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Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Change traumatic for cats, mom


If it’s true that older people are set in their ways, then most cats are very old souls. Neither like nor adapt well to change.

As I get older, I find myself not liking certain changes, and I’m only in my 40s. I hate getting a new cell phone, for example. Younger people assume we’re too stupid to grasp new technology, but that’s not it. We can easily learn the ropes, we just don’t want to, because it means taking precious time learn the new bells and whistles. If it ain’t broke we don’t like to fix it. Who knows what will happen when I get even older—I’ll probably turn into my mother, or a cat.

Cats and my mother despise change and aren’t shy about expressing displeasure.

My sister’s cat, Sassy, is an extremely sweet and loving girl. One year, they took her along to the shore for a week’s vacation. Sassy, normally a quiet puss, meowed her head off during the entire, 3-hour drive. Sis figured once they all got settled into their vacation paradise that she’d return to her normal self. Wrong. Sassy hid under a bed for the entire week, then whined the entire ride home.

My Catfish is traumatized by change as well. He was born and struggled for survival at the RiverWalk. Passersby noticed a fish hook stuck in his lip and tried to snatch him up, with no luck. Cats Are Us got many calls about poor Catfish. It took several attempts, but they finally trapped him, and I adopted him about a year later. When I brought him home, I already had the cat fence installed, but wanted to acclimate him to his new surroundings before giving him free rein. It took him about 30 seconds to escape and run under the porch. I didn’t see him for three weeks. The Boss thought he somehow got out and accused me of bringing home a “wild” cat. We couldn’t even spot him with a flashlight and knew he was around only because the food was gone every morning. We figured he probably holed up in the hollow of the concrete front steps.

One day, I gazed out the window and spied him lying in the grass! Of course, the minute I went out, he darted back under his security blanket. Most cats don’t take as long as Catfish did to feel comfortable in new surroundings, but be patient if your new kitty isn’t jumping for joy upon arrival.

Elephants supposedly never forget, but cats and mothers both have them beat. The first time I squirted monthly Revolution medication on the cats’ back, they were fine. But the second time, the minute they heard the pop of the cap, they ran for cover. And putting a cat in a pet carrier is a snap the first time, but after that, you’ve got to trick them into it.


But I can’t trick my mother. She’s 75 and her mind is as sharp as her tongue. She remembers what she wore back in 1968 to a family picnic and is shocked if I can’t remember the same trivia. And if she can’t remember the exact date she got her gallbladder surgery, she thinks it’s a sign of Alzheimer’s, even though my memory is much worse than hers.

She’s a whiz at hand-held games like Yatzee, Hangman and 4-Across, but when I dared to suggest she get TiVo and give up her dinosaur VCR, she ended the conversation faster than Catfish ran under the porch. Even though she complains about her VCR, the tapes, the time setting, the thought of idiot-proof TiVo gives her heart palpitations. She actually cried when my sister got her a new-fangled microwave oven decades ago. Her attitude reminds me of an Everybody Loves Raymond episode when Ray wanted to replace his Dad’s scratchy albums with crisp-clear CDs. Wasn’t gonna happen.

So, with cats and older people, you just have to let them be. If you want someone who’ll happily accept your bright new ideas and changes, stick to dogs. They’re up for anything new and won’t lay a guilt trip on you.

Above, picture of Mom on her last visit with Tarzan.

posted by Sandy at 8/07/2007 12:02:00 AM

56 Comments:

Blogger Skeeter said...

Sandy, Does Catfish like strangers now? Just wondering because my Cheetah will not go near strangers! And talk about routine, that cat is always two steps in front of me with my morning routine. She knows it as well as I do and when I do something out of order, she lets me know with a big meow and mean look!

The only routine that Sheba seems to keep with is waking us up during the night to let us know we are loved by her! I really do wish she would stop that but don’t have any idea of how to break that habit. As a constant dreamer while sleeping, I wake up so tired each morning, I could use the extra snooze during her loving on us time in the middle of the night!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 9:51:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Catfish is wary of strangers more than Tarzan is, but eventually warms up. Like when my Mom first came for a long visit and stayed in the apartment with them--once they were locked inside at night with her they were fine. He is still the most skittish of the two--every little strange noise has him stop in his tracks and jerk is head. He hates thunder and if he's outside when a little rumble start it's under the porch. Can't get him to come out and in until all thunder stops.

