Archives for the month of: February, 2017

Couldn’t top this Fat Tuesday post from a couple of years ago, so here goes again. Happy Fat Tuesday. ~~dru~~



 “there’s a dance in the old dame yet

toujours gai toujours gai”



………………………………………Mardi gras Cat; Fat, Fat, Fat!


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What is it about the scent of fresh sheets? It can make us and somewhat break us, it transports us back to where we might never really go but a place that is poignant with that ephemeral emotion nostalgia.

I love the smell of fresh sheets even if just from the dryer. Oh please just one last time, make the bed with me already in it. Oh please, just once again.




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Prompt: Secret & Burn

I’m feeling so burned

Your forgiveness I will spurn

You told my secret



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Wishing Momoe would make this for me! ~~dru~~

Momoe's Cupboard

This pie is an old recipe that I have had since I was a kid in the 1950’s. The pie crust must have it’s roots in Australia’s desert, pavlova. This pie was originally in the 1952 Betty Crocker Cookbook. This recipe is different because it is made in a pie pan with a circle of parchment paper in the pan.  Also this recipe calls for crushed saltine crackers and nuts that is folded into the meringue to give it a wonderful texture. I also added a few videos to watch on how to make meringue.

This is a low cost desert to make and can be adjusted with less sugar and salt free crackers. I loved this pie as a kid. Some cooks are afraid to make meringue, but it is not hard.  You just have to remember that your bowl and beaters are real clean before you us the mixer…

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Another visit to my past! ~~dru~~


It is a weird thing about cats but if they lose their sense of smell, they won’t eat anything.  They can be starving to death and they will sit in front of the dish and cry.  I have encountered this phenomenon many times in the course of my life-long- cat-affair and I’ve come up with several ways to  this circumvent this problem.

If the cats are not too sick, then you can force some water down them with a syringe and rub them all over with cod liver oil or tuna juice, and/or sardine paste.  They won’t eat that because of smell, at least at first, but if they’re not too sick, they will lick themselves clean and at least get some calories.  As they get better, they will lick it because of the smell too but if you sleep with them remember you smell also and are not very socially acceptable in the non-cat world.  I…

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From my seriously sagging old lady boobs

to my lap full of pot-belly pouch,

there is barely a place for my eeMGee to sit

when he comes up to give me a smooch



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There is no material with which human beings work which has so much potential energy as words.” -Earnest Calkins

Earnest Elmo Calkins (March 15, 1868 – October 4, 1964) was a deaf American advertising executive who pioneered the use of art in advertising, of fictional characters, the soft sell, and the idea of “consumer engineering”. He co-founded the influential Calkins and Holden advertising agency. His work was recognized with many awards during his lifetime and was called the “Dean of Advertising Men” and “arguably the single most important figure in early twentieth century graphic design.

Text source: Wikipedia         Earnest Elmo Calkins, born in Geneseo, Illinois on March 25, 1868

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“It is, to tell the truth, just such a Main Street as Sinclair Lewis describes with such delightful malevolence, but like that Main Street and all Main Streets, behind its commonplace facade life is as varied and colorful as any spot where human beings are gathered, however dull their outward shell may appear to the superficial observer.”
Earnest Elmo Calkins, THEY BROKE THE PRAIRIE

The Killer Cat makes use of both media and music in its ever present attack on humans. ~~dru~~

The Last Of The Millenniums


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A visit to my past ~~dru~~




I once had a cat named Simon, a very tall short haired grey and black striped and spotted male that adopted me when he was about nine months old.  He just showed up one evening while we were eating a Bar-B-Q’ed dinner on my portion of a big wrap-around-porch on the 100 year old Victorian home where I rented an apartment and he never left.  Partly that was because he had a propensity for getting hit by cars, a “skill” he demonstrated that evening and twice thereafter.  The 3rd time was the “charm.”      

He lived thru that night’s episode with one leg broken but fixable.  The 2nd time the same leg had to be pinned, he broke his pelvis and had a “tailectomy” but again lived.  As I said, the 3rd time was the charm.   

However to get to the 3rd time, he moved with me three times…

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I’ll have a table for four for me and my purse