[Cayenne's Scrapbook] Into the Jungle

by **Cayenne** on September 10th, 2011, 2:07 am

Thank you, ladies!

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How to test your patience:

Stuff cotton in your ears to nullify your hearing.

Make four dozen cookies, especially requested by your grandfather.

Set them up, out of normal reach of the dog, to cool.

Let your brother have a party in the other half of the house.

Get up to check on cookies.

See dog finishing off the last of two dozen cookies and reaching for the third sheet of parchment paper with which to pull the cookies down.

Manage not to do more than yell at dog. Threats to his life are allowed.

by **Growl** on September 10th, 2011, 2:12 am

Oh nos! Not Cay's yummy cookies!

On a side note: I am now thankful I have a cat who does not do stuff like that... although, she plays a super lazy game of fetch, and erm... well we think she developed knuckles because she knocks on our doors every night trying to get more attention...

by **Bolden Denusk** on September 10th, 2011, 2:39 am

But but.. then you get---- DA FACE!

But I know what you're going through--

At -least- death threats! Then's there's explaining to them in detail how creative it will be!

by **Cayenne** on September 18th, 2011, 2:43 am

I won round two of cookie wars. Chaos just stared longingly, and got not a crumb. Didn't even get to lick the bowl. He was devastated.

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I realized a significant milestone today: it has been one year today, September 17, 2011, that I moved out and into my own house.

I'd like to think that over the last year, despite all the twists and turns, stresses and complications, literal blood, sweat, and tears, I have learned a lot and grown a lot.

I am so thankful that I am not only surviving on my own, but I am thriving, and I am much, much happier pottering around my own house doing the chores, learning to fix things, playing with food, cuddling with my own dogs, being able to do what I want when I want to. I keep my own hours - if I want to go to bed late, I can go to bed late. No one else decides what's on the TV or how loud it is playing - that's all me. No one else decides what's for dinner, or what comes in and out of the house. Its all me.

My only regret is that my library is still not done - the futon is still in the box, and there are boxes of things everywhere, and I still have about six boxes of nicknacks to put away and hang up. It took me almost 10 months or so to iron and hang up the sheer curtains in my bedroom, and I only did it because I was so irritated and frustrated that if I did any mod-posting that night I would have one-post-killed each and every PC in the threads out of sheer bad-mood-y-ness. But once I got out my grandmother's iron and her ironing board and got started, I got into this weird meditation and remembered doing her ironing with her when she and Gramps were going to a dance, or when Gramps had jury duty, or they had a party to go to.

It's always the little things.

But it's been one hell of a year, and quite a ride.... and here's to decades more.

by **Gossamer** on September 25th, 2011, 7:26 pm

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Thinking Of You

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by **Cayenne** on September 28th, 2011, 5:16 pm

Aww, thank you.

I'll take the cat.

...

Eventually.

What? I don't want another person in my house. Animals are far better roommates.

Incidentally, the humane society here in town is overrun with cats, so they're pretty much giving them away, health checked, spayed/neutered, for the cost of registration and a donation... So $12 and whatever you feel like chipping in.

But in other news, this is my mood today, after a terrible couple days:

That is my 'Fuck yeah!' face. I think having been blasting KISS' I Was Made For Loving You all day has had something to do with it... and getting my computer back. I am apparently the queen of crashing Windows. Go figure.

by **Cayenne** on October 10th, 2011, 7:24 pm

Happy Canadian Turkey Day!!

This is the meal in which we cook for 15 hours and eat for 15 minutes.

This is my very first time preparing it all on my own. Oh, I've made components and side dishes and desserts... but this is my very first attempt from start to finish.

Turkey went in the oven, I stuffed that sucker with an entire loaf of bread and all the other goodness, then rushed back to my house to make the apple pie.

it's due out of the oven in 14 minutes. Freakishly excited and terrified.

Pastry will do that to you.

Then it's side dishes time!

EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

by **Silvy** on October 10th, 2011, 7:32 pm

happy canadian turkey day!! Save some apple pie and white turkey meat and stuffing for me! *hugs n squishes* <3

by **Gossamer** on October 10th, 2011, 7:48 pm

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Happy Canada Day!

I love you. Now where's my pie? I'll do dishes gladly. I like doing dishes. But I totally want pie.

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by **Cayenne** on October 10th, 2011, 11:06 pm

*Sets out a giant-ass banquet table with plates of turkey, bowls of cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, peas, spinach, coleslaw, and baskets heaped high with warm buns, and boats of gravy throughout the table*

And... piieeeeee!

Still haven't cut into it yet! Waiting for dessert.

I am on the edge from this freaking pie. That is the thrill and excitement of pastry. It's either epic, or it's freaking terrible. There is no such thing as an "okay" pie.