Now Skeeter, you know the only way to stop that night behavior is to close your door! Sassy, Daisy's cat slept with her for 13 years, then started waking her up ALL the time. Sassy now goes in the basement at night with the other two cats.

If you don't want to keep her out of the room, maybe you could try a big crate with blanket, toys, etc. Do you think she'd meow though? If so, that won't work!

The only other choice is to get totally drunk every night so NOTHING would wake you up! LOL.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 10:23:00 AM  
Blogger pearcehart said...

Larry, senior cat, absolutely abhorrs change! He is okay with strangers but is cautious. Herbie, the Love Bug, loves strangers! I think his time at Cats Are Us made him familiar with strange people coming and going all the time. Scootie is terrified of strangers. He will run and hide behind the washer and dryer and only come after after creeping on his belly across the floor, peering around the corner to make sure the strangers are gone.

We had new kitchen cabinets installed and I put a gate in the hallway to keep the dogs separate from the workers and the the cats in the bedroom with the door closed. After some initial clawing at the door and pitiful meowing, the cats settled down for their forced imprisonment. The dogs barked a little at the strangers in their territory but I was able to finally convince the dogs they were not axe murderers.

The second day of the work, Larry refused to go into the bedroom so he went outside on the back stoop as one of the workers HATES cats. Larry is allowed to go outside and has a little nest in the backyard where he dozes.

The work was done and the cats explored the new countertop and cupboards and seem to approve of them. The dogs sniffed the floor where the worker's tools were and generally seemed uninterested in anything else.

Yes, indeedy, cats hate change. And the Professor hates change too. You should hear the griping when I replace his toothbrush!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 11:31:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

You know Alice, I think it's rare that a cat will be so friendly with strangers. I've met just a few and becuase it's not that common, you just love them all the more!

That's hilarious about the toothbrush. That's like my Mom. When she was visiting she was looking for one--a certain brand, brush style, size, etc. It HAD to be that one--no other will do.

She has to have Skippy peanut better, end of story. Laundry has to be done with All detergent and LIQUID Downy fabric softner. NO dryer sheets.

I would LOVE new kitchen cabinets. What kind did you get and what kind of counter?

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 3:10:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

My Casper is that way too, remember Sandy? That is why he is named Casper (the friendly cat), not because he is white. He's gray. Casper never met anybody he didn't like!! The pest control guy, the cable guy. Love them. Oh wait, I just remembered. He's not crazy about the grandkids!!! Too much chasing going on there. LOL

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 3:44:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Sheba is not scared of anyone or anything. She use to hide during a storm just as Catfish, but we have noticed that she no longer does that. I don’t think she hid from fear but more so to stay dry during the storm. I believe that living in the woods she learned to associate thunder with rain, hence the hiding. She has not hidden for the past few storms and we think she now has been reprogrammed...

Now about closing the door Sandy. You have your cats in another part of the house away from ears shot. I don’t have that luxury! Sheba would knock the door down if I closed it on her! She would claw it up also! Toys in the room with these wood floors! The noise would be much worse then her loving and purring on us in the bed. She would never go into a pet bed in the bedroom because our bed is her big soft pet bed! I may try that one day though if I get too sleep deprived.... I do like the drinking idea but I would then have hang-overs to deal with! LOL

I love the tooth brush statement too Alice! Sounds like my dad but I am noticing that the older I get the less I like change also. The new email server a few years ago, about pushed me over the edge! I lost my cell phone recently, (left on bumper on way to lake, $3.00 sunglasses made the trip to lake and back but the $100 cell phone was gone) we went to get a new one and I wanted the same exact one but they no longer make them. I ran the Saint all over town looking for one as close to the old one as possible! We had to order one off the internet because I could not find one close enough to the old one. Now, I guess I am not so crazy with change myself on certain things.... Although, I think Clarksville could stand to change a few things with the times but that comment belongs on the “Comments” to local stories....

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 4:10:00 PM  
Blogger pearcehart said...

