Friday, April 20, 2012

Midwest Missouri Roundup Reminder!

Day 50 and counting till the 3rd annual Middle of the Midwest Missouri Roundup on June 9th, 2012.  Well, actually it is the 8th, 9th and 10th.  Yes, I should have had this blog done by day 60.  I promised Magnolia Blossom it would be done last weekend.  I can hear her slight concerns in her emails that yet again I will not have everything done on time.  See, she has always arrived here on Friday night and been armed for action on Saturday morning.  I must say she has been quite the blessing to me in the past.  She and bhawk have jumped in and helped out to make things go smoothly for the last 2 roundups. In fact, I believe MB is quite familiar with my kitchen and  knows where my vacumn live.

Why is this year different?  Friday night there is a Relay for Life walk in the neighboring town and Mike Harvey has organized some of the roundup attendees in joining him for that walk.  Here are the links to two of his past blogs if you would like more info.
http://allrecipes.com/cook/13101603/blogentry.aspx?postid=269590
http://allrecipes.com/cook/13101603/blogentry.aspx?postid=268312
Cancer seems to touch all of us in some way and it is really a neat thing that Mike goes out of his way to find events that he can attend no matter where he is.

If you have been toying with the idea of coming to a roundup in your area and this one fits in, please don't feel you have to attend the walk to attend the roundup.  The actual roundup is the 9th at my house.  Yes, we do have returning faces but don't let that stop you either.  Each year there have been new faces attending and what a blast it is for all of us to see our friends from the previous year and to add new friends to our group.  Lunch will be served at 1:00pm and BBQ is on the menu.  Sunday a brunch will be served for those that have stayed over either here at my house or at the surrounding motels.  Please email me at cathillcafe@yahoo.com if you would like any information and would like to come. 

I feel I need to apologise to some of my friends before I get to the list of this years attendees.  So, sueb, saw some really good food photos. Want the recipes for one I saw. Southern Gma, miss you but I do know you are up and kicking. Redly, that was a fluke I managed to make it back for your limerick blog.   petey, excellent job on Pippin's.   For those that are used to "talking" to me, I've been in the garden or cleaning poo.  No, seriously!  That has been what I've been doing.  Missouri weather is fickle at best and if you have nice days they have to be used especially if you have more than a 10 X 10  flower or garden area.  Which is looking pretty good right now. 




I can not believe some of the stuff that is blooming right now.  Flowers that should be out for Mother's Day may hit their peak and be gone.  I couldn't believe I found this little red stinker.  They were expected to be ready for the roundup so I could serve organic fresh strawberries on a fruit tray.  Ugh!  Doesn't look like that will happen.

As for the poo, we added 8 animals to the household.  The 2 horses moved down here to live and I decided I wanted fresh eggs so I added 6 hens.  And yes, as with all animals they do seem to fall under my jurisdiction.   I actually thought the DS would be more of a help with the horses.  To give you a little insight into his thinking he walked into the house shortly after the horses moved in and announced, "It's staying pretty clean in the stalls and the barn area."  My eyebrows shot up past my hairline, I believe, as I opened my mouth to say, "NO, (fill in the blank) Sherlock!".  His father was wise enough to say, " that could be cause your Mother cleans the pen daily".

If you are wondering why the DH doesn't help with any of the gardening.  This is what he did to my flowering crab.  The tree that I potted and drug in and out of the garage for 3 years.  Planted it in the hen pen for shade and 5 days later......

Here is a list of this year's attendees as I know it at the moment:

For sures-
Magnolia Blossom
Lady Sparkle
Mike Harvey and his lovely wife
Candace and her daughter
Christina
Cindy Lepp
applestrudel
Mangel
bhawk
Casi

Pretty sure-
ibbz
Litegal1

Wanting to come but will let me know closer to date-
MiBeingMi
SoupLovingNicole
Perri Pender

Interested in coming but.....
Scott- LLL Productions
Lovebreezy
and a lady that for the life of me I can't remember your screen name at the moment.

Friday night hardy appetizers will be served for those coming in at different times.  There is still some room in the camper.  Saturday is lunch.  Sunday is brunch.  If you want to come or want more info please email me.  For those attending other roundups, have safe travels because you will have a blast!

