1 has a birthday party to attend at five.

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as a grilled hamburger with both American and Swiss cheese on it. Put a garden salad with lots and lots of cucumber in it on the side and life is good!

Second week of school has started and things seem to be settling down into a routine. Take the hubby to work, the boys to elementary, the girl to middle school, then back home to do some work around the house. Added grocery shopping to the list today; that's where the burgers, the American cheese slices, the Swiss cheese slices, and the garden salad ingredients came from. I've got a two week menu of meals to choose from and plenty of variety (I hope). Still have a few things to get but that can wait until tomorrow morning.

Finished chapter one of Washed Up. I need to post it at Tracy Island. I might cut it in half and make it into two chapters; I haven't decided yet. Wrote five requested reviews at fanfics.org yesterday. That Street Fighter fic was really hard to read! Made my teeth itch.

All the cats are fed and waiting to go back outside, so I'd better tend to that since no one else is.

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