Sandy, we bought stock maple cabinets with a stock Travertine countertop from Lowe's. The materials cost about $1200. We paid a carpenter/handyman to install them at about $1600. We have a lazy-susan corner cabinet that I love! Also a sink large enough to give the dogs a bath. bending over the bathtup was just too painful with my back. And the sink has a sprayer and a water filter built in. I love everything! The kitchen has DARK wood paneling (!!!) and the maple really lightens it up. We plan to paint the paneling eventually. Still trying to decide on a color that goes well with maple. We just ordered a kitchen butler to act as a mobile island and a kitchen table so we can finally eat together. Next up is living room easy-chairs. The room is too small for a couch what with the cat condo and out HUGE entertainment center.

The professor MUST have Hellman's mayo. I like Miracle Whip. Since he takes his lunch everyday because he LIKES it better than eating out, we get Hellman's and I get a teeny jar of MW.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007 4:42:00 PM  
Blogger B said...

Try having someone at home that won't eat southern cooking!!! I stopped cooking a LONG time ago cuz I got tired of wasting it. I admit, my grandmother was light years better cook that me (God rest her soul), but if I can fork the food down (no danger in that not happening)I don't see why he can't. WHO in their right mind would turn down FRIED OKRA!!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 8:05:00 AM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Ummm....B, you have to remember, he's a YANKEE. (No offense Sandy) From the wilds of North Dakota for God's sake!!!! It's hard to believe he can actually live here, let alone eat southern food. Hee Hee.....

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 9:48:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

The Boss likes Miracle Whip and I despise it! I can eat any brand mayonaise as long as it's the full fat version. I can eat a lot of fat free products, but not mayonaise!

And I do not like okra, fried or otherwise. Yuk.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:00:00 AM  
Blogger pearcehart said...

The Japanese eat it raw... or maybe they blanche it first. They stir it up until it gets all gooey and snotty-looking and then add soy sauce. My mother loved it. I thought it looked too essence of body fluid to eat. Maybe she was from southern Japan.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:46:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Today’s funny...
I talked on the phone with mom last night. Mom told me that dad (Big Daddy) wanted to know who was in the picture with the face scratched out on the posting of “Pet Manners!” Who else would sit there and eat with three fur balls staring at them? Duh, YOU, you big dummy!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:47:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Oh and Stacey, Yankees don't mind being called Yankees, even when Southerners use the term in a snooty way. We are proud to be Yankees and don't care what Southerners think of us. YOUS are just jealous you aren't as brazen and bossy and outspoken, because you've been taught Southern "manners."

But some Southerners are Yankees at heart. A good example is Scarlet O'Hara from Gone with the Wind. Hand the Southern airs and manners down pat, but deep in her soul she was a Yankee. Bossy and brazen. Same for Rhett Butler. Another Yankee. Didn't care with the Southern gentility thought of him. :)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:50:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Yes, okra is a slimy nasty vegetable.:)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:51:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

I am a walking “Zombie” today! Sheba had about a 5 hour pre-nap before bedtime. Wayyyy too much nap time! She was playing all night long! She kept waking me up with her running around and meowing to herself and batting mice! I am rethinking these beautiful wood floors. Carpet would be so much quieter at night!

Where is Shannon??? On another Travel Team excursion?

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:53:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Oh but it yummy deep fried! Dang Sandy, be ya don't like fried oysters either.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 11:00:00 AM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Being married to a southern boy has made me dislike most southern food. Fried okra, YUCK! Grits, YUCK YUCK!! Anything with tomatos, BIG YUCK!! I am all about texture and anything that might be snotty or slimy or sticky lumpy makes me gag. The absolute worst though would have to be egg plant. I want to puke at the thought. It doesn't matter how it's cooked or who cooks it, I hate it!

Mircle Whip for me too. Regular mayo tastes like I'm eating a stick of butter. The Foreman will only eat regular mayo too (full fat)The only thing I put mayo in is cucumber dip.

The biggest issue I have with most southern food is that it's fried in some way. Not all food was ment to be fried. Chicken and fries Yes, not eggs or any other veggies. Raw is good for me most of the time.

Sandy, I was told by a friend that the problem with being a Yankee is that most of us are rude, abrasive and demanding. Yep I diffantly resemble that remark!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 11:42:00 AM  
Blogger B said...

