Friday, December 30, 2011

The gamer geek is restless.

So the other side of me, the side that isn't dreaming of chicken coops, and canning stuff out of my very own garden, thinks all day long about Star Wars. The new Star Wars game out by Bioware.

http://www.swtor.com/


Me and a bunch of my geek friends from SWG
I knew I was eventually getting the game. Prolly not till after the first of the year. DH surprised me with the Collector's Edition Xmas morning. Rather he surprised me with an envelope with a printout of the copy of the order for it at Best Buy. YAY /happyDance. Then I realized I have to wait for it to ship. I live at least 45 mins from town, out in the boonies. Still.... I should have called and told them to cancel the shipping, and driven all the way to Twin falls and back to pick it up. On the print out it says it should be here between 12-29, and 1-3-12. I had three perfectly good days off in a row over xmas. Couldn't play. I started to Down load the game from the ToR site, cause I know with updates, it's gonna take me three -four days to download it all. Yesterday morning it's finally finished. I'm upstairs trolling the interwebs, and the door bell rings. My heart speeds up and I have a silly grin on my face. Never mind that I'm in a thermal shirt, no bra, and star wars jammie pants, I throw open the door to the see the mail lady... And in her hands is not my game. /sadFace. It's books DH ordered from CSI for some ongoing education for work. Did I mention I'm off all day yesterday, and Dh had to work last night, so I could have had the computer all night too? ARGH. It wasn't here when I got home today either. I am going through some serious withdraws. I played Star Wars Galaxies for many many years. I was drug into World of Warcraft. I could go on for pages about the fun I had, how we geeked out talking to each other with the head sets on, or the amazing friends I met and lives that touched mine through this crazy online interaction. Right now I just want my damned game. I know it's on it's way, and I'm like an impatient three old who wants the prize RIGHT NOW.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Under the scene of perfect domestic bliss

/snerk.../gigglesnort...
It' a Wed evening. Dinner is done. Icecream had been had. I'm sitting on the couch working on a blanket I'm crocheting. Pa is at the kitchen table working on a jigsaw. Teh Spawn is her room reading her Kindle. Son is upstars with friends watching a movie. There are kitties curled up on the cushions of the kitchen chairs. I have a dog at my feet chewing on a bone and one on the back of the couch behind me. The living room is so cozy warm from the woodstove.

And then I realize I'm sweating. My cozy living room isn't too warm because of the blanket I'm working on, laying across my lap. The damper on the stove got left open a little too far and its 78 degrees in here all of a sudden. The blanket should be done already but I got 3/4 done and realized I'd messed up the pattern, and had to take it apart to the half way mark to redo it.

The kitties aren't supposed to be in the house let alone curled up in the kitchen. They are outdoor cats. Barn cats who live in my garage in the winter because I dont have a barn yet. I don't have a littler box in the house, and they tear up my curtains, drink out of the base of the Christmas tree, and bat the ornaments onto the ground. 

Pa is at the table working on the jigsaw because the children who should be in town hanging out with their friends, have a friend over at home instead because Teh Spawn got in trouble, and are monopolizing the dvd player. They got there first. The cable has been shut off and my TV is too old to pick up regular stations on it's own. So Pa had to find something to do to occupy himself downstairs. 

Dinner is over, which means the sink is full of dishes, the leftovers are still on the the counter. I worked all day while the family sat at home, I cooked the dinner, but since I haven't put away the leftovers, no one will clean the kitchen. People just keep walking in and out, grabbing other goodies to eat, and adding to the mess. 

Teh Spawn is Stuck in her room. Grounded to her room for the duration of the night. She should be cleaning it. In protest she's sitting on her bed, surround by crap on the floor, checking her facebook, while she's supposed to be grounded. 

The dogs? The chihuahua behind me needs help to climb his fat butt up there. He's too fat to get up by himself, and I indulge him every time he looks up at me with those fat wrinkles around his eyes, and whines. The dog at my feet? She's chewing on the  the bone from the piece of steak the cats drug out of the trashcan while I wasn't looking. She chewed on that greasy thing right in the middle of my kitchen floor. I didn't have to the heart to take it from her after she stole it from the cats.

