The Dinosaur BBQ is looking to open a restaurant in Troy. Yay, I say!
My celebration politely ignores the fact that in decades of living in, then periodically visiting Syracuse, I have never visited the original Dinosaur. Details, details. I do have a lot of great t-shirts from there, though.
Lola the hamster is actually a boy. I don’t blame his previous human or even the pet store or distributor he came from. Hamsters are tiny, and robos are feisty. Hamster hind parts are about this big: .
You’re told a pet’s sex, assume it’s correct, and then don’t think about it since it’s generally not important.
So …
Meet Lola. I may rename her, but for now she’s Lola. She’s about a year old. She comes from a very nice home that just had too many animals in it. I saw her on Craigslist and decided that she needed to move to my bedroom.
I’ve really, really wanted a Roborovski dwarf hamster (robo, for …
AJ sent me this. It makes me smile.
Know what this is, kids? That’s right. It’s Super Mario Bros. 3 on my huge TV. Huge, at least, compared to the 12″ screen I grew up playing Nintendo on.
The NES I received for Christmas 1990 is still running beautifully.
Today’s side yard strawberry harvest. They are delicious.
For once, I got there before the squirrels did. If I knew I’d be here next summer, I would put more plants in, but I’m not sure. I love my little strawberry patch and how it’s grown since I moved in.
Dreamsicle says: “Don’t you need a fuzzy friend?”
There are a lot of hamsters for adoption on Craigslist this week for whatever reason. Some are free; some have an adoption fee, some come with a cage.
Free Syrian hamster — needs love and taming.
Baby Syrian hamsters — not born yet, but sure to be utterly adorable.
Syrian hamster and …
Sweet potato fries and stuffed baked potatoes. Both were wonderful. You know you’re using some fantastic bacon when I can’t get enough of it–I usually pick bacon out of things or avoid it entirely. This, I might even eat a piece of on its own, and I haven’t eaten bacon by itself in about twenty …
Happy Bloomsday, Internet!
I like At the Warehouse, but none of the old things lying around ever strike my fancy.