Nothing like a big plate of deep fried okra and mashed potatoes with a good piece of steak or a pork chop or RABBIT if I can get it! And don't forget the corn bread! YUUUUUMMMMM!!!It's almost as good as a pot of pintos, a chunk of onion and cornbread! Of course that meal requires the use of a clothes pin afterward.LOL

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 11:46:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Adrienne, maybe to a Southerner we are rude and abrasive, but I just consider it direct. Pull no punches. Don't dance around an issue being cute and call in "polite." That only makes people have to guess or worse yet, misinterprest.

Yankees will talk about anything in front of anyone, where Southerners will NOT do this. Better to gossip on the telephone with the inner circle. LOL. Rebs, don't take offense!

The Boss gets mad if I "tell him what to do." I'll say, "Grab that bag and put it on the counter." Short, to the point.I hate to waste time. He doesn't like that direct, "bossy" tone. I guess I'm supposed to bat my eyes and say, "honey sugar pie, would you please help me and carry this bag to the counter with your big strong muscles, as I'm just a weak wittle female." GAG.

Now, of course, I'm exaggerating, but the gist of this issue is correct, right Adrienne?

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 11:56:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

I never ate a fried oyster. My mom loves them and she's a Yankee who grew up on a rural farm in Pennsylvania Dutch territory.

I like cornbread, but only if it has sugar in it (and I am usually not big on sweet). I always preferred Jiffy mix to homemade cornbread, until I got a taste of Stacy's homemade cornbread which has that bit of sweet.

I agree with Adrienne on the fried everything. The Boss goes to Red Lobster and gets the fried Admiral's platter, which is a sea of brown crust. To me, frying everything makes everything taste the same. I'll make an exception for Catfish. That has to be fried.

I love all seafood, but broiled or baked. I like the natural taste of things. I don't use ketchup or steak sauce.

My most despised food is GREEN PEPPER, the most disgusting edible thing on earth. Gross, gross, gross. I can't even stand the smell of them. They overpower everything.

I don't care for hushpuppies either, but have had some that were okay. I guess they are just fried up cornbread balls or something.

I do like grits though, with a sunnyside egg mushed up in them and a dab of butter.

And chess pie, another Southern food I gather, is gross too.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 12:07:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Girls, I am Southeren and believe me there are tons of food that is NOT fried!
True Hush Puppies are fried in the same oil as the fish it is served with, thats what gives it the good taste.
The best way to eat grits is to load them up with garlic and extra sharp cheese then bake them, yummy! You can even make them into squares or rounds and make them fancy for a elegant dinner, done that.
And tomatoes, I am getting ready to make a tomato sandwich for lunch on whole wheat bread with you got it, Miracle Whip!
man I ahve got to get started writing the cookbook people have been bugging me to write for years!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 1:07:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. I have more recipes for non fried foods than fried that will be in my cook book. I do love to cook!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 1:09:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Don’t y’all fur git dem Fried Green Maters! YUM...
Down here in GA they and yes I, eat a dish called Shrimp and Grits! Don’t knock them until you have tried them. I was thinking yuck but fell for them hard! They are kick butt Yum-O. This dish can be found in Savannah, GA and Charleston, SC on all menus of any decent restaurant! Paula Deen makes a different type version and she is from Albany, GA.

My mom made the Paula Deen version (along with our usual goodies on the Christmas morning brunch table) and they were gone in no time at all. Only one Trick to this dish, NO instant grits allowed! Must be the stone ground type and they can be found at the Old Mill in Pigeon Forge! I hope mom restocked for Christmas this year since I am coming home! I eat my grits like Cream of Wheat as a child. With butter and a sprinkle of sugar… Speaking of sugar, Sugar don’t belong in Tennessee cornbread!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 5:08:00 PM  
Blogger pearcehart said...

Sandy!!!! I can hardly believe it! I HATE bell peppers of any color! They are so bitter! I also hate the smell and take of cilantro and cumin. Cilantro takes like soap and cumin reminds me of bad body odor.

I like my food au natural too! No sauces or extras. However, I like my tuna raw with wasabi. I wish there was a fresh fish place here. I am very careful about my raw tuna.

And Pam, I LOVE tomato sandwiches with MW!