I'd do the heart thingy but I always get it wrong

Cat

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Our First Year Together: A Furry Love Story

I've always thought of myself as a cat person.  Don't get me wrong I'm a card carrying animal lover period.  It has been said of me that I like my animals better than some people I've met.  I can't refute that statement!  But now I can say that I am officially a dog lover also.  Again don't get me wrong, I've always liked dogs and there have been a few that have shared time here with us.  The last being, Spot, Ryan's dog of 12 years.  She was a dump that I took care of and that would tell me if we had unexpected company.  Beyond that she pretty much did whatever she wanted.  When she passed away June 2010, I missed her but I didn't really want another dog here.  Because I swore if we EVER had another dog it would be trained and become a part of the household which meant ALL the care would be my responsibility.  So I politely didn't listen anytime the DH would bring up an ad for a puppy.  Until that fateful day in December when a little old lady walked into my house and used my bathroom.  Then I was all ears because having a total stranger just walk in made me realize exactly how much I needed a four legged companion who would at least say someone is on the property.

Yes, we drove all the way to Tyler, Texas to get a Chow puppy.  The DH insisted on getting a dog with papers for various reasons.  A pound puppy would have been fine with me but he who was footing the bills vetoed that idea.  So back we came with this ball of fluff.

We picked this breed for several reasons.  I had read somewhere Chows are catlike in nature.  This is true, but they also have a protective nature not only for their owner but towards the "whole" family of the owner.  They are definitely a one person dog.  My cats would disagree with the whole family protection bit and Pip has his own side of the story.
http://thesensiblyorganiccook.blogspot.com/2012/03/free-to-good-home-shipping-included.html

Besides having my heart stolen by Bane what have I learned about dogs?

Don't get a puppy in the winter time.

He loved the snow even when he had to slinky his way through it in my footsteps.  I didn't love having to deal with potty training since about the only area without 3 foot of snow was the driveway last year.

Also a dog with a beautiful thick coat, has just that and it must be taken care of!

This is one brushing, something that has to be done regularly or we have dust bunnies bigger than our cats!

Since we had such snowfall last winter, Bane and I played in the house.  One of our games was "what's in your mouth".  It was a chase game and Bane had lots of fun because he was getting exercise and he could easily slide under all the furniture.

He also liked to sleep in cat territory.

They still fit, Bane not so much!

Ok, so I had lots to learn about raising a puppy properly.  The one thing I did do right was find a very good trainer.  We had a private lesson and then we took an obedience class.  What I learned in class was worth every penny because Chows can be aggressive and they are most decidedly stubborn.  Bane proved he had both of those traits one night.  He thought helping himself to a hamburger off the counter was just fine.  Granted they were Rachael Ray's meat lover hamburgers and very tasty but Bane didn't want to give up his purloined burger.  One of Charlotte the dog trainer's mantras is "you get the dog you deserve" and I was sliding by letting Bane in the kitchen.  To say he got in a lot of trouble was an understatement but if Charlotte hadn't given me the knowledge to deal with Bane we might have had a serious situation on our hands.  Being banished from the kitchen, Bane has appointed himself the guradian of it.  He will place his toys and himself at the entrance to keep thieving felines out!
He is especially good at alerting me to Glove's misguided attempts at helping himself.

Since the kitchen episode has really been our worst experience, I can truly say I get dog lovers now. There are so many positives that have come from having Bane.  I have someone who loves to play and go for walks so I get exercised.  He really loved playing in the one an only snow we had this year.  Although, that is a basketball he plays soccer with it.  Quite well I might add.

It is kind of like having a little child in the house.  I find myself picking up toys on a daily basis or walking on them.  He always wants to know what I'm doing.  I certainly never have to worry about getting lost because my every move is noted.  He is funny with an odd quirk or two, like not wanting to get his feet wet.  It takes a behind foot push to encourage him to go out in the rain for potty duty.  Sometimes he will go out if I go first; today wasn't one of those days.

Unlike my child, Bane loves anything I cook.  He is not allowed table scraps but he would eat them happily if given.  I do make treats for him.  So far I have made carroty crunchies and liver treats.  Finding hormone free, grass fed beef liver was a trick but I have his full attention when he sees them coming out of the freezer.  I also had my DS's full attention when I made them.  It has been requested that I NEVER make those in the house again.  It is very rewarding for the cook to have someone get so excited over her cooking that they practically dance down the hallway to have some.

