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If things are put away properly I can find them…

     I finally got my automatic wrist blood pressure monitor reset.  Couldn’t reset the darned thing for the life of me and couldn’t find the instructions anywhere.  Yesterday, I came across the box it came in, stashed on a shelf in the cellar way, below the upstairs stair treads, and found the instructions inside the box.  They were not in the drawer where I keep all my small appliance, large appliance, and other directions.

     At last, I can remove the blood pressure readings from over a year ago to now and can start fresh!  It was never fun to see the scary readings from the day I had the heart attack.  Now those are gone.  Yay!

     There’s also that problem of what reading belongs to which person…hmmm.  Yes, the time had come to clear the memory.  Heck, the time had come and gone numerous times.

     Now when the Doctor asks me if I’ve been keeping track I can tell him “yes, and this is what the last three readings were,” am I not amazing?  <Giggle>

     You all have a good one!

Another fall recipe

 

     It’s that time of year when gardeners will soon have to harvest what is left of the tomatoes on their vines.  Yes, do harvest those green ones and give this a try.

Green Tomato Chutney

 

  • 2 1/2 pounds firm green tomatoes, about 6 cups diced
  • 1 cup golden raisins
  • 1 cup chopped onion
  • 1 1/2 cups light brown sugar, firmly packed
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/4 cups cider vinegar
  • 1 tablespoon mixed pickling spices
  • 1 teaspoon chili powder
  • 1 tablespoon chopped crystallized ginger

Preparation:

Trim the stem and blossom ends from tomatoes and cut into 3/4-inch dice (you should have about 6 cups). Combine all ingredients in a heavy kettle; bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and cook for about 1 hour, until thickened.
Spoon chutney into hot sterilized jars, leaving 1/4-inch head space; wipe jar rims. Cover at once with metal lids, and screw on bands. Process for 15 minutes in a boiling-water canner, or 20 minutes for altitudes of 1001 to 6,000 feet. Over 6,000 feet, process for 25 minutes.

Makes about 3 pints of green tomato chutney.

Booooooooo!

      Maybe I shouldn’t sit here alone and watch scary movies.  That’s an activity best done with company.  Especially on garbage night when all sorts of noises come from the street as scroungers try to hit all the cans before the four different trucks come through and do their pick ups.

     Yes, four pick ups here on a Monday night.  Recycling-cans and bottles by one truck and cardboard and paper by another.  Then there’s the yard waste recycling, which is almost done for the year, and the fourth pick up is regular garbage.  The creepy movie did not go well with spooky noises outside.

     After one bone chilling movie it was certainly a good idea to switch to something lighter.  Comedy channel here I come.

     You all have a good one!

Silverwood is almost here

     Suddenly I have plans to go to the Silverwood.  For those of you who don’t have Bull Terriers, it is the biggest specialty show of the year for Bullies.  It travels so sometimes we do get a chance to go to it.  This year it is in Gettysburg and my friend Linda and I have decided to go for one day on the 13th.

     If you are going, look for us.  We’ll be wandering around without our dogs, snapping tons of pictures, and oohing and awing over all the bullies.

     I can’t wait to see all my FB Bully Lover friends.  If it is chilly, I’ll be the one in the black hoodie with the voodoo doll on it.  😀

I love these two nuts

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Updates for the end of this month

     G’s husband is home from the hospital.  They removed some intestine and part of his liver and will do chemo once his incisions heal.  Gina is thrilled.  The cats are happy, they sure did miss him. 

     After both Gavin and Patty had good check ups and their shots are up to date we’re hoping we have time to catch our breath and let our saving grow a bit before they need to go back again.

     The Curmudgeon still has bad days mixed with the good ones but we all take them in stride.

     My friend Elena is doing well, and delights me every day with an e-mail.

     I am trying to get back to writing but it has been difficult when my energies are scattered in all directions–I hope things are going to settle down now.

     You all have a good one! 

Patty is NOT a Chicken Dog like her brother Gavin.

      Patty had a vet appointment yesterday.  She was a good girl making me very proud.  Talk about a hoot.  She managed to suck up to the vet very quickly by giving her kisses.  Then she pointedly stood on the lift table and stared at the vet waiting for her to turn on the lift and give Miss Patty a ride up.  Patty is such a silly girl.

     Before she realized it, she’d had blood drawn and a shot.  All the while, she still wagged her tail and gave kisses.  What a difference from her brother, Chicken Dog.  Leaving, she insisted on stopping and giving all the girls behind the desk more kisses.  She had to sit in the car, in the crate and wait for me to pay the bill because her Daddy wasn’t up to coming along but she had plenty of patience for that.

You all have a good one!

Fall is here, what do you start to crave at this time of year?

This is the time of year when I begin to crave things like green tomato pie, pumpkin pie, and gingerbread.  I dug out my gingerbread recipe to make some later today.

Gingerbread

1/2 cup white sugar

1/2 cup butter

1 egg

1 cup molasses

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon ground ginger

1/2 teaspoon ground cloves

1/4 teaspoon allspice

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 cup hot water

 

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 9 inch square pan.
  2. In a large bowl, cream together the sugar and butter. Beat in the egg, and mix in the molasses.
  3. In a bowl, sift together the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. Blend into the creamed mixture. Stir in the hot water. Pour into the prepared pan.
  4. Bake 1 hour in the preheated oven, until a knife inserted in the center comes out clean. Allow to cool in pan before serving.

Today’s news

 

G’s husband’s surgery went well, they got all of the tumor in his colon–quite a large one from what she tells me.  Now he needs to heal and then they will go from there as to what they will do.  Chemo was mentioned.  According to G they still consider him stage 4.  We just hope he kicks cancer’s big fat ass and wins.

 

Sad, sad times

  My best friend is devastated, her husband was just diagnosed with stage four cancer.  I have no words just an overwhelming sadness.  A cavernous sorrow for them, our friends of thirty-nine years. 

     All we can do is be there for them as they need us. 

     My posts may become a bit erratic for time… please bear with us.

Blank blankety blanked

     It’s bad enough when I lose a word or my train of thought derails in a fatal wreck.  However, when I draw a blank on what to post here I am truly screwed.

     Banging my head on the keyboard does nothing to knock things loose either, except maybe a few keys.  Screaming only wakes the dogs and The Curmudgeon and makes all three cranky.

     Another cup of coffee…

     Yes, that might do the trick since the dogs and The Curmudgeon woke me a good hour before my alarm would’ve gone off.  At least the Curmudgeon was happy the furniture people brought a replacement for his new chair which decided to fall apart within weeks of arrival.

     I’ve noticed that this chair makes much less noise when he lowers the footrest…

     That’s all I’ve got folks, you have a good one!

Gavin the chicken dog strikes again.

It wasn’t fair that I woke him from a sound sleep.  He was on his back, all four feet in the air, snoring to beat the band when I poked my finger into the crate and tickled his back foot.

“Want to go for a ride in the car?”  (No, I didn’t tell him we were going to the Vet’s office.)

He jumped awake all ready to go.  I don’t know why he loves going for a ride since it usually is to the Vet’s office.

Soon we were seated in the waiting room with him trying to make himself very small so he could hide under the seat.  It never works, but he still tries every time we’re there.

Blood drawn, shots done,  and soon he’s happily waiting in the car for me to pay the bill.  Another check up done–he’s fine.

You all have a good one.