The nitty gritty view of my perfect picture of domestic bliss.

Sunday, December 18, 2011


Friday, December 16, 2011

Am I stuck up for wanting pretty goats?

I finally got the hubby talked into letting me have a goat. That sounds a little scheming, but it's not like that. He just knows I really really want to get into goats again, and has come around on the the idea of the project. I want big goats. Big dairy goats. Big floppy eared, roman nosed, Nubian goats. They are all beautiful, and I know I should be looking at function over style, but I want a pretty one. Just hitting Google images, I found these.









I don't want just a solid black, or just all brown. I want one with some color. Am I wrong? I won't be getting one anytime soon, so I have some time to look around. I plan on this spring. I need to set up a shelter and an enclosure. I don't want to have to be milking a goat through the winter, getting used to her, her getting used to a new place. I haven't told Hubby yet, I might have to take over a corner of the garage to set up a milking stand. And I'm slowly getting him used to the idea, that goats do better with friends than alone. I was asked the other day, "Realistically, how many goats do you plan on having on the property at any given time?" My answer was three. Of course that doesn't count babies.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The lolerskate is back on the road


It's been about a month and a half that I've been driving Engine 9 (The Big Red Truck). My little white truck has been dead in the yard with a flat tire, and me with no spare. This is it in the drive after Scott changed the oil.

Before
Why on earth would you change the oil on a yard ornament? Well he bought the stuff for it the day before, and the tire wasn't flat then. And we never planned to let it sit as long as it did, but, well, like everyone else, we're broke. After driving the Big Red Beast for so long, getting in my little truck last night felt like driving a roller skate, hence, the Lolerskating. Grampa Gene was going to buy me one new tire for Xmas, and somehow, I ended up with four, top of the line, all terrain, Cooper Tires. Grampa Gene is freaking AMAZING, and I can't thank him enough for doing this for me. The other tires were about shot as well, and with snow coming on, I was dreading driving it. It's already like trying to steer an ice cube around on a wet floor. The old tires weren't even tires anymore, they were like slicks. The tire was flatter than this when we moved it over in front of the round pen. Right down on the rim. 

After, lastnight in the dark

We maintenanced the lolerskate while it was a yard ornament too. The battery went dead after only setting a week. The truck is an '04, and had the same battery as when I bought it. Dead battery, and single digits = piece 'o crap sitting under the hood. The heater was only working when you went over 40/mph, and that turned out to be a low on fluids issue. It's gotten new brakes and rotors in the last six months. Scott replaced the right rear main seal when he did the brakes too. Come spring it'll prolly need new struts since it's starting to sway like a drunken hooker as you go down the road.

I sold my 20 gauge shot gun to a guy at Scott's work. I've had it for over 6 years, only used it one dove season when I bought it, and then just plunked at some targets here and there. We used the money to head to Pocatello to pick up Scott's old Chevy s-10. It got maintenced too. New wipers, cap, rotor, wires, spark plugs. Scotty pulled the cover, and gave it a new seal since it was leaking oil. With diesel being over $4.00/gal, this little truck is a great beater to run back and forth to work with, and let the kids drive once they get their license and the sidewalks aren't safe anymore.







And the obligatory Christmas tree picture. We drove to Twin Falls last night, and grabbed a tree while we were there. Rearranged the living room so it would fit. Jess and I decorated it last night.
 


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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Google updated their maps. Now my house and all my stuff shows up.



