My cat, Twilight, just over a year old, has never had an accident outside her litter box, EVER.
Then last night, I noticed she was on top of the coffee table, scratching my purse, so I picked her up, and she peed on me! That's right, she was about to do her business right on top of my purse. So there I stood shouting and cursing, while my husband sat on the couch giggling.
So this morning, I got out of bed and began to get dressed and happen to notice the cat on my bed, scratching at the sheets. This seemed odd to me, so I walked over, and SHE HAD PEED ON MY BED. Right where I friggin sleep.
She hates me. I would say that she has officially gone out of her way to make that good and clear. Ugh.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Vintage Kitsch Couture - My New Business & Blog!
I started a new blog for my business at www.vintagekitschcouture.com
It's all about retro sewing, vintage patterns, general sewing, and etc. I'm so excited!
I just finished sewing a two piece dress from a vintage 1940 sewing pattern and an awesome bed for my little dog. These are both on my new website!
It's all about retro sewing, vintage patterns, general sewing, and etc. I'm so excited!
I just finished sewing a two piece dress from a vintage 1940 sewing pattern and an awesome bed for my little dog. These are both on my new website!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Birthday Outing
Getting sooooo excited... Trent & I are leaving for my 2 night Birthday-Casino-Extravaganza in just a few hours, to be immediately followed by Friday family birthday Benihana night!!! Heeeehawwww!!!!
Now I just need a birthday dress... hmmm...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Ice Man Cometh... the Ice Man Leave Presents...
Here was my other discovery when I walked downstairs this morning. You know things that make you just kinda stop in your tracks and think, "what the... huh?"
So I did a little detective work.
Based on the evidence that would found at the scene, it would seem that my husband, aka The Ice Man" had some sort of "ice accident."
It would have to be so, for I know that my hubby (aka The Trent) would never leave a mess all over the kitchen for me to clean up.
Alas, if I attempt to piece the clues together, this is what I believe must have happened. It would appear that as he entered the kitchen the freezer door flew open. The icebox growled and glowed a la Ghostbusters with every intention to ice Trent to death. In a moment which was both heroic and brave, he grabbed the first weapon within his reach... a blue plastic wine glass. The icebox balked. The icebox drew it's courage. The icebox spat and spewed enormous honkin chunks of ice at Trent. With one motion Trent (aka The Ice Man) caught said ice in the mouth of the plastic vessel and released it flying through the air to the sink. The Ice Man vanished to save himself and the icebox melted.
That's my theory anyway.
So I did a little detective work.
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| Plastic wine glass overflowing with ice in my kitchen sink |
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| The lake on my kitchen floor |
It would have to be so, for I know that my hubby (aka The Trent) would never leave a mess all over the kitchen for me to clean up.
Alas, if I attempt to piece the clues together, this is what I believe must have happened. It would appear that as he entered the kitchen the freezer door flew open. The icebox growled and glowed a la Ghostbusters with every intention to ice Trent to death. In a moment which was both heroic and brave, he grabbed the first weapon within his reach... a blue plastic wine glass. The icebox balked. The icebox drew it's courage. The icebox spat and spewed enormous honkin chunks of ice at Trent. With one motion Trent (aka The Ice Man) caught said ice in the mouth of the plastic vessel and released it flying through the air to the sink. The Ice Man vanished to save himself and the icebox melted.
That's my theory anyway.
Highlighters, My Stinkin' Dogs & Martha Stewart
This morning I woke up and got ready for my day then went downstairs. It was just like any other morning, except I found this:
That's right. That's my couch. And that's bright orange highlighter (I threw the chewed up highlighter away before taking the pic but it was lying right smack in the middle of the couch).
Okay, so it doesn't look too bad I figure. So I grab some damp towels and start frantically scrubbing:
Oh LOOK! Highlighter SMEARS! Grrrrrr...
Lemme just say this. I own Martha Stewart's Homekeeping Handbook: The Essential Guide to Caring for Everything in Your Home
. My mother got it for me for Christmas the year that I bought my house. I think it was a hint. In fact, when I think of it, she got me some cookbooks when she was trying to convince me (after 6 months) to stop cooking out of an electric skillet and buy a stove. And, now that I think about all the other books she has gotten me on landscaping, cooking, housekeeping, and interior design/home improvement... I'm pretty friggin positive it was a big hint.
I will say, this actually is a pretty nice book to own. I have used it alot when it comes to laundry. There's a huge section on laundry that tells what you actually can and cannot launder, how to launder unusual things like down comforters and things marked "dry clean" at home (I don't like paying for dry cleaning), and also has a nice section on removing certain stains. Let me just say, this: MARTHA DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW TO REMOVE HIGHLIGHTER FROM UPHOLSTERY! What the crap?
