My Feline Friend

Hi everyone,

Earlier this summer, our new neighbors in the back moved in.  They have two cats, a male and a female.  The female is named Dicey and the male is named Marley (think Jacob Marley).  Marley looks remarkably like my cat, Heather (she's a tabby....I think....) and Dicey is sort of a tuxedo cat (she is black and white).  She sort of looks like this one:

The little darling comes back and forth through an opening in our neighbor's fence and wanders through our yard (and other yards).  I've made friends with her, and she'll let me pet her while she rubs against my back, purring happily.  

Last night, I had finished the ritual and started to go up our hill to go back inside.  I happened to look behind me, and lo and behold, a certain somebody was following me up the hill!  I kept walking and she followed.

She went under two of our vehicles and then came out to where the sidewalk met the driveway.  She looked at me, and as I walked up the sidewalk, what did she do?  Came walking right after me like  duckling.

Uh oh.

I stepped up onto the front step and she stopped.  I carefully opened the storm and front door and closed it behind me, slightly afraid that she was going to come in.  She had hopped onto the front step and waited there, like she was going to be let in.  My mom, brother and I looked through the screen door at her.  It was like she thought I was her owner or something.

At last, my brother and I decided that we needed to get her back home.  She had owners after all. So I stepped outside and just as I expected, she immediately followed me back down the hill, although she was slightly wary of the tall broad-shouldered boy that was following us.  

We led her back down the hill and to the opening in the fence.  One problem.

She didn't want to go.

And the owners were in their backyard, sitting at a table and chatting with each other.

Uh oh.

After repeatedly whispering for her to go home, we finally managed to coax her into slipping her little furry body under the slot and into her own backyard.  Mission accomplished.

You can tell how much excitement we get around here.

Kidding.  Everybody has more than one exciting moment in their life!  What?

Soli Deo Gloria

Works For Me Wednesday

For this Wednesday, I decided to do a WFMW, because I had something that,well, worked for me! *Grins*

Seriously though, it does work for you.....it's a recipe from Alton Brown for peanut butter fudge that you make in the microwave!

That's right, folks. No boiling ingredients in pots and pans or candy thermometers. All you need is:

1 cup butter, plus more for greasing pan

1 cup peanut butter

1 teaspoon vanilla

1 pound powdered sugar

1 microwave

Directions:

Microwave butter and peanut butter for 2 minutes on high. Stir and microwave on high for 2 more minutes. Add vanilla and powdered sugar to peanut butter mixture and stir to combine with a wooden spoon. Pour into a buttered 8 by 8-inch pan lined with waxed paper. Place a second piece of waxed paper on the surface of the fudge and refrigerate until cool. Cut into 1-inch pieces and store in an airtight container for up to a week.

And look what you get in the end!

(In a note of trivia, this is actually a photo of the Alton Brown fudge that somebody else made and "flickred.")

Have fun and bon apetit!

Soli Deo Gloria!

Pics From The Rebelution

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A Google Poem

Googled (2.0) by Douglas Groothius

No books or bookstores,

just Google.

No libraries or librarians,

just Google.

No articles to clip and file,

just Google.

No academic search engines,

just Google.

No conversations,

just Google.

It ranks, rates,

never hesitates:

Google.

It tells what is real,

tells us how to feel:

Google.

I googled Google,

and got Google.

I googled myself

and found myself

Googled.

Soli Deo Gloria!

Friday Funnies

"Pardon me, would you have any Grey Poupon?"

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Something's Up With My Nose.....

Hi everyone,

I looked through my grandfather's books a week ago, and as I did, I would pick up a book or two and smell it.  I like the smell of old books, provided there's not too much dust to make you cough.

 

I opened one, and as I sniffed it, I thought to myself, "This smells like a book that was made in the 1970s."  So I turned to the second or third page of the book, where all the copyright information was printed.  Lo and behold, that book was printed in the 1970s!  How weird is that???

I tried another book, but my nose just wasn't as good.  I got the years off by a decade or so.

My mother always did say though, that I had the nose of the basset hound.  ; )

Soli Deo Gloria!

Fried Oreos....

Yes, that's right, folks. 

Fried Oreos.

On the front of the newspaper today, an article talked about how one of the popular carnival foods at a nearby fire company carnival is a delicacy known as fried Oreos.  It's exactly as the name implies: Oreos that get deep-fried in batter and then sprinkled with powdered sugar.  It's like chocolate funnel cake.

My mom is grossed out.  My brother is grossed out.  I don't know what to say....they look kinda gross.  The name definitely sounds gross.  It sounds like fried chicken gone overboard.  I think for now, I'm gonna stick to funnel cake and fried chicken.

What do you think?  Yum, or yuck?

Soli Deo Gloria!