Andrea and I were talking about this pic I took of Minnesota. I love this pic


Thursday, December 8, 2011

Fuzzy toilet seats

 My first post from my Kindle since Teh Spawn has taken over the computer
 this morning. No spell check. This should be good. We've been doing great
with not using the heater and only the wood stove. I end up sleep on the couch
till around one or so and throwing more wood on the fire before going into the
bedroom. Most of the house stays warm. The livmgroom gets up to almost eighty
so the bedrooms still get heat. Upstairs is a little chilly. We have a small space heater
for when we are watching movies or on the computer. Jess has an elctric blanket
now for her bed. Scotty and I have had one for a while now. The only real big bitch I have is
the toilet seats. About freeze my ass to them in the middle of the night or early in
the mornings. They are so cold. Half the time I end up siding down my jammer
 pants just far enoug to cover my legs and not pee on them. Brrrr. I either need to
get heaed seas or those rediculous fuzzy seat covers. Hot pink maybe. Oh or zebra
stripes. Wouldnt that be a hoot. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Wendy's Chilli

I found this recipe here. I don't like chilli, but I ate this fresh out of the pot, reheated the next day for lunch and three days later baked in the oven with a package of rolls on top.



Wendy's Chili

Author: CopyKat Recipes
Recipe Type: Wendy's, soup, chili recipe, copy cat recipe
Prep time: 15 min
Cook time: 1 hr 30 min
Total time: 1 hr 45 min
Serves: 1
Ingredients
  • 2 pounds freshly ground beef
  • 4 cups (1 quart) tomato juice
  • 1 (29-ounce) can tomato purée
  • 1 (15-ounce) can red kidney beans, drained
  • 1 (15-ounce) can pinto beans, drained ** note new addition
  • 1 medium onion, chopped (about 1½ cups)
  • 1/2 cup celery, diced
  • 1/4 cup green bell pepper, diced
  • 1/4 cup chili powder (you may want to use less)
  • 1 teaspoon cumin (if you like real flavor, add more)
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1/2 teaspoon sugar
  • 1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
  • In a frying pan, brown the ground
Instructions
In a frying pan, brown the ground beef, then drain off the fat. Put the beef and the remaining ingredients into a 6-quart pot. Cover the pot and let the chili simmer for 1 to 1½ hours, stirring every 15 minutes. You an also put this in the crock pot on low for 3 to 4 hours while the chili simmers.

Crock Pot Yogurt

Mom asked my to post how I made my yogurt the other day. Really is the easiest thing I've made so far. I don't remember where I got the recipe for it.






Crock Pot Yogurt

Recipe notes: This recipe uses a 2 quart crock. In using a 4 or 4 1/2 quart crock I found the yogurt to have a bit of a "springy" texture. I was able to alleviate this by heating the milk an additional 15 minutes for a total of 2 hours and 45 minutes.

    * Turn your crock pot to low and pour in 1/2 gallon of milk.
    * Heat on low for 2 hours and 30 minutes.
    * Once 2 hours and 30 minutes have elapsed turn your crock pot off and unplug it. Let the milk cool in the crock with the lid on for 3 hours.
    * After 3 hours remove 1-2 cups of the warmed milk and place in a bowl. To that add 1/2 cup of yogurt with live active cultures and mix very well.
    * Pour the yogurt-milk mixture back into the milk and whisk thoroughly.
    * Place the cover back on the crock and wrap the entire crock pot in a thick bath towel or two.
    * Let it culture overnight, 8-12 hours.
    * In the morning stir yogurt (if desired) and store in glass quart jars or a container of your choice.
    * For optimum texture, refrigerate for at least 8 hours before using

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sometimes I don't have the brains God gave a goat

I made all the beautiful chicken stock. I got my outside freezer all cleaned out and plugged in and ready to go. I started moving stuff outside, and realized... I'm an idiot. I filled the quart jars FULL, and screwed the lids on all the way. I know things explode in the freezer when there is no where for the pressure to go. Did I remember that thought? Nope. One jar of chicken noodle soup, and two jars of chicken stock broke all the heck and back. They are sitting in my sink right now defrosting because I don't want them leaking all over inside my trash can, or the outside trash barrels for when Scott takes them to the dump. And did I manage to avoid cutting myself on a glass shard while I was cleaning out the sink? Nope. Stabbed my thumb on a triangle piece of glass. /sigh. In other news, the yogurt tastes fantastic, and I have another batch going in the crock pot. Made chilli today. It even tastes good. The first time I made it, Scott reminded me I can only experiment with one new recipe a week. This time he took some with him to work for lunch. Success!!