It is surprising how fast this first year has flown by.  Maybe it is because Bane is never grumpy or in a bad mood.  He is up and ready to go at the drop of a hat.  He is always glad to see me and he greets me when I came back home with lots of love.  He makes me feel safe knowing while he is on duty no one will open my front door and just walk in.  Most of all who could resist this loveable face?

Certainly not me!





FREE TO GOOD HOME! SHIPPING INCLUDED!

Seriously, there is nothing wrong with the dog.  He is just great!  We really love him dearly but he is allergic to us.  I'm sure he would be a great addition to any cat free home!

Houston!  Seriously!  You can't ship MC's mutt off.

Why not?  I'm sick of the butt sniffing, space invading beast. We all are!  Just look at poor Glove's face.

He got caught on the counter again by that mutt.  He looks so hungry and now he is afraid to get down.  Poor thing!

Ok, I know you have a point there but we aren't supposed to be on the counter even if MC does have us on those ungodly restricted portions she calls dinner.

Well, just look where I have to spend most of my time now.

Hey, that's my perch!  Back a way from the computer, Houston, this is my blog!

My name is Pippin.  My human mom is Mama Cat, MC for short.  Yes, I would love to ship her slobbering mutt off.  I may only have 3 legs but I bet I could get it into a box.  For heaven's sake it is the nosiest thing ever.  It would probably go right in thinking it was some new kind of game.  hetaping might be a challenge but I bet I could handle it.   Stupid thing has no respect for privacy, whatsoever.  You can't do anything in this house that it doesn't know about.  See, I was just going to clean MC's yogurt bowl for her but noooo Mr. Werewolf face was on patrol.

I think we have bigger things to worry about than drool boy.  Not only is MC still on me to get exercise but she has added some huge beasts to her menagerie.  Thank heavens they live outside cause I don't care what she says they don't look like vegetarians to me!  Look at this thing; it is trying to eat a fur lined hat off the kid's head.  What does that tell you?

Thing gives me the willies every time I go out.  Since the DH goes to work early in the morning, he lets Houston out for a stroll.  Not my fault he can't tell us apart.  I know we are so twin-like in appearance.  Hey, any time I can escape into the great of out of doors I'm going!  That was until all this rain started.  Three wet feet are just as bad as four wet feet maybe worse.  So I content myself with staying in and playing with the walking furball's toys.

He leaves them lying around everywhere and this bone was so easy to pick up and throw around!  Neener, neener purple tongue couldn't come after me either!  He isn't allowed downstairs. Nah nah na nah!

Back to the problem I see coming down the pike.  MC is losing her mind.  I think it is the change.  She let me out the other day.  No, really!  She opened the door and let me go.  Granted it was snowing, sleeting and raining so it didn't take me long to want back in.

I think she thought this was funny.  I wasn't amused.  Rain damages fur, don't you know?

Here is the real reason I think she is losing it.

She has birds in the garage.  Yep, little tweetie birds and we aren't allowed to visit them.  MC didn't buy that I just wanted to play them.  OK, so maybe I would have put them back in pieces but MC named them so they are off limits.  Get a load of these stupid girlie names.  Vuila, Violet, Vangie, Babs, Bugs and Tangerine.  Why not names like breast, thigh, and drumstick?   Even the DS agreed with me on that one.  Really, though, I think someone needs to talk to her.  After all, when you have cats what else do you need?   Especially, when you have someone as wonderful as me!



                       Remember Life is about the journey no matter how long it took you to get there!


Saturday, February 11, 2012

My Totally Torqued Tuesday.

You just know it will be one of "those" days when the complaints begin before you even get out of bed.  Tuesday was no exception for me.  Before I had pulled myself out from under the warm covers and into the dark chilly room, I heard it.  The way the day was going to go.  Houston was sitting outside my door filing a protest.  Houston is good at this and will keep it up until something is done about his issues.

Here he cannot comfortably nap in his chosen spot because Bane, the dog, is too close to my lap.

The door is not opening fast enough.