Maybe we all have a genetic thing going on with loving pets and the same sort of food. Except B... he's just weird.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 5:41:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Sandy, Short and to the point is always best. Why not tell it straight to the person's face instead of talking to everyone in you phone tree and later hearing about it from you sister's brother's girlfriend's bestfriends mother. FEWW! HA!

I thought the only kind of corn bread was Jiffy Mix? HA!

What is Chess pie?

I occasionally eat bell peppers, but not that often b/c they upset my tummy. And Comin... LOVE IT! I put it in Mexican food, the more the better!

There is a fresh fish market in DC that the Foreman will stop at if he's working near there. There's nothing like fresh Sword Fish!

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 7:17:00 PM  
Blogger dragon said...

Fried Okra. Very good. Can’t get it up north. But that’s good also. Hell, they can’t even cook cornbread up north. Right Sandy?

Country Ham. Very good also. Can’t get it up north either. But who would want to. It would be as tough as jerky.

Grits, also good. As long as it is made right. Soon to be a lost cuisine. Most southerners can’t cook it now day’s.

Biscuits & Gravy. Wouldn’t want to start a Sunday without it. Up north it’s Canned Biscuits and canned gravy. I think I would rather have boiled cardboard.

I had a lady the other day looking for Duke’s Mayonnaise. I asked her, “You’re not from around here, are you?” Her reply was “From Michigan.” I told her “Bless your heart.”

But, I must be fair here. If it weren’t for the north, we wouldn’t have such yummy specialty dishes such as pizza, Philly cheese steak, and lobster. The best thing that the north gave us is good old Coney Island dogs, also known as hot dogs. But, you’ve got to eat it the southern way: with the bun in the middle of the plate, the dog on the bun, covered with chili, cheese, and onions. You have to eat it with a fork, unless of course you are from Louisiana and then you use your fingers.

If you want to talk favorite eats, how about a potato chip sandwich? I used to eat them all the time as a little pup Dragon. You take two slices of bread, use mayo or salad dressing, whatever is your choice, sliced onions, and a lot of Ruffles Rippled BBQ Potato Chips. MMMMM, MMMMMM, GOOD.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 9:30:00 PM  
Blogger O'Malley said...

Geez,
I leave for a mere couple of weeks and see what happens. Ya'll picky eaters need to figure out that grits are YUMMY !! Especially with red eye gravy..that is if you know how to make the gravy right( the secret is in the coffee) Dragon, I'm with you, country ham is delish and true grits are almost non-existant. And chess pie being gross??? You will do shameful things for a piece of my chocolate chess pie. Plain chess pie is a bit sugary to me but chocolate chess pie is out of this world. I will make all ya'll one and you will be big big fans. Fried green maters are great, as is a mater samwich. Yummy, I am getting hungry. As far as fried foods, We only had fried chicken, corn-bread, hushpuppies and maters as kids. But we did have a lot of bacon grease and lard used. Nothing like a fresh batch of snaps cooked forever with a few tablespoons of bacon grease thrown in for flavor.

Hey, I missed everyone, and hope ya'll are all doing well and have had a great summer. I hate I missed the party-sounds like a lot of fun. We have been gone sooo much this summer. Tomorrow is the first day of school(yay!) so I hope I get to talk with ya'll more as maybe I will have more time.

Sandy, did you call me? I thought I saw your number on my caller ID but we have a new ans machine and you should unplugged it and lost all the messages. Were you inviting me out for Margaritas??? Hahah...I will try to call or email you tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007 10:21:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

welcome back O'Malley! I missed you. I wondered why I didn't get a answer back to my email I last sent.
I do ahve to disagree with you gals on the green peppers, cilantro and cumin. I love it all! I make a delish Italian bruschetta ( correct way to say it is broosh-schetah ) and it has to have cilantro! I don't like chess pie becasue it tastes too eggy and too much sugar for me. But I like the more toned down pecan pie, close but less sugar and eggs. Fried green tomatoes as well as tomato sandwiches have to be on the top ten list of good old Southeren food! To quote Rachel---YUMMO!