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Went to Boise for Turkey Day. Tried to teach the grand baby to bark and growl like a dog. Only, my little weenie dog cries like a little girl. Well at least now she makes yippy noises. I did give her the top of the whipped topping lids. YUM.




I really wanted to have the holiday here at our house this year. I've been thinking about it since Mom Linda said last year she thought we should do it here. I made Jeff promise to help me. I've made Turkey Dinner once, over Dad's with Wendy to help me. Loved Jeff's stuffing, but I'd like to try the stuffing I call Wendy every year and ask... how do I make that again? It just wasn't doable this year after two surgeries in four months. I looked for turkeys and hams on sale to stock in my freezer. Nothing was on sale enough to make me want to buy it. I can get four broiler chickens for the price of on turkey this year. And they taste better. The only thing I really missed was having the left overs.

 So I promptly came home and re-organized my freezer. I had the neck and gibbets from a turkey I made earlier this year. Two carcasses from rotisary chickens I saved. The left over veggies from Scott's chicken noodle soup. I made 5 quarts of chicken stock.

It'll go in the big freezer out in the garage that I cleaned out tonight. I still have to have Scott move the plywood behind it, so I can plug it in.

And while the soup was simmering merrily on the stove, I made bagels. This time, they actually tasted like bagels. The first time I made them, I don't know what the hell recipe I was following off the internet, but either I didn't follow it ( I didn't) or it sucked to begin with (it did),  but I didn't make bagels. I made inedible hockey pucks. Oh sure, everyone all Tried one, but I found bagels with one or two bites out of the in the garbage.

3-3/4 c all purpose flour
1 tsp salt
2 tsp sugar
1 tsp active yeast
1-1/4 c warmed milk
1/4 c softened butter
1 egg yolk
1 egg white (optional)

Dissolve the yeast in the warmed milk. Add butter, salt, eff yolk, and mix well.
Mix in the flour, turn out onto a floured bread board, or counter and knead for 6-8 minuets.
Cover with a wet dish towel and let rise for one hour.
Punch down and knead for 1-2 mins.
Divide into 12 balls, and press two fingers through the middle of each ball to for the bagel hole.
Cover again and let rest for 10 mins while you bring a pot of water to a boil.
Pre-heat oven to 400.
Add two or three bagel at a time to the boiling water, and cook for 1 min on each side.
Remove with a slotted spoon to a greased baking sheet.
Bake bagels for 20-25 mins untill golden brown.
Remove from oven to a wire cooling rack.



Teh Spawn and I went to Eagle while we were in Boise, to deliver Spook's paper work to his new owners. I feel rotten after seeing Jess with her horse again.  I know she didn't want to sell him, but she was being very adult about it knowing we didn't have the money to buy hay for four horses through the winter. She walked into the paddock he was in and he was facing away from her. As soon as he saw her, he turned around and came walking right up to her and put his head in her chest. I felt like a jackass. He looks really good, and I know the new owners love him to death. She even sold the horse she already had before Spook, and made him her main ride. This pic breaks my heart. 



Tonight I'm making yogurt  in the crock pot and quiches.



Bacon cooked slow and crispy. I had a couple acorn squash halves from the other night, so I mixed them with cream cheese and added them to the eggs and bacon. I cooked one, and the other three are to go in the freezer to pop into the oven for breakfasts in the future. 




Monday, November 21, 2011

I didn't cook

Scott cooked this weekend. He made chicken noodle soup sat night for dinner. Sun morning was bacon and eggs. He even cleaned the kitchen. I love him.