Houston used to file his complaints civilly before Bane came.  He was rather like the clown in the U.S. Postal commercials.  He would sit by the offending object, stare and make one noise.  If you failed to comply the next time you turned around he would be much closer to you. Making another noise and so on until all was in an orderly fashion or he tripped you and caused you to fall down.

So you get the idea of how the day started.  Houston's issues dealt with. next problem yesterday's debris.  The DH is still laid off and the DS, which is recovering nicely, both seem to think all things of a household nature are done by magic.  Go figure.  Totally trained them wrong.  My bad!

I thought it prudent to stay away from sharp objects for awhile.  Much safer to check my email, attend to a few online things and have my coffee.  That usually cheers me up.  It did until it became apparent I had no patience for people and there was WAY too much fiber in my diet this day.

***I do not get mean, nasty little people.  Sometimes they are grey ghosts slinking in like a putrid fog.  I do not understand why they go out of their way to be shits to others.  You know that takes time and energy to be hateful, mean or just  plain nasty.  We are only given a certain amount of time to live this life so wouldn't it be better to try spending each day learning or creating something positive or happy?  Don't get me wrong, poke me with a stick and I will respond.  You just may not see it coming :)  Poke a friend and I feel just as obliged to poke back!  I should turn the other cheek and take the high road, 'fraid that isn't always possible.

Jeez and Tuesday's fiber.  I really like reading over breakfast.  However, reading the same story 4,5 or 12 times even if by different people wasn't working for me.  After all, I had it from a good source the fiber in the stories sucked.  Given my curious nature, I had to go see for myself and do my own random survey.  First inspect the ingredient list.  Barf, I wouldn't feed this to anyone but my diabetic cousin.  Another site stopped giving the product an endorsement for reasons I can agree with.  Particularly one ingredient but I was curious about a couple of the others so I kept looking.  Seriously, they can put that in our food?  I'll gnaw on a tree of my own choice thanks and take a pass on the cotton balls too.  And to think I could have participated in this fun also.  Might regret passing on that free membership when it comes time to renew mine though.  Oh well, such is Life.***

What to do?  Watching the horses walking in their pen made me think some fresh air would make a world of difference in my day.  Granted, I ended up cleaning stalls but hey a little exercise never hurts.  Unless, while supervising the cleanup one horse pushes another into you and onto your foot.  For those unfamiliar with horses, they will come see what you are doing in much the same manner as dogs and small children.  There is also an enforceable pecking order.  Old horse felt big young horse was getting a better view of the cleanup and since there might be food involved the need to shove the youngster out of the way was overwhelming.

The option of going back to bed being long gone, I proceeded with the day.  Pretty much it went along like my brilliant breakfast idea for New Year's Day did.  After a late night, I got up with the thought to make a fancy brunch based on recently viewed AR recipes and on hand ingredients.  How hard could this be to make baked eggs in a cup?  I have a silpat muffin "tin" so it wouldn't stick.  I had bacon, bread, cheese, chervil, ham and eggs.  Flatten bread quarters slightly and place in cups.  OK.  I want them crispy.  Bake before adding other ingredients.  OK.  Saute bacon and chop ham.  Go get fresh chervil which is finally growing.  Hmm, that is chervil right?  Nope.  Dill.  Huh, finally the summer-sown dill grows.  Back into the kitchen.  Why does there appear to be less ham?  Perhaps, I'm mistaken I see no guilty furry faces.  Onto the eggs.  They have to be beaten cause DH can't eat egg whites.  No problem.  Toss in some leftover cheese dip (Ryan's Reverse Popper dip goes great with lots of things :) and the chopped dill.  The bread crisped nicely so above it I'll wrap the bacon and ham.  Perfect.  Pour in the egg mixture and top with leftover croutons.  Now the tricky part.  Getting them baked properly.  First time out they were looking good but not cooked enough for my crew.  Back in.  Darn it!  Then they were over done.  My baked eggs were eaten without enthusiasm.  Oh well, I tried.  The leftovers would make breakfast for me later or they would have if they hadn't disappeared during the day.


Now if anyone can tell me how to get cooked but not overcooked baked eggs I would appreciate it.  I would really like to make this again but how to get soft but not runny or hard boiled eggs as the end result?