I went to the basement and looked around. My choices for stain removal were "Goop" or "Spray n' Wash". I grabbed the Spray N' Wash. Seemed like it would be easier and a little less messy than the former. Anyway, after oranging up 6 rags and a lot of scrubbing, I was left with a light orange area. It actually worked pretty well; pretty well because we have a brown couch. I shudder to think what it would have looked like had it been white.
I noticed afterwards that there were little orange footprints all over the wood floor and the kitchen floor. If that wasn't enough evidence as to who the culprit was:
Please allow me to to summarize the above with one final statement: MARTHA DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW TO REMOVE HIGHLIGHTER FROM PUGS! (He's gonna have this new hairdo for a while)
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Okay, so it doesn't look too bad I figure. So I grab some damp towels and start frantically scrubbing:
Oh LOOK! Highlighter SMEARS! Grrrrrr...
Lemme just say this. I own Martha Stewart's Homekeeping Handbook: The Essential Guide to Caring for Everything in Your Home
. My mother got it for me for Christmas the year that I bought my house. I think it was a hint. In fact, when I think of it, she got me some cookbooks when she was trying to convince me (after 6 months) to stop cooking out of an electric skillet and buy a stove. And, now that I think about all the other books she has gotten me on landscaping, cooking, housekeeping, and interior design/home improvement... I'm pretty friggin positive it was a big hint. I will say, this actually is a pretty nice book to own. I have used it alot when it comes to laundry. There's a huge section on laundry that tells what you actually can and cannot launder, how to launder unusual things like down comforters and things marked "dry clean" at home (I don't like paying for dry cleaning), and also has a nice section on removing certain stains. Let me just say, this: MARTHA DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW TO REMOVE HIGHLIGHTER FROM UPHOLSTERY! What the crap?
I went to the basement and looked around. My choices for stain removal were "Goop" or "Spray n' Wash". I grabbed the Spray N' Wash. Seemed like it would be easier and a little less messy than the former. Anyway, after oranging up 6 rags and a lot of scrubbing, I was left with a light orange area. It actually worked pretty well; pretty well because we have a brown couch. I shudder to think what it would have looked like had it been white.
I noticed afterwards that there were little orange footprints all over the wood floor and the kitchen floor. If that wasn't enough evidence as to who the culprit was:
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| Mr. Dayglow Himself |
Monday, June 13, 2011
1 Week Old Baby Chickens!!!!
The babies are starting to grow their feathers. It is AMAZING how quick these little things grow. They are one week old today and soooo cute.
We ordered a set of three rare breeds from My Pet Chicken. We always order from them because you can order as little as three regular sized chickens or as little as five miniature chickens (Bantams). Additionally, they will sex the chickens for you, so we have never had to worry about ending up with roosters.
Basically the rare breed collection that we ordered means that we ordered three and they surprise from a list of rare breeds based on what had a good hatch the week of shipment. So here's who we got.
This is a photo of the strangest looking little girl. Her name is Bubbles. And as if there were any doubt, seeing as how it looks like someone circumcised her head, she is of the Naked Neck (aka Turken) Breed. The alternate name comes from the fact that they look like a cross between a chicken and a turkey. Here she is:
The photos have a bit of a red tinge to them because of the heat lamp right above the brooder box. I have to hold them over the box when I take their picture because they are wiggly little things and they will wiggle right out of your hands. I don't want one of them to fall and get hurt.
It's a little strange petting Bubbles. She has a nice tuft of furry feathers on the top of her head but then you get to her neck and chest and it's very thin, wrinkly, and slightly transparent skin that moves as you run your finger over it.
It's anybody's guess as to what color she will end up being, but here's a picture (and an article) of an adult black naked neck chicken. Tee hee hee.
Our next little girl is Cotton Candy, courtesy of my 5-year old step-minion, Jack. We believe that she's another Buff Brahma, based on her coloring and the feathering on her feet. We have one Buff Brahma already, named Buffy, and she's a wonderful bird. It's a real delight to get another. Here's a couple photos of our new little one:
Cotton Candy, aka "Cotton", will grow up to be a nicely feathered, stout and round bird. They carry themselves very proudly, and their coloring is quite different as an adult. There is a picture of one here.
And the last of the bunch is Daphne, courtesy of my other step-minion, Wyatt, who is very into Scooby Doo at the moment. She is what we believe to be a Buckeye. What makes that really cool is that the bird originates from this great state of Ohio, the only breed developed by a lady, and is an endangered breed.
You can see a picture of a bearded guy holding an adult Buckeye Chicken at the website for The American Livestock Breeds Conservancy. I didn't know this group existed till I was searching for her breed on the net, it's a quite interesting site really.
And finally, here is a photo of the whole group of them. Every time I come around they go running away and huddle in the corner. They're not quite used to me yet!
