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Well, we’ve joined the multitudes of sheeple with cable. We’re a statistic. At our last house, we had three channels. Evidently, we don’t even get those three channels here. So, I’ve ordered cable at the request of the husband. Our sports have been ridiculous, with ABC and NBC (CBS? We only got two of the three) contracting to get only certain games... and so our coverage of Denver’s games is spotty at best. Sometimes we’ll get New England or Texas before we’ll get Denver— even big games like the Playoffs. This means Larry’s mom won’t be recording games for us anymore. I think it kind of gave her a purpose, and was something they could bond over. Well, now I guess they’ll have to stick to discussing the games in excruciating detail. On the plus side, I’ll be able to watch the Dog Whisperer, and Dave Ramsey has a new TV program on the Fox Business Channel. I may start watching some television after all. It doesn’t look like we get the Smithsonian Channel though. That kinda sucks. 200+ channels and still no Smithsonian!? On the “WTF” front, I realized today that the big freezer has been off since Tuesday. Ice Cream, and about $300 in meat is quite probably ruined. I’m debating on throwing all the meat in one big pot, making broth and shredded beef for all occasions. I don’t know. Hopefully the good folks on the Friendly-Freezer group will be able to tell me if any of it’s salvageable. Tags: drivel
Mood:  nauseated
Background Noise: Angel, Season 5, Your Welcome
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And, with as wonderful as dinner is going, I may as well share the beginning of the day. We’re taking care of our vet’s animals. I was sound asleep, but Husband arrived there early, and every smoke alarm was going off. Well, okay, that sucks, but we’re worried that some may be CO2 alarms, and set off the envtire collection. (We can’t put smoke detectors in here... woodstove sets them off nightly.) (And we’ve no need for a CO2 alarm because the woodstove and a swamp cooler are IT. I called a friend at the fire department, and CO2 detectors are evidently low, not up in the hugely vaulted ceiling. And as for smoke alarms, a swift drop in temperature can set them off as well as any kind of electricity surge. And frankly, we’ve had high gusting winds for several days. So we go back over with an extension ladder for the front room detector, and started undoing smoke detectors (to the count of SEVEN) Larry thought there were 4. And then he discussed with Wil the 4 detectors. He dismantled 3. He came home and got our extension ladder, and I went back with him to remove the 4th. I walked in and said there was definitely more than 1 smoke detector going off. Nope, I'm a retard. Husbands don’t listen to the female until they remove the alarm from the vaulted ceiling and there is still screeching. Anyway, it ended up that he took down 5 alarms, and the master bedroom alarm was the culprit —dead battery. Battery died which set off all the alarms. That’s farking scary. At our own house, we had to disconnect our smoke detectors as soon as we moved in... the first day we ran the woodstove. We can’t even cook bacon with the smoke detector on, so they are all gone here. There were farking 9 alarms at our vet’s house, and everyone thought there were only 4. Tags: drivel, petsitting
Mood:  annoyed
Background Noise: Angel, Season 4, The House Always Wins
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1 (8 oz.) can tomato sauce 2/3 c. apple juice or cider 2/3 c. honey 1/4 c. cider vinegar 1 tbsp. soy sauce 2 or 3 cloves garlic, chop and sauté 2 tbsp. chopped onion, chop and sauté 1 tsp. celery seed 1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce Salt and pepper Dash of liquid Tabasco sauce Rub ground ginger over both sides of slab of spare ribs before cutting apart. Cut apart, put in large pan. Bake at 300 to 325 degrees for 2 hours. Meanwhile, combine all ingredients above and simmer awhile. After baking for 2 hours, pour all the simmered ingredients over ribs. Cover with foil. Bake 40 minutes covered. Remove foil. Then bake 30 minutes uncovered. (Don't use a pan with a handle in the oven unless you're used to it. I fried my hand FOUR times in the making of this.) Tags: drivel, recipe
Mood: tearful
Background Noise: Angel, Season 4, The House Always Wins
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Of all the things I thought I would ever be saying, that's not one of them. My bra was first captured, and I figured I could replace the mangled part however Bear beat me to it, and now I can't even find a full half of my bra, and from the remainder that I have in hand, there's no point in even looking for it. (And these bras were farking EXPENSIVE.) What is it the dogs have for my underwear? (nevermind, I don't want to know.) We may well be screwed on the new truck. We put our last $800 on it, and now have NO idea when the big check is going to come. We have 10 (or so) days to pay the remainder of the vehicle off. TWO checks should have been here by now, and neither have. I'd blame it on the post office, but frankly, they're to be direct deposited into our bank account -so it isn't the PO's fault this time. We have one day's worth of firewood, and it is snowing. A cord of wood is probably $200-$250 at the cheapest which is $180-$230 more than we have. We are Broke with a capital B. I may as well complain that PayPal won't give me one of their debit cards (although from what I understand they work only iffily anyhow.) Why? I'm a long-time customer in good standing, but I do not have a physical address that my bills and stuff come to.  