So you see I am used to having days like my torqued Tuesday.  And this day was fast approaching the dinner planning hour.  What to do with hamburger and potatoes?  I''d looked at different recipes and was coming up blank so I asked a cooking guru for ideas.  She comes back with the perfect recipe.  Well, it was perfect right up to the point I told the guys what I was going to make.  "EEeeeeewww is that like the crap you made 4 years ago for Christmas?  That was awful.  Yeah, I hated it."  Deep sigh!  So plan B and I still got nothing but hamburger and potatoes to work with.  I refuse to waste the guru's time looking for another recipe.  We've already gone thru all the Tex-Mex recipes.  Had hamburgers and fries.  Had pizza.  Gotta be something different.  Even deeper sigh....

Okay, an AR recipe called for hamburger and hash browns.  Hmm, doable... maybe.  Thanks to a reviewer suggesting making their own hash browns the light bulb went on.  It must have been all that fiber in the morning that made me think of the Galloping Gourmet.

Yes, I'm old enough to remember when he cooked with butter and wine but it was his later show that gave me that rewarding DING DING moment.  I'm guessing this was at least 15 years ago when he started making his recipes more healthful.  Back then, that show didn't inspire me to cook any different but I appreciated his efforts to reduce fat and calories while keeping his dishes flavorful.  After all, even if cardboard were good for you it would still taste like cardboard.  Can't think of any additives that would change that.

So what's the light bulb flashing over?  The hash browns.  The reviewer suggested rinsing thoroughly and then drying the hash browns well on paper towels.  Not going to happen, I'm down to my last roll.  Thank you, Galloping Gourmet, for reducing salad dressing calories by spinning salad and dressing together in a salad spinner.  Salad to hash browns?  Remember it is a torqued Tuesday after all.

Shredded the hash browns in my lovely food processor.  Rinsed thoroughly.  Then spun by handfuls until dry in my great thrift store find salad spinner!  Look how much water came out.  Yeah!

So thousands of others have probably already had this light bulb moment but on this day, it was MINE and it WORKED!

Browned hamburger with garlic and onion.  Tossed now dry hash browns with EVOO, chopped fresh rosemary, garlic, salt and pepper.  Made 3 nests on my silpat.  Topped with hamburger, chopped onion, green pepper and cheese.  Baked until cheese melted and potatoes were crispy.

Did I get any compliments on dinner you ask.  Are you kidding?  There are days I feel the only way to get a compliment around here is to surgically remove it!

And so went my Totally Torqued Tuesday.  How was yours? :)(:

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Marshmallow Rule

Since the fall began, I feel like I have been visited by the ghost of holidays past.  Reaching into the memory vault pullling out this and that holiday to revisit like photographs from an old dusty album.  I found myself sifting through the memories looking to see which holiday was a favored remembrance and what made it so.  The people?  The food?  The presents?  Watching how time had changed my perceptions of what was needed to make the day one to be later savored.  I must tell you that the last 2 holidays of year's end are my favorites, Thanksgiving and Christmas.  New Year's Eve isn't included since to me it is tied so closely to the beginning of the New Year.  Perhaps I've pondered so deeply because this year would be so different for the DH and me.  For once, it has been just us.  After having gotten though Thanksgiving, I can definitely state cooking all the "must haves" takes just as much time for two as it does for 15-20.

So what does the "Marshmallow Rule" have to do with the holidays?  I hadn't thought of the old battered sign for quite some time.  It bubbled up in my memory after watching the news.  Prodded to the surface by the story of a customer who pepper sprayed others while shopping for the deals of the season.  That night I was trying to figure out what could possibly be so important to purchase for Christmas that hurting others was necessary to get it.  If I thought that was bad, I saw a much worse story later.  I'm not sure where this was but a woman left her little kids in the car to go shopping.  Trying to grab some of those "big deals" it would seem.  The youngest child was one, I believe.  It was dark and the kids were cold and scared.  A gentleman that was interviewed about the incident put it very well, "Ain't nothing in that store worth your kids!"  No kidding!  Probably both ladies needed to read this old rule before the season began.

When did such frenzied consumption of produced products become the norm, necessitating camping out no matter the weather to secure a place in line to purchase those sought after possessions?  Toys of all kinds and TV's seemed to be front-runners of the giant sales this year that started when I was going to bed and continuing when I certainly wasn't gettting out of bed.  This "I MUST & WILL have THAT for me or my child" attitude isn't really a recent trend.  I recall seeing mothers mob the stores for those little kids from the patch roughly 25 years ago.  Yikes!  Has it been that long since they came out?

