Saturday, October 27, 2012

What a week!

And I sure am glad it's over.  This has been a very stressful week for my family.  A very stressful ten days, actually.

Ami and Brian's kitty, Augie, who had his big boy surgery the same day as Tabbie Hoffman, died on the 17th from some as yet unknown illness.  The very next day, their kitty, Simon, came down with like symptoms, terrifying them and throwing their lives into a tailspin.

After a week of fluids and antibiotics for Simon and sleepless nights for all three of them, Simon is showing some improvement.  His extensive distemper test results should be back Monday.  We continue to pray that he will fully recover and soon.

Because we suspected distemper, and since none of the kitties had been vaccinated for it, I took Tabbie Hoffman to the vet Thursday just to make sure.  He wasn't showing any symptoms at all but I thought if he tested positive as well, then we'd know for sure that the boys picked it up at the vet's office that neutered them.  And then hell hath no fury...

Tabbie's preliminary parvo virus test was negative and I went ahead and got all his shots right then and there.  

There were some bright spots to the week, though!  I was taken off light duty so now I can get back on the plane and work and then I went with some friends Thursday night to a private screening of Jeff Foxworthy's new movie, Crackerjack.  It was such a cute movie!  Faith-based and absolutely hilarious.  I loved it.  It should be in theaters by next summer.  Larry and I had a pretty big and exciting day Wednesday, too.  Gettin' closer!

This week, I'm looking forward to things settling down.  Simon will get better and stronger and my sweet exhausted sister and brother-in-law can get some rest.  Halloween will be here Wednesday night and I'm all candied up.  Well, except for some Reese Peanut Butter Cups that didn't make it.  Tabbie Hoffman has a cute Spider-Man costume to wear (IF I can keep it on him!) and I have classes all week so no work.  Yay!!

Oh!  And we have cooler temps coming!  In the 30's at night.  I'm really looking forward to that and to some boring, normal, uneventful, glorious days.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Oatmeal Cashew Cookies

One of the girls at work gave me a huge container of organic thick rolled oats and another of whole cashews today so I thought, hmmm, oatmeal cookies!

I had never made oatmeal cookies with rolled oats before so I poked around on the internet until I found a recipe for them and I tweaked it a little to suit me.  I used honey instead of white sugar and since I used a stick of salted butter, I left out the salt.
Oatmeal Cashew Cookies

(Makes 2 dozen)

3/4 packed cups flour
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup chopped cashews
1 stick unsalted butter, softened
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1 large egg
1/4 cup water
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 cups old-fashioned rolled oats 

In small bowl, whisk together flour, cinnamon and salt.

In another small bowl, combine chopped cashews with 1/2 tablespoon of the flour mixture.

In large bowl of electric mixer, beat butter on medium speed for 30 seconds. Add sugars and beat until light and fluffy. Beat in egg, water and vanilla. Stir in the flour mixture, then oats and nuts.  Cover and refrigerate for 1 hour or up to a few days. (Very cold dough will need to sit at room temperature for a bit to become more scoopable.)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Drop scoops of dough 3 inches apart on parchment-lined cookie sheets.  Press down with fork and bake for about 13 to 15 minutes, or until brown around the edges but still a little soft in the center.

Remove to wire racks to cool completely. Store in airtight container.

They turned out pretty good!  Not too sweet, chock full of healthy stuff and I think I'll have a couple for breakfast tomorrow with my coffee.  :)

Monday, October 15, 2012

A week later...

Wow.  I can't believe it's been a whole week since I wrote a bloggy thingamajiggy!  Tabbie Hoffman did great following his big boy surgery.  He's just about completely healed and has been a holy terror his usual sweet little bitey energetic self since the night of.  We were having issues with him scratching the sofa until I put double-sided tape on all the spots he likes to scratch and gave him a brand new soft clothy-like post of his very own to scratch.  The second such post I've gotten since he's been here, what??  Three months today??  He seems to like this one, though.  He also likes the tasty-chicken-crunchy-outside-soft-inside nom noms he gets when he scratches THE RIGHT PLACE.  Mama happy, Tabbie Hoffman happy.  :)

I added it up.  Between vet visits, medicine, toys, scratching thingies, food and nom noms, I have spent close to $800 on him!  In three months.  Whoa.  That boy gon' have to get a job.