Saturday, November 19, 2011

Looking back



I was talking to a friend of mine on the internet lastnight. Made me think back on the things I wanted to do this year, and the things I want to do this coming spring, and wishes I have for the future. This winter I'm going to try and not turn the heater on at all. Scott cut down all this nice wood and split it for me, and I plan to use it exclusivly. Last year we set the thermostat for like 68-70 degrees. The heat was always coming on in the night. We have heated blankets. We can actually wear winter jammies to bed. The doors to the bedrooms need to stay open to let the heat in, and Jessers has a habbit of closing hers at night. I'm really good at stocking up the fire at night before I go to bed, and still have coals going in the morning. Scott tends the fire at night on his days off since he's up most of the night. The coldest it's been when I wake in the morning was 62, and that was when I was still learning how much wood to fill, and how little to open the dampers on the stove. By the time I get out of the shower in the morning, the fire is going again and warming the front room. It hasn't gotten to single digits yet, so we'll see how it goes.

Unrealized dreams
I had great dreams for this last spring and summer. I had over 100 plants started for my garden. Scott borrowed the tractor and some impliments from Uncle Mike, and worked so hard to till and furrow my garden for me. He brought boxes home from work to make my chiken coops. He went down and got the huge rabbit hutch for me from Honey Jo. All these dreams of growing and making my own foods. And then I had to go and get sick and spend 12 days in the hospital. All the plant starts died. No one thought to water them with all the crazyness going on with me. The rabbits got put on hold, the chickens on hold.

Dreams for the future
I harvested apples from a wild tree I found. I made applesauce. This so makes me want to plant fruit trees, and berry shrubs. I got appricots off the neighbors tree and made appricot jelly. My first attempt at canning. I have 4 pint jars in my fridge. I know they don't need to stay in there, but there they be. I want to get a pressure canner for all the meats and veggies I want to grow out this coming year. Salsas, and spaghetti sauces, and soups. Fruits and veggies dehydrated and just waiting in my cubbard waiting to be used.

I want critters. Rabbits for meat, and to show. Two types of chickens. Chix for eggs, and chix to raise out for my freezer. A milk cow to raise our beef steer on, and that I can milk once a day. Butter, cream, cheeses. A goat or two for weed eaters, see If I like goat meat for freezer camp. Some goat cheese is better that cow milk cheese. Two piggies, though it's almost more exensive to raise one than but the meat at the store. I'll know exactly what they've been eating though, and such a better taste.

I know this is all a huge ammount of work. I'd love to have a small section of the garrage walled off, or a small shed out side so I could groom from home. Then I'd have plenty of time to keep up with the animals, and the garden, and the food production. I already make home made bread. I save the carcasses from the chickens and the turkeys and make my own stock. Such dreams.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Scott has been busy getting things ready for the winter. He build a box for the cats in one of the shelving units in the garage. Just need to add a small watt light bulb for heat. I've seen Girr, Shadow, and Bastard in it so far.





Scott moved the fence in the the dry lot. We're going to water and throw hay to Dave's horses on the back eight since he doesn't have water or power out there yet. Here's the fence line before Scott restrung the wire. The Tee posts went all the way back to the tree.




Standing in the front of the dry lot looking north


Scott made a jog to the right so we can make an "L" shape where our horses can get down to where the water through is under the fence so all the horses can use it. That was we only have to run one tank heater and one extension cord. 


Standing in the back of the dry lot looking east


Looking west and the end of the "L"


In the back 8 looking south at the east end of the "L"

Sunday, October 23, 2011

I need to stick to kindling

So in an effort to do some work around the house, and work on some upper body strength, I decided to try and split some of the logs we didn't get to when the log splitter was here. Ugh. I am not strong enough, or coordinated enough for it. I thunked the handle into a log with the axe part off the side. I hit the side of the axe into the wood. I thunked the damned thing right into the log, and just dented the top. It was rather funny actually to watch. I kept splitting just a thin sliver off the side of the log. A few I actually hit just right, perfect in the center, and split the log. It was not a pretty site. I made Teh Spawn take pics, since I'm always taking pics of them working around the house. Try not to laugh too hard.

 Hitting with the handle instead of the head





Splitting a piece off the side





Oh look, another slice off the side




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