Don't get me wrong,  I like presents.  I like shopping for them.  I like wrapping them.  I like giving them and I like receiving them.  I like everything from fun and thoughtful to eatable and drinkable to useful and practical gifts.  I also understand the fundamental drive of economics.  A consumer purchasing products gives a manufacturer an outlet for their goods.  Sometimes a supplier is needed in the process allowing access to those goods.  So both supplier and manufacturer are creating jobs for people.  This does keep the whole cycle going.  Some get more, some get less but if the cycle is broken, no one wins.  And yes, my DH has gone out in the wee morning hours on Black Friday to purchase and item, not as a present but a necessity at that time.  Eight years ago, I needed a TV.  Not wanted, needed one to play the home schooling DVDs on.

Yep, I started home schooling my then grade-schooler during the holiday season.  Not something for the faint of heart to be sure but I felt it was the best thing to do.  During one particular session, the "Marshmallow Rule" came into being.  Granted I was trying to combine homework from several classes with it.  I was also trying to give a small Life lesson at the same time.  Multitasking at its best!  And yes, I did finally notice the spelling error.  Kindly ignore it.

First, I'd like to share some bits and pieces of our holiday cheer.  The early years in this house didn't allow for extravagant spending much less lavish decorations or food.  In fact, our first tree was quite the "Charlie Brown" type, put too much on and over it would fall.  It's good for one string of lights, some candy canes and tinsel.  Feeling nostalgic, I chose to put it up again.


It isn't so bad looking and it was even made in the USA.  Pippin's been delighting in knocking off the canes.  I believe it is payback for the next photo.  See that little figurine with him?  My Mom gave what she called white elephant presents for Christmas the year my dad died.  She said she wanted us to remember what was important about this time of year.  That was my gift from the thrift store 18 years ago.  She also had oranges and hard candy for table decorations.  She said when she was a girl to get either or both were a big deal for Christmas.


Long before it dwindled to just us two, it had been my turn to host the mandatory family fun Christmas get together.  I say mandatory because getting this branch together was like pulling hen's teeth.  Either some had way too many commitments for the same day yet felt compelled to show for lunch then leave the table still chewing or some acted like they really didn't care to get together.  I began suspecting the latter when it took 2 and 1/2 hours of serious debate to attempt to forestall any more complaints about who should host the next gathering and exactly when.  Anyway, a relative quite admired my wreaths and asked how I'd managed the creations.  I think she wanted to know how much I'd spent on them.  She didn't quite believe me when I said, "with weeds."  Yep, on a budget weeds can be turned into something quite pretty.  Sometimes, you just have to see the beauty in the smallest and oddest of things and figure out how to make them useful.



That particular ability of mine is probably how I managed to think the "Marshmallow Rule" up in the first place but as you read it you might see why I've been thinking about it these last few weeks.  The hustling bustle of the holiday season sometimes overshadows the simply important things in life.


         ( Not all things in Life must be expensive or complicated.  Sometimes the simplest things, such as a roasted marshmallow, can delight the senses and brighten a cloudy day. )  The lesson, to teach a little boy penmanship, how to write about something he knew and that sometimes something as simple as a roasted marshmallow can put a smile on your face.    

Health.  Food. Safe warm homes.  Family.  And if you don't have family, very good friends.  An income so you can provide some of those things.  Compared to the latest toy or gadget those things are pretty important to me.  As for gifts here this year, they're going to be on the simple side.  Then again, who can resist the perfect cup of cocoa with homemade marshmallows and a toasted s'more?


And that is my simple gift to all of you since you can't drop in and share them here .
http://allrecipes.com/personalrecipe/63012863/cats-chocolate-wine-marshmallows/detail.aspx
http://allrecipes.com/personalrecipe/63012513/cats-kicked-up-cocoa/detail.aspx
My favorite recipes for hot chocolate and homemade marshmallows.

