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Angry and tired. And tired of being angry. Still in The Struggle.

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That sounds yummy!

I think I'll try this next time. I'm making another white wine pork stew tonight, pieced together from a few recipes I found online. Basically, I browned up the stew meat and set it aside. Then took 2T butter and sauteed a small onion, two chopped celery stalks, and about a clove of chopped garlic, and set aside. Put in about a 1/2 cup of white wine, a cup of chicken broth, and a can of diced tomatoes, and scrapped off the brown bits. Then I mixed another 1/2 cup of chicken broth with about 2T of flour, added it to the liquid; added all the rest of the cooked foods plus a few small potatoes, two cut-up carrots and the last of the parsnips from last summer's garden. Sprinkled in some Herbs de Provence and added a bay leaf, brought it all to a boil; covered it and brought it down to a simmer. It's still cooking and smells divine! I'll simmer it for an hour and see what it tastes like, might go an hour and a half. But I'm hungry, so it might get short-changed.

Personal testimony on the Thundershirt:

Honey's behavior is like night and day! She would get up and sniff around the kitchen, then come in the living room and chew a bone or throw a toy around, then sit on the couch for a few minutes, then hear a cat in the spare room and pop up to investigate, then sniff kitchen/chew bone/toss toy/sit down/investigate cats cycle would start all over again. Each cycle lasted about 10 minutes.

With the Thundershirt, she's still herself, not acting drugged, interested in chewing bones and sniffing around, but not she's not OCD about it as she had been. This is the second night in a row we've used it. Tonight she's lying on the floor with Bear, they're both mouthing a mutual toy. Last night she was so relaxed and zoned out one of the cats (who haven't really left the spare room in two weeks) came out and meowed loudly. Honey lifted her head and whined a little, but then laid her head back down and chilled some more. My sweetheart was highly skeptical but is completely won over. I was kind of skeptical but now can't say enough good things about this product. I'm amazed at how well this has curbed her anxious energy!

I don't believe print is dead.

The Wall Street Journal agrees with me: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424127887323874204578219563353697002.html?fb_action_ids=10151236848743303&fb_action_types=og.recommends&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582

Large bookstore closings may give new life to independent booksellers: http://www.policymic.com/articles/25026/as-barnes-noble-closes-stores-independent-bookstores-may-be-the-ones-to-pick-up-the-slack

And I like a quote I read on fb the other day, attributed to Stephen King. Paraphrased, it said that printed books were threatened by e-media the same way stairs became obsolete with the invention of elevators. I couldn't agree more.

Honey and Bear, a-wrastlin' in the yard.

It started over the chicken.

Quickly escalated into a battle of the titans over the cow.

Finally devolved into pure silliness!

I don't think the majority of people think dogs in the military is "neato."

I'm sure most people see military dogs as necessary for a variety of reasons, including but not limited to bomb detection and the mental well-being of human soldiers who have dogs in their units. These dogs save human soldiers lives in many ways, and as such, many of us are grateful for their inclusion in the ranks as they keep the nation's sons and daughters safer and healthier in dangerous situations.

I am currently owned by two dogs and two cats.

First and foremost by Bear, a chocolate lab/german shepherd mix. Bear was adopted from the Humane Society of South Mississippi. He was a surrender after Katrina; his family's home was damaged and they couldn't find affordable housing that would let them have a dog. He was adopted first by another family who said he didn't get along with children, but having had him for over 6 year now, I am sure it was the children who didn't know how to get along with him. He adores all children and is adored by all the kids in our neighborhood who ask to pet him on every walk we go on. He's traveled with me to/through 23 states and absolutely saved my life when I had a nervous breakdown. We have a mutual adoration society going.

Brand new to the family is Honey, a shepherd mix on the smallish size. She was found nursing 8 puppies on the side of the road in NM about 3 months ago. Puppies were weened about two weeks ago and I adopted her last week. In the span of five days, she's learned to come when called (80% of the time), how to stay on the sidewalk during walkies, "lie down," "stay," "out of the kitchen" and "leave it." She's also well on her way to overcoming her acute fear of getting in cars (about 60% progress in two days). I'm very grateful to have found such an awesome second dog.

Our cats, Izzy and Javier, were left with my boyfriend by his ex who flew them from NY state to CO when she moved out here to live with him but hasn't even asked about them since she moved back 3 years ago. I'm not much of a cat person, but Izzy's pretty sweet (she likes to eat my hair and lick plastic bags). Javi is a PITA, has a meow that sounds like a whiny old Jewish man (a la John Stewart or Billy Chrystal), thinks he's displaced royalty. But he's ours and we love him.

Izzy, tripping out on some awesome catnip

Javi, voguing for the camera

In memorandum:

Ziggy (aka the Ziggster and ZiggyDoodle). This photo was incorporated into a mural in Berthoud, CO. Zig lived only a few years. One of my neighbors fed him some antifreeze-soaked hamburger which killed him. They also killed four other sweet neighborhood dogs. We all knew who did it but we couldn't prove it so that dog-killer is still roaming free while my sweet Zig had his life cut short.

Peaty. Half german shepherd, half great dane (we think, he was HUGE). My son's dog, they grew up together. Peaty was a wanderer, would try to bolt out the door and make for the hills any time he could until the day he was hit by a car. He recovered fine from that at the time, but he had to have both his hips replaced later in life. Peaty lived a full, good life until three years ago when he died at age 14.

Harley, the psycho inbred kitteh I got from a pet store. I knew better but these two horrid people were commenting on how ugly she was. She was a great cat for about 3 days, then we got a second cat. And then the dog arrived and she was never happy again. Unless I sang to her, and then she purred, purred, purred! We lost her about 8 years ago.

Lyle, a lionness among kitties, a phenomenal huntress who spent all of her early years chasing rodents through the meadow of our backyard, and retired at age 10 to an indoor life of leisure when we moved to a slightly less rural area. Gone since 2010.

To our wonderful pets and the joy they bring our lives!

Today was Honey's first day at the dog park.

First of all, she HATES going into cars, has to be picked up and put on the seat. Once in the car, she settles down just fine, pretty much just curls up and sleeps. So we got through that hurdle. (Bear delights in car rides, knows they almost always lead some place awesome for dogs. I'm hoping she learns from him.)

Once at the park and off-leash, she was very shy and wary of other dogs, and stayed very close to me and my boyfriend, or Bear. This illustrates what she thought most of the time:

But after a while, even though she still stayed very close to us, she thought some of the doggie play around her was pretty fun.

Especially when Bear was in the midst of it.

This dog park is 10 acres fenced, with another 5 acres of unfenced trail around it. She experienced bot the fenced (unleashed) area and the unfenced (she on leash, Bear off as I know he won't wander off). She met all kinds of dogs, including huge great danes and huskies and a rolly polly little 13-week-old puppy (who wanted to follow my still-lactating female). By the end of our hour there, she was beginning to get the hang of it, even running up to one dog in the unleashed area very playfully, like she plays with Bear in the yard. I think she's showing great promise for growing up to be a very well-adjusted pooch. She just needs to learn she has a safe and stable home. I'm so happy I can provide that for her!

Dinner disaster!!

Have tried to make chicken soup today. I know, sounds simple, right? Like I haven't made awesome chicken soup a gazillion times in my life!

Mistake #1
But let me witness to you here and now, brothers and sisters: no matter what the internets say, you CANNOT use Rice-A-Roni in a crock pot soup!!!

Ugh, ugh, hard, nasty, pasty bits. Pffft, pffft, icky, poo! Disgusting! The stock was good (homemade a few days ago from a store-bought rotisserie chicken carcass), so I decided to strain it and pick out all the chicken bits. The leftover veggies I'd put in were a complete loss, but I was able to salvage a goodly amount of chicken, which of course had to be rinsed off of the hard, nasty rice kernels. Transferred stock and chicken into a regular stove-top soup pot.

Mistake #2
I needed some veggies. The only fresh veggies I had left were carrots, so I cut up two of those, and also I raided my canned goods pantry, finding only cans of creamed corn (no, I won't put that in my soup, thankyouverymuch), beets (also not a candidate for my chicken soup), and peas. Now, this was a pretty ancient can of peas because I absolutely hate the texture of canned peas. I think my sweetheart brought this can home early in our cohabitation over a year ago and it's languished in the back of the cabinet ever since. But I thought, what the hell, waste not, want not, it's only for soup, I'll throw them in. BIG MISTAKE. Got the soup up to a good boil to cook the carrots and thought, I'll cook up some Rice-A-Roni separate and add it after. Promptly forgot about rolling boil of soup while the R-A-R was cooking. Ended up with basically watery pea soup - perhaps the only pea-based food I hate more than canned peas.

The final nail in the dinner coffin, Mistake #3
But the Rice-A-Roni seemed done - cooked for the full 20 minutes recommended as the longest time to cook on the package - so I decided to throw it in the soup anyway and choke it down in my regular tightwad "waste not, want not" fashion. However, it being done was an optical illusion. I picked up the skillet to empty it into the soup pot and it sloshed out ALL OVER my stove top. Swearing and nearly nauseous from the combined smells of pea soup and burning Rice-A-Roni, I cleaned up the burners and retreated to my computer to share this sad, sad tale of a doomed dinner.

Think I'll order out for pizza.

Here are links to four of the first five stories:

Clevealnd (sic) Police are investigating the death of a 6 year old girl after she was shot in the face

East Anchorage Drive-By Shooting Sends Teenage Girl to Hospital

I could not find a link to this story about a 12-year-old in Bainbridge, GA who shot himself while hunting. However, Bainbridge, GA did experience a drive-by shooting this week which resulted in a 23-year-old being hit, so it's not like gun injury was unknown in this town last week:
Drive-by Shooting in Bainbridge, Georgia

Richmond man shot by 4-year-old dies

Police investigating shooting of 2-year-old boy

I don't have time to google all the incidents listed, but it's off to a good start for internet reporting accuracy when four of the first five stories listed pop up from reputable, local news sites in a simple google search. Feel free to search for the rest yourself and report back to us. I'd like to see the links myself.

I had a doctor at a Walgreens wellness clinic tell me once

that people who went to work sick were too ignorant about public health risks. I told her that they couldn't afford the clinic visit and also the loss of wages from taking time off to go to the doctor. She looked skeptical until I told her that her $100 clinic visit was a whole day's pay for me, plus I didn't have paid sick leave - which is why I waited until I was on death's door before going to see her.
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