Archive | April 2007
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Fact: Ripley is cute.
This is my last word post until Tuesday. Hope you have a happy Monday. I’ll be reading blogs tomorrow and will have a lot to say on Tuesday, including a post about cleaning the boat, climbing a 20 ft ladder and 12 ft scaffolding, and caring for three pups.
And, everyone including Spéncèr (hehe): Go do the contest. Choose twenty false statements — no more, no less.
A bientôt,
Poppy
Poppy’s channa masala
Last night I made my version of channa masala.
Today Hay and I ate it. We loved it. More photos at flickr.
The very loose recipe (sans quantities or cooking instructions because I’m lazy): Dopiaza, Madras curry cooking sauce, sour cream, butter, chickpeas, sweet onion, garlic, peanut oil, curry powder, cumin, cumin seeds, mustard seeds, roasted baby white potatoes, Jasmati rice.
DON’T STEAL MUSIC, YO!!!!!@@! Or answer the phone at dinner.
And I’ve been waiting to post this since yesterday so I’m gonna just do it.
It’ll make you punch babies:
Also, this one has the music from one of my favorite movies, Clockwatchers:
More videos at Awkward Pictures.
Could everyone please be my friend? Thanks.
Sunday Garden Party – 4:30am edition
Could someone remind my body that it always feels sick to its stomach at 4:30 in the morning and therefore should never, ever, never never be awake at this time? Especially since no one else is up at this hour to play with? Yah.
Here is a gemini teaser photo from this week’s SGP set:
The rest of the set is over at flickr.
I’m off to wash a boat in a few hours. What are you doing today?
Newest acquisition
I shall be sporting this across my chest very soon. You know you want your own.
sneaky snake
Yesterday I took some photos then promptly lost my camera somewhere in the house. Today I did not have my camera for the birthday party which meant I missed out on about 15 million photo opportunities. While the birthday girl was opening presents I got to steal my friends’ camera and take a ton of photos, but I have to wait for them to post my photos (that I just happened to take with their camera) in order to show you any of the cuteness.
After the birthday party Hay and I went to Home Depot to purchase 100 feet of perforated flexible drainage pipe. In case you’re wondering, this fits in a Honda Accord if you cut the ties holding it in its circular shape. Don’t believe me? Here’s the proof:
The full-size images are available at flickr. Hay found my camera 3 seconds after he walked into the house. Wish I’d said something before we left the house.
You like your brains eaten. You want to click here. (Okay, so that was dishonest. But isn’t that the point?)
Alabama hillbillies make the best clocks / Asking Jesus questions
Magical words
Today’s magical words are: “I hafta pee!” I have locked Georgie in my walk-in closet with water, super frou-frou Fancy Feast medley of white meat chicken and whipped egg soufflé with garden greens (yah, that’s really fancy), and a litter box lined with clear plastic wrap. Her objective: To pee in the litter box before 2:00pm today so that I can bring the sample to the vet and they can tell me if Georgie is actually better or still has a UTI. This task is complicated by two things:
1. Georgie is not fond of the plastic wrap, it makes her feeties feel funny.
2. Hay and I must attend a birthday party that is approximately 45 minutes away which starts at 11:00am.
Time is not on my side.
Update: Short version is that Hay scared Georgie (totally by mistake, but to our benefit) and she peed in the box. I took the sample to the vet and the verdict is that she needs 2 weeks more medication. 
They’re upping her steroid. She’s going to be The Hulk when she’s done with this thing! I misunderstood what Hay told me. The vet actually eliminated the steroid and now Georgie will only take an antibiotic and a muscle relaxer. Such a champ! She’s being all cute on the couch next to me. She says hi to everyone.
I remind you all that there is a contest in effect. You should enter. It’s fun. If you don’t enter then I think you don’t like me. If your obstacles are that you think you don’t know me well enough or that you don’t want to win a prize then my magical words to you are: Don’t worry about it. The quiz is impossibly difficult in a very fun way, so please try it. And if you don’t want me knowing where you live I’ll gladly send you an electronic gift if you win. So, do the quiz! Go! Get!
Direct link to the quiz: clickie
Direct link to explanation of the contest: clickie some more