Also the wish that each and everyone of you have very Merry Christmas and a safe Happy New Year!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Final Farewell

                                        All things bright and beautiful,
                                 All creatures great and small,
                               All things wise and wonderful,
                                 The Lord God made them all. 
                                                                                         Cecil Frances Alexander

Today an old acquaintance, Josie, died.  I say acquaintance because she preferred the company of dogs and people over the rest of us in MC's pride.  She was a tiny little cat with a loving heart despite what her former owners.  She carried physical and emotional hurts that never quite healed.  But that didn't keep her from her self appointed job.  Despite being unable to sit on a lap too long because of former fears, she purringly greeted all guests, human and canine.  She gladly accepted the stroke of a kind hand.  Happily following any nice guest that arrived at our house.

Jo had another job to fill when she first came.  It was hoped that her care which fell to MC's human child would inspire him and his grades.  Deep down I believe MC knows that really wasn't the truth, she really wanted to give Jo a better home.  Another Joe took the actual job.  He has done it quite well and will soon be coming home to us to stay.



Josie leaves behind a daughter and son.  Both of them are lucky to have grown up in this house never knowing the harsher side of the world.  That's probably why they are both so silly.  That's Rogue stuck on the roof again.  Waiting for MC and the ladder to get her down.  I swear she has nothing but fur between those ears.


My buddy, Gloves, is her son.  Don't tell him he is stealthy like an elephant.  He really does think he is hiding.


Despite being tiny and frail, old Jo had quite the zealous spirit.  She even tried to welcome that baying beast the rest of us just hate.  She brought him socks and tried to teach him to fit in.  The poor dear finally just had to give up.  Her best efforts couldn't turn that mutt into anything like her old canine friend, Spot.  See, that is her on the left trying to be friendly.



Spot and Jo shared quite a bit.  Both started life rough before they came to live here.  And they were both lucky to pick MC to own for themselves.  You'd see them sharing a snooze or ablutions together.  Never once did Jo get mad that Spot made her fur stand on end from a shared bath.  When Spot passed away last year, Jo sorely missed her.  Today Josie will share a final resting place with her old friend.  Out in MC's garden by a lovely red rose to remember them both by.

                Goodbye Josie, the little cat with a big heart.  You will be missed.


Saturday, October 15, 2011

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!!!

This is a rant! A loud freaking one!  Something I normally save for emails or phone calls.  But this is a special occasion and it deserves a blog.  Because I want a divorce and I am getting one in no uncertain terms.  That's right I'm divorcing all of the DH's WORTHLESS family.  As of today they no longer are going to be allowed to "F" with my life.  I will no longer bite my tongue or hold my opinions to myself.

Why?  You might ask after years of dealing with them have I finally had enough!  First a little back story so you can see where I'm coming from.

The DH and I had been married for a while.  Not once did I hear from his sister or brother.  The brother is a worthless thief and crackhead so I really did expect anything from him.  In fact, he stole from his brother the day we got married.  Then boom we moved into an unfinished house, my dad died unexpectedly and I discovered I was pregnant.   So who starts calling me once a month?  That's right the SIL.  That would be the one that married money at 19 and who has never really worked a job.  Someone else has always paid her bills, provided her with nice cars and really nice houses.  I'm talking 5 bedroom, 6 car garage, multi-level house with pool and room for a pony nice.  I'm saying MC Mansion.  That was when she lived here now she is in FL with nice house and yacht.  Thank God cause that lessens my chances of running into her and over her with my car.

I'm going to list a few of the more memorably unpleasant times this witch has caused in my life:

   During one of her monthly pregnancy checkup calls to me, I asked if she knew if my dad had died. Answer "yep".  Nothing else, no "sorry" or anything.

  I sent what I thought was a cute picture of my son standing in his gardening clothes with 2 huge carrots he had just pulled out of his garden.  SIL calls-"That is the worst picture I have ever seen.  How ugly, he looks terrible and those clothes.  Oh my......."  I cried after I got off the phone.

  Searched forever one Christmas to find THE hot toy of the season.  Found it and was SO excited that I could give it to my son.  SIL shows up a few days before Christmas with the identical toy.  I mentioned to her quietly she might have asked if I'd gotten him that.  Reply "Oh well"  The gift from me was the major part of my Christmas to my son.