We ordered a set of three rare breeds from My Pet Chicken. We always order from them because you can order as little as three regular sized chickens or as little as five miniature chickens (Bantams). Additionally, they will sex the chickens for you, so we have never had to worry about ending up with roosters.
Basically the rare breed collection that we ordered means that we ordered three and they surprise from a list of rare breeds based on what had a good hatch the week of shipment. So here's who we got.
This is a photo of the strangest looking little girl. Her name is Bubbles. And as if there were any doubt, seeing as how it looks like someone circumcised her head, she is of the Naked Neck (aka Turken) Breed. The alternate name comes from the fact that they look like a cross between a chicken and a turkey. Here she is:
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| Bubbles - She is such a sweet little girl |
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| Bubbles - Getting her wings! |
It's a little strange petting Bubbles. She has a nice tuft of furry feathers on the top of her head but then you get to her neck and chest and it's very thin, wrinkly, and slightly transparent skin that moves as you run your finger over it.
It's anybody's guess as to what color she will end up being, but here's a picture (and an article) of an adult black naked neck chicken. Tee hee hee.
Our next little girl is Cotton Candy, courtesy of my 5-year old step-minion, Jack. We believe that she's another Buff Brahma, based on her coloring and the feathering on her feet. We have one Buff Brahma already, named Buffy, and she's a wonderful bird. It's a real delight to get another. Here's a couple photos of our new little one:
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| I have to hold her a little snugger cause she's a real wiggler. |
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| Her coloring is much darker than the other two, but that will change when they get older |
And the last of the bunch is Daphne, courtesy of my other step-minion, Wyatt, who is very into Scooby Doo at the moment. She is what we believe to be a Buckeye. What makes that really cool is that the bird originates from this great state of Ohio, the only breed developed by a lady, and is an endangered breed.
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| Daphne |
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| Pretty little Daphne |
And finally, here is a photo of the whole group of them. Every time I come around they go running away and huddle in the corner. They're not quite used to me yet!
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| Little bundles of fluff |
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Feeding Time
We have separate feeding dishes for the cat (Twilight), the little dog (Twister) and the big dog (Timber).
However, you would never know it. This is not Twilight or Twister's dish:
Look at the little guy stretch!
However, you would never know it. This is not Twilight or Twister's dish:
It is actually Timber's dish:
Look at the little guy stretch!
Power Outage in the 'Nati
Last night we got hit with severe thunder storms. I was out when my husband called to let me know that the power was out. Turns out that since the power was out, the heat lamp over the baby chicks brooder was also not working so he was holding them to keep them warm (awwww...)
The power came back on about the time that I got home and we put them back in their box. Later that night, at precisely, oh 4 in the morning, there was a huge crash of lighting followed by sounds a frightened children crying out for dad. The power went out again.
I thought nothing of it and just rolled back over to continue my sweet dreams when my husband came back in the room and asked what we were going to do about the baby chicks... crap.
So, in the pitch black dark mind you, I, alone, took a small battery powered candle (in 2 years we have still apparently been unable to replace the batteries in our 3 flashlights) and crept down to the dark and creepy basement ALONE to find a box and gather the baby chicks (I am not afraid of ghosts so much as huge creepy crawly spiders).
I gathered the chicks and got the heck out of the basement and made my way back up to the bedroom. I put a towel in the box for the chicks to sit on. Then in a moment of genious I grabbed a pack of air activated foot warmers out of my dresser drawer and placed them in the box to keep the chickies warm for the night. Those things have been in my drawer for about 10 years now. It pays to be a packrat sometimes.
The power was back on by morning, the chicks all survived, the children were able to continue listening to their Charlie Brown Christmas Music nonstop again, I got woken up at the ugly crack of dawn, and everything was back to normal here at the plantation.
The power came back on about the time that I got home and we put them back in their box. Later that night, at precisely, oh 4 in the morning, there was a huge crash of lighting followed by sounds a frightened children crying out for dad. The power went out again.
I thought nothing of it and just rolled back over to continue my sweet dreams when my husband came back in the room and asked what we were going to do about the baby chicks... crap.
So, in the pitch black dark mind you, I, alone, took a small battery powered candle (in 2 years we have still apparently been unable to replace the batteries in our 3 flashlights) and crept down to the dark and creepy basement ALONE to find a box and gather the baby chicks (I am not afraid of ghosts so much as huge creepy crawly spiders).
I gathered the chicks and got the heck out of the basement and made my way back up to the bedroom. I put a towel in the box for the chicks to sit on. Then in a moment of genious I grabbed a pack of air activated foot warmers out of my dresser drawer and placed them in the box to keep the chickies warm for the night. Those things have been in my drawer for about 10 years now. It pays to be a packrat sometimes.