Speaking of a job that SOMEBODY IN THIS HOUSE has to have, I go back to the doctor Thursday and I'm gonna beg, plead, cry, cuss, bribe, promise to vote Republican, do absolutely whatever I have to do to get him to take me off light duty!!  I've told people at work that IF I ever get hurt out there again, nobody will EVAH know it.  Not even if a bone is stickin' out.  They make too big a deal outta things.  I've been on light duty since JULY 25TH.  Ugh.

I am moving to another building next month to continue my training and I have this huge block of training hours (200!) that I have to get done before I can go.  Do the math.  200 hours divided by 40 hours = 5 weeks.  I transfer November 17th.  That's 5 weeks.  This training is in the WIT section of our hangar, that's the Wire Integrity Tester, where they get planes that were just rewired, hook them up to a tester and run a report to see what works and what don't.  Then they fix the stuff that doesn't work.  I started over there last Thursday.  And I actually got back on the plane to do it!  It felt great to be working again.  Not just cleaning the hangar and reading my books.  

I'm really excited about this move!  I've never loved rewire.  The job's not that bad, it's more the environment and the feel of the place.  It's depressing.  Like there's a dark cloud hovering over the building.  Nobody's happy in there and it shows.  They don't take pride in the way the place looks and that drives me nuts.  And what's so sad is it wouldn't take that much to turn it around.  Some really good people work in there.  A little cleaning up, a little incentive, a few bonuses thrown around here and there and you'd have a totally different place, a totally different vibe.  Anyway, I'm ready to see how other buildings are managed, to see if the grass is actually greener, you know? 

But I gotta "GET ON THE JET!", as my buddy Rambo tells me constantly.  I'll get there.  Friday.  Maybe.

Monday, October 8, 2012

If it ain't broke, we still fix it

Tabbie Hoffman had his big boy surgery today.  Ami and Brian were taking their Augie and since I had the day off, too, I decided to go ahead and get Tabbie's done, too.  To just get it over with.  He did great, though!  Much better than I did.  I squalled on the drive over this morning and then when I had to leave him there.  What a sap.

That boy acts like nothing's even happened.  He's just real sleepy.  We got home and after a few cuddles on the sofa, he got down and went to his litter box.  He's been sleeping most of the time since we've been home and he'll get to eat in another hour or so.

Like he even NEEDS to eat!  He weighs 6.8 pounds now!  He weighed just over four pounds August 24th when he went to the vet for his ear infection.  I think we're both gonna go on a diet.  :)

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Where I'm from

Brandy nudged me to do this meme so here goes!

I'm from clotheslines, hound dogs and snapping beans on the porch, back before Buckeye came along.

I'm from home-cooked meals, gardens filled with squash and 'maters and kick ball in the backyard.

I'm from swing sets and Bugs Bunny, Judy Blume and Laura Ingalls Wilder.

I'm from "Good night, John-Boy" and Fonzie jumping that shark.

I'm from a BB in the butt on Christmas morning, biscuit toast and snow ice cream.

I'm from lightning bugs and honeysuckle and "bundling up" 'cause it's cold.

I'm from Southern Baptists who eat their dinners on the grounds and "Jesus Loves Me" --- just as I am.

I'm from a daddy who is my training wheels, a mama who is my rock and a beloved uncle who doesn't know me anymore.

I'm from Miss Edith's "I swannee" and Miss Sarah Belle's "stories". 

I'm from my Granddaddy's ice blocks and my Paw's stubbly chin.

This is me.  And this is where I'm from.