good! I figgered ya had, just couldn't pass that up
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Awe. How sad. Tell them I'm sorry for their loss. Just 2 days after Kadly's died.
Not to me, some like the cornbread pancakes, but not me.
Yea. No more drunk slurring stupified phone calls. hehehehe. That was a HORRIBLE hangover. ugh. I'm too old for those.good! I figgered ya had, just couldn't pass that up
I have to admit I let some stress get the best of me.
Corn does not belong in bread. Me no likey. Unless it has jalapenos in it and it's slathered with butter. And served with a big platter of seafood.
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((((((((Kadly)))))))) sorry hun.
it happens. I've been meaning to ask how your Easter was. Hope everything went great!! I love me some cornbread if it's done in a CI skillet. Really love cowboy cornbread. Creamed corn (which I hate, except in this cuz it's not snotty), bacon, jalapenos, green onion, garlic, cilantro, trying to remember if there is anything else. All that goes in the cornbread batter, then bake.
By the way Cromwell, there is a holiday made just for you, and it is today. April 21st if the official Get Off My Lawn Day!
Seriously! Well, OK, maybe not quite, it's actually called Keep Off The Grass Day, but close enough, right?https://www.checkiday.com/175e3fb3697d0c7d22dd40150e04608d/keep-off-the-grass-day
Sounds like perfect cornbread to me! Also goes good with ham and beans.
Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)
PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.
PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.
Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.
A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.
This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
Thanks. Mentioned it over in the other thread but not here. But it was for the best really. I know how Lannie and Rich are feeling though.
@Lannie and @Draconigena
(((((Rich and Lannie)))))))) he was absolutely an adorable kitten! Beautiful cat, but I'm so allergic to long hairs. I'm glad for him that you were with him.Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)
PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.
PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.
Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.
A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.
This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
It was good but it wiped me out
it happens. I've been meaning to ask how your Easter was. Hope everything went great!! I love me some cornbread if it's done in a CI skillet. Really love cowboy cornbread. Creamed corn (which I hate, except in this cuz it's not snotty), bacon, jalapenos, green onion, garlic, cilantro, trying to remember if there is anything else. All that goes in the cornbread batter, then bake.
good! Was hopin it would be a great time but yeah, figgered you'd be worn out. Rest up tonite and tomorrow so you can come to church Sunday. We gotta plan a time when we can get together and visit.
What a beautiful post that was, really touching and heart felt.Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)
PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.
PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.
Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.
A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.
This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
Sorry for your loss
Sorry for your loss too KadlyThanks. Mentioned it over in the other thread but not here. But it was for the best really. I know how Lannie and Rich are feeling though.
I miss all my furry budies I have lost over the years...
He was beautiful Rich. I'm sorry for your loss.Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)
PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.
PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.
Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.
A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.
This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
You better leg it.
Nice!!!
You're welcome ma chérie!
Hmmm, need to get me some more beans, only have about a pound left to roast.
rut-roh......that's cuttin it way too close!You're welcome ma chérie!
Hmmm, need to get me some more beans, only have about a pound left to roast.
Just grind up some pintos?You're welcome ma chérie!
Hmmm, need to get me some more beans, only have about a pound left to roast.
navy beans then? Or maybe Garbonzo's?
Either one works if they're cooked, with white beans I'll make frito lay bean dip, and with chick peas, I'll make hummus!
It occurs to me that this picture applies to both the Ford Pinto, and of beans of various types including pintos...
It occurs to me that this picture applies to both the Ford Pinto, and of beans of various types including pintos...
lmao! Jup it does. My brother had an orange one. Omggggg those were horrible cars, closely followed by the Pacer with all that glass to slice you up real good in an accident, then the Gremlin!
Actually, not quite 17 years old, but close enough. I posted this on the "We Love Cats" thread, but because it was brought up here, I figure I probably should put it here too:
In Memory of the Phantom Jet (PJ)
PJ was born Summer 2000 in Redmond, Orygun. One day we were going into Albertson's for some groceries and a couple kids were sitting outside the front doors with a box of tiny gray kittens. Being the type with a irresistible attraction to kitties, I had to stop and check them out. Of course they wanted to give us some. One, who had a broken tail about an inch up from the end, reached up for me, so I picked him up and he snuggled into my beard (kittens seem to do this to me a lot). I told the kid we had to do our shopping first, but that if this particular one was still there when we came out, I'd take him home with us. When we came out, he was the only one left in the box. Apparently the kids were saving him for us. He came home with us. He seemed to love our house and all the other cats and dogs and raced around at warp speed. Lannie named him after her favorite airplane at the time: Phantom Jet. Well, that quickly became just PJ and occasionally even Peej.
PJ came with us when we moved to South Dakota four years later and seemed to love living on the farm. While he was mostly a house cat, he spent a great deal of his time outside chasing birds, mice, and little rabbits.
Then PJ had a stroke and lost most of the feeling in his right side. That happened several years ago. He still was a great and loving house cat and made every attempt to play and to love on us and to be loved by us.
A few weeks ago, PJ seemed to lose his appetite and started finding cool and dark places in the house (in the bathtub, behind the toilet, under the bed) to hide out and, because we had experienced this before with previous cats, we knew he wasn't long for this world. Finally, he just couldn't eat at all and relegated himself to the basement. Finally, last night, while I was talking to him downstairs, he took his final breath and left this plane of existence at 10:30 PM MDST. By modern calculations of human years to cat years, he would have been approximately 83 years old.
This morning I buried him in the garden, right next to the Cat Mint bush with the other two boys who moved here with us (Killer and Kato). He had a long and happy life with us and we will miss this little person dearly.
Beautiful post! Sorry for both your loss, Dracogenia and Lannie! Great pics and thanks for sharing!
Again sorry for your loss as well Kad! I hope everything went as well as it could have.
How was the match?
You know it! that's ok, you will be
All in good time....all in good time
Howdy Deb!
No need to swipe that one, that little guy can be found right in the stock smilies for this site
It is a cute little guy though!
Hey Kad! Hows it going?
Woopsy.Howdy Deb!
No need to swipe that one, that little guy can be found right in the stock smilies for this site
It is a cute little guy though!
I've got a horrible case of hiccups......they just will not go away. Usually I can git rid of em by holding my breath.
Jup thanks. I knew about em, just always forget about emAlso Deb, so can a bunch of other cute animals, if you know where to look...
Also Deb, so can a bunch of other cute animals, if you know where to look...
The beaver is my favorite...and before that gets us off on that tangent again...its because Im Canadian...well...it can be 2 reasons
likely story......ya coulda said the moose yanno lolThe beaver is my favorite...and before that gets us off on that tangent again...its because Im Canadian...well...it can be 2 reasons
Only song I can think of with Friday in it...have a case of the after work stupids
Moose is delicious...but then again...ahhh nevermind...I'll quit while Im ahead
Nothing to see here
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Speaking of beavers...The beaver is my favorite...and before that gets us off on that tangent again...its because Im Canadian...well...it can be 2 reasons
HAHAHA That gag always gets me
Hide and seek????
Found her!!!! Im not "it" anymore!!!!
oh that's a horrible pic.....of me anyhow, but it worked!