Why? Because we live here (click for full size): Trust me, the mail lady does not bother to come out here. That IS the driveway that runs down to meet the main dirt road that goes for a mile before hitting pavement. And the point of complaining about that is that it takes DAYS to get cash from my PayPal account. I gotta transfer it to the bank, then wait for that before I can retrieve it. Once, a mail truck ran over my husband while he was on his bicycle, and then the fuckers sent us a bill for damaging the mail truck. Husband had to go to DMV to buy the entire Vehicle Code, wrote a fat letter explaining that the mail truck was at fault, and for some odd reason they never pursued the bill. Anyone who tries to bill you for something like that isn't going to give you a break anywhere (except maybe literally... and then you can expect a bill.) Tags: drivel
Mood:  worried
Background Noise: buffy, Season 4, Where the Wild Things Are
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 Somehow, luckily, I have ended up with a VERY cool domain name. I'm not announcing it yet until the transition is finished, however. No sense in jinxing it.
Within the next week or so I should be launching my new website. In addition to jewelry, I've spent some time sewing tarot bags, and am finding it fun and peaceful! Besides that, I've got quite a collection of tarot decks going, so it's nice to have bags for all of them. I'll be doing some beading, and also dug out the gazillion year old crochet edging books I got from my grandmother. I really love to crochet, but don't get much chance to do it. When I think of crochet, I think of those godawful granny square ponchos we all had back in our pre-teens. Luckily, I'm not stuck to granny squares.Tags: drivel, tarot
Mood:  excited
Background Noise: Buffy, Season 4, Where the Wild Things Are
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Beau is an African Grey. He has pink feathers he was supposed to outgrow, but hasn't, and that makes him special. He has no vitamin deficiencies causing the color variation. Beau was previously owned by an Oakland Raiders Fan TM. He didn't talk (I probably wouldn't either... you know how men are in front of a football game), and was all kinds of trouble apparently. Granted, he can go through more wood than a green-winged macaw, but theoretically that's normal (as long as the wood in question isn't your staircase.) In actuality, he never shuts up. He has a marvelous repertoire of whistles, belches and farts, and the sound of a beer can opening. He talks to the dog, talks to the cat, and anyone who walks by. Today's winner... he hawked up and spat. Obnoxiously. Unfortunately, I laughed, so I've now been listening to the hawking and spitting all morning. Tags: birds, drivel
Mood:  amused
Background Noise: Avenged Sevenfold - Bat Country
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Now people will know I'm truly whacked. Did you know Rootwork was a form of Hoodoo? I thought it meant root canals or something. That would've been scary. What I really wanted was the one that draws a little graph chart that compares your interests according to popularity. I guess it's back to Google.
Based on the lj interests lists of those who share my more unusual interests (Interests Processed: well written smut, swordcraft, land cruisers, doomsday fiction, 7-day candles, historic weapons, disaster preparedness, dancing while intoxicated, bubbling creeks, same song on repeat, border collie puppies), the interests suggestion meme thinks I might be interested in: 1. hoodoo score: 6 2. roman gods score: 5 3. ancestors score: 5 4. greek gods score: 5 5. crossroads score: 5 6. oya score: 5 7. norse gods score: 4 8. rootwork score: 4 9. fantasy authors score: 4 10. florida water score: 4 11. battles score: 4 12. conjure score: 4 13. floor washes score: 4 14. jousting score: 4 15. mojo score: 4 16. hot foot score: 4 17. saint candles score: 4 18. fantasy writers score: 4 19. uncrossing score: 4 20. blessing score: 4 changed by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ouwiyaru based on code by ixwinFind out moreTags: drivel
Mood: calm
Background Noise: Movie - The Jackal (where the guy's arm gets blown off)
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I'm sure there are more interesting things dragged home, but this one poses a dilemma. Does the wife get the horn to represent the horned god on her altar, or does the husband get the horn to stick in his lathe and make stuff out of?
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I have my new wedding ring! I was completely lost and bereft without it... like I’d lost a piece of myself. I surprised myself with how much the symbolism and having it meant to me. (This was probably the worst possible fabric I could have picked to take a photo of it.)
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