   The worthless supposedly reformed brother showed up one Christmas and stayed at the SIL.  She called to invite us for a lunch.  She told me what to bring.  We get there and she has ordered pizzas.  Her reasoning "I didn't want to have to cook and we are eating in the breakfast room cause the rest of the house is cleaned for Christmas with my family(meaning her husbands)"  I kid you not, her words.  And I might add the bitch sat on one of the 4 chairs in that room, her formal dining room being clean and all, while 12 people had a choice of the floor or fighting over the remaining chairs.   I sat my son on the counter and perched there too and didn't bother to open my food containers.

  Fast forward to this one in '07.  My Mom died.  The bitch calls, OH NO not with condolences, to tell her brother she broke her leg.  Her brother tells her about my Mom.  She calls back a few days later.  With condolences?  Are you kidding?!  She's calling to make sure she had called to let us know her leg was broken.  That was the LAST time I EVER intended to talk to her.

After that her worthless brother floated back in and out of my DH's life.  Poor guy, he is the oldest and after his dad committed suicide it fell upon him to help with the care of his siblings so I guess he felt responsible for them.  Not that they seemed to care about that.  In fact, one of the last times the DH saw his brother he stole money again from him.  And then a year or so later left a message on our machine with his phone #.  What did he need?  Money to pay his property taxes.  SERIOUSLY?!!

For those of you that were here for the Nov roundup, you know that at midnight before the big day I got a phone call.  From whom?  The worthless pot smoking trailer trash skank that the worthless brother had married.  She proceeded to curse me out while telling me the BIL had suffered major trauma from a motorcycle accident. GOD BLESS Lora for being here and Brenda for helping me that day.  Not only did I have a lot going on but the DH was taking the DS hunting FOR THE LAST time.  Poor Lora manned the phone for me that day and despite all it was a WONDERFUL day.

If anyone is curious what became of my BIL after that, well, so was my sister.  So she asked because I had already told her I was done with this man and didn't care really what happened to him  He'd made his bed years ago.  We were surprised he was even out on the motorcycle because he had been arrested for spousal abuse and drugs prior. I knew my husband had talked to his sister afterward.  Emphasis on had.  All of his worthless brother's friends had called him too.  Did he know if his brother was dead or alive.  NOPE!  Once everyone was done bothering him they stopped calling.

UNTIL THE OTHER DAY!  The last few remaining hours I have to spend with my son before the US Navy took possession of  him and who F'ng calls. That right!  I answer the phone cause it might be the DH he got temporary work and wasn't sure he could get home to take our son to the recruiter.  Here is the conversation.  "Hello"  / Hello, this is J.  How are you?/  "OK"  Inside I'm screaming  ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?  /I need to get worthless brother's phone #.  I lost my phone and all the contact info/  "Uh, let me look in our phonebook.  Nope I don't have it"  /Well, have DH call me\  "OK but I don't think he has talked to anyone since last year.  I don't know that he knows anything" /Oh, I went to see the brother this summer/  "Well, OK I tell my husband you called.  bye"

I'm  standing there with the phone in my hand thinking of lots of nasty things to say but what's the point?  My kid is leaving and I do not care about these people.  The phone rings again.  I look at my son and say,"I'm letting the answering machine pick up"  He says "who cares" 

GUESS WHO?!!!!!!!  "This is J again.  You were really short with me just now and I don't know why.  We have never had cross words and as you well know I have so little family....................."

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!  I'm trying to delete the message or just make the bitch stop talking cause if I don't I"M GOING TO BREAK THE PHONE.  My dear child says,"You got to wait till the dip shit stops talking to delete."  I walked away and when there was no more sound coming from the machine I hit delete and then unplugged the phone.

Later after delivering my only child to the Navy I forgot to plug the phone in.  So I'm sitting there seriously depleting the Kleenex supply and think what is that noise.  Shit!!!  It's the phone.  Frantically, I tried  to plug the phone.  Yes, I missed my son's first and only call home for weeks because of 2 utterly worthless people.  Ones that have not called and do not call unless they want something.

No, I'm not doing well.  I miss my child like I never thought I would.  Got his first paragraph home and what is in the first sentence?  "Thanks for answering the damn phone guys!" 

Is there such a thing as homicidal depression?  I think I might have it and it is a damn good thing neither of those worthless self centered self serving people live anywhere near me.  God help them if they drop by.  I've got a big silver dog who doesn't like Mom upset :)(: