Critters, and a New One Moving In

This is Scottie. He found the doors open to this cabinet and decided to climb in among all my books and papers. I definitely need to clean out this cabinet, as you can see. This is where I keep most of my cookbooks and recipes. There are also some phone books, a Road Atlas, and the church directory.  Sometimes I'll find  a recipe in a magazine or in the newspaper and I'll cut it out and it gets tossed in there. Chances are I may never make it. With the computer now and being able to find about any recipe you can imagine, it makes having cookbooks about obsolete, but some people love their cookbooks. I even have a favorite. It's the Pillsbury cookbook. Everything I've ever made from it has been good.

This is Rusty who is soon going to be a member of our family. I picked him out at the Animal Shelter. I thought for sure someone would come in and claim him but they haven't yet. They give owners 5 days to claim them. He is so sweet and loving. He was brought in wearing a nice collar and he's a very clean dog and well behaved, so I'm sure he had an owner somewhere out there. However he is supposed to be neutered tomorrow and then I'll be able to pick him up on Friday. He loves other people and other dogs, but I don't know how he will be with cats. We'll find out when I get him home! I went over yesterday and took him some Chicken McNuggets and I took him for a walk. He ate very gently and delicately. When I was filling out a bunch of paperwork he kept putting his front paws on my legs so finally I just picked him up and sit him in my lap where he was perfectly content. I can't imagine that there isn't someone out there looking for this little guy. Then again, the shelter is full of animals that are so pretty, sweet, and loving. It's a shame that many of them will not be adopted. The Humane Society does go in and takes a lot of them out and transports them to larger towns with larger Humane Societies, so that a lot more get adopted and don't get put down. 

I am calling this one Rusty because of his color. I have no idea how old he is, but maybe a vet can tell me. I'm sure it'll take awhile for him to get used to being called Rusty! When I first saw him and I took him outside on a leash and walked him around, and then I picked him up and he didn't complain at all about that, and then I sit him back down and I asked him if he knew what "Sit" meant. He immediately put his paws on my legs and looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and I said, "I'll take him!".

Homer

This is my friend Homer, who turned 89 back on December 2nd. He owns the farm where I feed the stray cats every day. I love to listen to Homer talk about the old days and the things that have happened to him in his life. His wife passed away almost 2 years ago. I know he gets lonesome so I try to stop in and visit with him when I can. I know some people don't care to listen to the old folks since they tend to maybe tell you the same story several times. That's okay. I enjoy hearing about the old days. My Dad would have loved talking to Homer! 

Homer was telling me that he once drove a frieght line. It only went on an 11 mile run. He said he used a team of 6 mules to pull the wagon. If someone wanted to ride on the trip he charged them a dime.  It's hard to imagine a trip over a rocky/dirt road at that time of 11 miles. Today in a car 11 miles is nothing. I'm sure it was quite the adventure back then.

I made this cake for Homer for his birthday. It's an Italian Cream Cake, 3 layers with frosting between each one, and coconut and pecan bits pressed onto the sides. I asked him how it tasted and he said it was wonderful and didn't last no time. Homer likes cake, and at the age of 89, I think he ought to be able to eat as much cake as he wants! Don't you agree?

It's True, It's True, It's True!



A recent sunset!

I'm a very lazy blogger

It's true, it's true, it's true

But I do think often of my blogging friends

And you know this means you.

My Christmas was good

Spent with neighbors so sweet

I ate until I was well stuffed

Nearly having to be helped to my feet!

The New Year came 

With nothing much going on

I did hear some celebrating booms

As soon as the old year was gone.

We have had warm days

And we have had some rain

That turned into sleet and then snow,

That was just a pain!

Our weather is usually mild

So when the wind blows hard and long

Making the wind chill factor go down

You just feel chilled to the bone.

Over this holiday time

My husband has been puny

With vomiting and a fever

Making me quite looney.

He's feeling much better now

After antibioitics through and through

So life is back to normal here

I wish all the best to you.

I'll hopefully be blogging more

And keeping you up with the latest 

Hoping all is well with everyone

And hoping your 2012 is the greatest!