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For the first time in six years, we have cable television. And now I have the only three-year-old in the country who can recognize Alton Brown by sight. My kids love the Food Network Challenge, where people do things like bake cakes that shoot fireworks. Incidentally, Jeff now makes a Jamaican Jerk Chili that comes very close to shooting fireworks itself.
At 5:00 PM (CST) every day, you can find me and the kids sitting down and watching Rachel Ray. She is so energetic. My only problem is that she talks in code. It took me two weeks to figure out that "E.V.O.O." was not an exotic vinegar that she poured over everything, but Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Rachel, please, speak English.
Anyway, her show is kindof therapeutic, because 5:00 is just when I'm ready to call it quits every day. But Rachel smiles at me from the television and makes portobello mushrooms sound SO EXCITING that I MUST go cook right then. Which of course is good, because about 5:30 is when Hungry Man walks into the house.
I'm even considering thinking about maybe planning to host Thanksgiving again this year. Last year it was a lot of fun, but with all our adoption stuff going on I thought I'd skip it. But now I've learned HOW TO BRINE A TURKEY! Doesn't that sound fun?!
I'm going to weigh 800 pounds by this time next year. |
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I just love the fall! I love the weather, the colors, and wearing my boots again. And since we're not running the A/C, I love the lower electricity bills :)
We are trying to visit our pygmy goats every day and get them used to us. The kids want to show them in February, so I told them they need to get out there and tame them. We bring out lots of cookies and feed for them (much to Jeff's chagrin, I'm sure). Velvet is coming around, she's a sweetie. Vincent van Goat, not so much. Of course, it doesn't help that my son is a stinky, rowdy boy. He likes to yell and kick up the dirt outside. Usually we don't worry about this, but it can be very unnerving for a pygmy goat.
This weather makes me want to garden. I love it! But we found a dead skunk in our yard yesterday and that just about cured my desire to be outdoors. I guess one drawback of the weather is that EVERYONE likes to be out in it :) We almost ran into a deer the other night coming home from services. We were this close to venison chili for Thanksgiving....
This post is too morbid, I'll stop now. |
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I'm so tired this morning, I just accidentally poured my coffee into a glass.
That's all.
Janice |
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Is it too late to post random facts about me?
Because I thought of one today. And I thought I'd tell you about it, even though it may mean losing your friendship and esteem.
I forgot to register to vote.
I KNOW! I KNOW!
I remember going to the library a few months ago and thinking, I need to register, but on that day they were out of registration forms. And then I remember looking around online to see if I could register there. And then in August we got the call about our adoption and everything after that is kindof a hazy blur....
I know you think I'm an irresponsible citizen, but you're only half right. The truth of the matter is, I'm just plain irresponsible! My driver's license and both of my professional licenses expire next month, and I just know I'm going to forget those also. It's just the way I do.
Good thing my kids know how to cook. We'd probably all starve to death. |
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In our large goat pen, there are two smaller pens. One is for our two pygmy goats. The other, which has an electric fence, is for our two bucks.
This morning I went out to feed, and our pygmies - Velvet and Vincent van Goat - were out of their pen. The younger buck, Schroeder (we have a Peanuts theme with some of our goats), was out of his pen. So, unauthorized goats were running around this morning.
We led the pygmies back to their pen and I fixed the hole they used to get out (I think). I led Schroeder back to his pen, where the larger, older, stinkier buck - Hank - was waiting for his breakfast. Hank is nasty. Hank is big. Hank gets knocked in the head with a stick whenever he tries to butt me.
Anyway, Schroeder followed me into the pen (or rather, followed the metal bucket with his breakfast into the pen). But right behind him came Lucy. Now, it's early fall, which means all my does are in heat, which means Hank suddenly goes crazy with Lucy in the pen. What Lucy and Schroeder want is breakfast. What Hank wants is Lucy. What I want is to get them fed and out of there.
So this starts a really interesting dance. I'm running away from them, flinging food into their pans whenever I get close enough. Lucy and Schroeder are trying to run over me to get to the food. Hank is trying to run over me to get to Lucy. While we ran around the pen three times, all I kept thinking was, "What kind of fool goes into an electrified pen with a metal bucket?"
I got them fed and dashed out. Lucy followed me. I guess she decided breakfast wasn't worth it. Hank was right behind her. I slammed the gate on his thick, nasty skull. |
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