The power was back on by morning, the chicks all survived, the children were able to continue listening to their Charlie Brown Christmas Music nonstop again, I got woken up at the ugly crack of dawn, and everything was back to normal here at the plantation.
Friday, June 10, 2011
The Baby Chicks
The new baby chicks arrived early on Tuesday morning. I raced up to the Post Office like a kid on Christmas morning excited to pick up the new babies. Other Post Office customers were smiling. Baby chicks are pure happiness.
Luckily, this is our second set of chicks, so we already had all of the equipment neccessary (brooder box, chick feeder, waterer and heat lamp). I got them all set up for the day, but still wished that one of my hens was still broody.
Later that evening, before bed, I grabbed Bluebell and put her in the brooder box with them and turned off the heat lamp. Bluebell is a very loving and shy Black Silkie. I set her down, and she just stood there looking at me like I was a total idiot. Finally all the chicks discovered how warm it was underneath her (perhaps with my hints, or as my husband put it, "did you push them under her?" fyi - I did not) and began to gather under her belly. Hesitantly, I decided it was okay to leave them for a bit and routinely I went back down and checked on them. Then, at bedtime, my husband said, "are you just going to leave them there?!" So, I ran down and Bluebell was still sitting there allowing the new babies to sleep under her. She seemed all nice, content and motherly. I smiled.
So, I went back up to bed and told my husband that they were all fine. It seemed we had an adoptive mother on hour hands. And I love to know when I'm right. He informed me that I was going to be "real sorry" when we woke up and they were dead.
In the morning, I got up and went down to the basement to check up. Bluebell got up, stretched her legs and got herself a drink of water... then peck, peck, peck, she decided it was time to kill them. What the? (luckily there were zero injuries or mortalities in this apparently stupid experiment) Needless to say, I immediately removed her from the box and I am now once again a proud and doting mother hen.
Luckily, this is our second set of chicks, so we already had all of the equipment neccessary (brooder box, chick feeder, waterer and heat lamp). I got them all set up for the day, but still wished that one of my hens was still broody.
Later that evening, before bed, I grabbed Bluebell and put her in the brooder box with them and turned off the heat lamp. Bluebell is a very loving and shy Black Silkie. I set her down, and she just stood there looking at me like I was a total idiot. Finally all the chicks discovered how warm it was underneath her (perhaps with my hints, or as my husband put it, "did you push them under her?" fyi - I did not) and began to gather under her belly. Hesitantly, I decided it was okay to leave them for a bit and routinely I went back down and checked on them. Then, at bedtime, my husband said, "are you just going to leave them there?!" So, I ran down and Bluebell was still sitting there allowing the new babies to sleep under her. She seemed all nice, content and motherly. I smiled.
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| Bluebell & the Chicks |
In the morning, I got up and went down to the basement to check up. Bluebell got up, stretched her legs and got herself a drink of water... then peck, peck, peck, she decided it was time to kill them. What the? (luckily there were zero injuries or mortalities in this apparently stupid experiment) Needless to say, I immediately removed her from the box and I am now once again a proud and doting mother hen.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Goetz Nano Plantation & Estate
According to research that I have conducted on the internet a micro-farm is defined as, "as little as an acre." Our estate consists of a whopping 0.245 acres, i.e. "nano-plantation" (or for those not of my world, nano-farm). What I actually refer to as "the farm" is the basement, where the chickens live.
We have four wonderful pet chickens living in our basement, and three baby chicks that joined our posse two days ago. Added to the seven birds, we also have one cat and two dogs, as well as two aquariums. I really want to get a miniature pig, but I'm afraid that might make the neighbors start looking. I'm sure they've already been looking withmy husband the chickens running around the backyard all the time.
I really really want a farm, but until that becomes a reality I have been practicing at the home I have. And seeing as how I'm pretty klutsy, uncoordinated, and somewhat absentminded, I surprisingly do not have a green thumb.
I finally planted a garden and made an attempt at landscaping my yard. I went out yesterday to admire my new plants popping up in my shade garden under the Persimmon Tree. In other words, I was going to start this blog yesterday but a bird pooped on me... to which my loving hubby smiled and said, "awesome."
We have four wonderful pet chickens living in our basement, and three baby chicks that joined our posse two days ago. Added to the seven birds, we also have one cat and two dogs, as well as two aquariums. I really want to get a miniature pig, but I'm afraid that might make the neighbors start looking. I'm sure they've already been looking with
I really really want a farm, but until that becomes a reality I have been practicing at the home I have. And seeing as how I'm pretty klutsy, uncoordinated, and somewhat absentminded, I surprisingly do not have a green thumb.
I finally planted a garden and made an attempt at landscaping my yard. I went out yesterday to admire my new plants popping up in my shade garden under the Persimmon Tree. In other words, I was going to start this blog yesterday but a bird pooped on me... to which my loving hubby smiled and said, "awesome."
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