Thursday, August 09, 2007 9:25:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Welcome back O’mally, I was wondering where you were....
I must confess... I have a jar of bacon grease in the fridge! I am sorry but a spoon full in green beans, peas, etc makes all the difference in the world. The Saints mom loves my cooking and knows how to do the same but they chose to do the healthy thing and leave out flavor! I tell her that I do not care to be the healthiest looking one in the graveyard so I eat to enjoy the flavor! The Saints dad loves to come to our house and eat! He chows down on all the Southern favorites to include my famous Pecan pie Pronounced: PEE-KAN not CAN…. I reckon I will have to make y’all one for the get together on Aug 24! I finally hit the Saint up with the idea to come home and he agreed! So we will be there on the 24!!!

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:04:00 AM  
Blogger Stacey said...

HOLY COW!!!!!!!! SKEETER IS COMING!!!!!!! Big butt pictures, here we come!!!

Skeeter, when are ya'll coming and how long will you stay??? Since you are coming from the farthest, you get to pick where we have dinner!! So, be thinking on that one. We could always go to the VFW for schnitzel and beer (or other things to drink).... Didn't you say your folks like to do that?

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:27:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Yeaaaaaa Skeeters coming!!!!!!!! You are right too Skeeter, it is PeeKaahn not pee-can! Sounds like pee in a can, hey wait---- pee can,I can, she can, he can, we can,we all can, pee in a can! Dang if I ain't good poet! I need to get published.
Sheeter when you pick the place for dinner, just remember Non smoking.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:33:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Oh Stacey, I love the idea of the VFW on Schnitzel and catfish night! (Do they still do that? You will have to check for us) I may even get my parents to join us and Big Daddy can bring his pet pig Farland and his friends for y'all to meet! Pam would have to borrow a gas mask from Flyboy as the smoke is pretty bad if I remember correctly….

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:34:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

If there's a chess pie with chocolate in it, that might be to my liking since I LOVE chocolate! I'm so boring--whenever I go out for ice cream I've ALWAYS gotten chocolate. Always! But the regular yellow, sugary, mushy chess pie is gross. Sorry.

I don't care much for cilantro either. Alice is right--it tastes like soap. However, a little of it is needed in things like salsa. When we were at Cancun, the salsa had TOO much if it in and that's all I tasted. So, with certain spices, it depends on how much of it is used. But a green pepper--a piece the size of an atom is too much!

Yes Shannon, I tried to call you about Cats Are Us pictures, but it's take care of.

Oh, and Skeeter, The Boss LOVES Pecan pie! Bring one along for him! :) I make it, but not that often.

And Dragon is right about one thing: Biscuts and gravy. The South did good on that one! Country ham is okay, but too salty and then you have to drink all day long afterward.

And I've yet to find a decent cheese steak in the south. For some reason people want to put green peppers in it. NO NO NO. A basic cheese steak is sliced steak, sauted onions, cheese and a tomato-based sauce. NO GREEN PEPPERS. Of course, nowadays they doctor up a lot of traditional foods and make new versions, but I'll have to wait until I go back to PA to get a real cheesesteak.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:40:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Someone explain to Adrienne what a chess pie is. I don't know what goes in it. All I know is that it shows up at every church dinner and bake sale. It looks like darkened raw egg yolks that are set. Lord knows what they put in it besides sugar and eggs. Probably a dab of that LARD or bacon greese. LOL. Kyro syrup? =

Thursday, August 09, 2007 10:44:00 AM  
Blogger B said...

SKEETER IS COMING HOME!!! YAAAAYYY!!! Now if we could get Adrienne and Daisy Lou we'd have everybody (RIGHT?). I am very much looking forward to the 24th and plan to begin the major cleaning project this weekend nad continually work up to the day of our little get together. It's been awhile since I've had a major social event in our home--it will be so much fun!! I can't wait!!!

