Monthly Archives: February 2006

Finally, something new!

YAY! Some­one on Shut­ter­stock down­loaded my Maypole photo!

Local blogging

Gosh, I love Albany Eye.

On Cooking

I like my cast-iron skil­let bet­ter every day. I was stu­pid, and washed it with soap when some­thing got really caked on. Now I have to start sea­son­ing it all over again…I never real­ized how much that thin coat­ing of grease really helped. (Of course, now I’ve done away with what­ever nasty

Woof.

I have decided to start a new weekly seg­ment here. This new seg­ment will be: “Weekly Weight Loss Update, as Mea­sured in Dogs.”
Back when I lost 30 pounds or some such, I was pretty proud because I had lost an entire cocker spaniel. (Con­cep­tu­ally. I don’t eat dogs.) So I thought, what

Six albums déjà?

I ordered the new Mes Souliers Sont Rouges album, and it came today.
Get­ting my hands on their albums from the US has been a huge and expen­sive pain in the past. They don’t export from their Web site–understandable, since they don’t have a huge fan base out­side of France and maybe Que­bec. Get­ting their

aww, puppyhood.

This pic­ture reminds me a lot of a young Mag­gie. She used to grab hold of the toi­let paper roll and either run with it and see how far she could get, or shred the paper.
I love pup­pies because every­thing in the world is a toy for them. Every­thing from maple leaf seeds to

aww, puppyhood.

This pic­ture reminds me a lot of a young Mag­gie. She used to grab hold of the toi­let paper roll and either run with it and see how far she could get, or shred the paper.
I love pup­pies because every­thing in the world is a toy for them. Every­thing from maple leaf seeds to

Hamlet

Nib­bler is sick. Maybe fatally so. I can’t get her to see her vet until Thurs­day, and that may be too late. I’m so wor­ried!
I am wor­ried sick about her. I’m going to bed soon, and she’s sleep­ing now as well. I guess that rest is good (for both of

Hamlet

Nib­bler is sick. Maybe fatally so. I can’t get her to see her vet until Thurs­day, and that may be too late. I’m so wor­ried!
I am wor­ried sick about her. I’m going to bed soon, and she’s sleep­ing now as well. I guess that rest is good (for both of