Thursday, August 09, 2007 11:12:00 AM  
Blogger B said...

oh by the way-it doesn't matter how you say pecan pie--you just need to have one made to eat if your going to bring up the subject LOL--I'd step over my own Momma for a pecan pie!Green peppers-nah-can't do them. It's not as much as the taste, but when I worked at a pizza place and we had to cut them up--they turn to slimey snot like within 12 hours--knocked me off of them for the rest fo my life. Biscuits and gravy--ate it every freaking morning when I was growing up. I go to Mosses Cafe over on Memorial sometimes on Saturday morning and have a big plate full. Theirs isn't bad, but Momma was better. I can make both, but I always make too much and Jeremy won't touch it. Grits are good, if they are cooked right as Dragon said. I would love to lay up some fried squash, cucumbers and okra--my squash and cucumbers came up this year, but the okra didn't. The squash and cucumbers have bloomed, but no pods to grow into fruit. I planted way too late. I have four water melons on the vine-I think by Christmas they will be big enough to eat -LOL

Thursday, August 09, 2007 11:19:00 AM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Skeeter, yes they still do the schnitzel dinner on Friday, no catfish right now. I just talked to Gene (the kitchen manager) to be sure they didn't have a special event or something on the 24th. Sometimes they hold a reunion dinner or something like that. But, he said the 24th is the regular schnitzel dinner, 5:30 - 7:00. They pretty much keep the smokers in the area up by the bar now. So, if we get a table across the room by the stage, smoke won't be a problem for Pam. She'd be further from it than she was sitting by B at Cancun's last week.

So, folks, what do you think about schnitzel dinner at the VFW before we go to B's house for PARTY???? This is the Post on Haynes Street behind Gateway Hospital.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 1:28:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Skeeter, you better make TWO PEE-KAHN pies for the 24th. Cause they are also Sweetie's favorite, and I can't make them!! I tried, they sucked, I refuse to do it again. My mom made the bestest!!!

Thursday, August 09, 2007 2:33:00 PM  
Blogger B said...

We probably will have to forgoe dinner--I'll probably still be scrubbing hair off the furniture up til the last minute.LOL SO you guys vote for whatever--just save room for snacks and such cuz I will be mighty P*SSED if I put 'em out and the only one's eager to eat them are Lucy, Charlie, Hines, and the Pearl cat - LOL. I'll have a big bucket of ice for chilling the BYOB part of the meal, and wil have beverages and beer in there also. Hope nobody has a problem with generic soda--if so, add that to your BYOB list.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 2:36:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Well guys we'll give the dinner a try if we can but if it is too smoky we'll have to go somewhere else then meet you back at B's for the gab fest. I have to admit the smoke did bother me some at Cancun's. You guys just don't know what a pain it is to have this bad of a allergy to smoke, it's caused me a lot of misery. Maybe they will have it aired out enough so that I can enjoy being there with ya'all but if not we can make up for it at Brett's.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 2:49:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Pam, the last time I was at the VFW was a long time ago. But the best I remember, the stage area where Stacey is talking about is pretty safe. Most of the smokers seem to stay by the bar but you would have to hold your nose while walking in the door and to the back area. Come on in and give it a try because you have to meet my dad. I will make him come with Farland even if he gets mad that they don’t have the catfish! I will bribe him with a cold one at the bar!

Brett, Generic is my middle name! I save money where I can so I have money for other fun things such as name brand Liquors and the house payment!

Okay, I think I have opened mouth and inserted foot here with the pecan pie talk! I bet pecans are at an all time high price now! I better rethink that brand liquor statement! Oh well, just how many do I need to bake???

I recall chess pies being nothing more then eggs, butter and sugar. Lots of sugar! My mom loves Custard pies. They are much better then Chess pies… Our Publix grocery store makes a pretty good one.

I just hunted down a Chess Pie recipe I had from way back, say 25 years ago. Made it once and too sweet for me to ever make again…

Part one:
Yellow cake mix
1 egg
1 stick of butter

Part two:
2 eggs
8 oz. cream cheese
1 box powder sugar

Mix part one all together. Press into baking dish.
Mix part two and pour on top of part one.
Bake at 350 for 45 minutes….

Thursday, August 09, 2007 4:14:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Brett, you better have your butt at the VFW!!! Do you think we care about animal hair on our butts, in our mouths, out our nose, ears, etc??? If there is not hair at your house, I will not know how to act! I keep a pretty clean house, but not a day goes by without fur! I would not know how to act without cat hair in my life!!! I still find Skeeter’s hairs on certain things and he has been gone for over 5 years now! Gee, forget the hair and join us so you can meet my parents, beside you and my mom can chat it up about the Waverly people y’all both know!

Thursday, August 09, 2007 4:22:00 PM  
Blogger B said...

I was there last Sunday--went to see the folks. Downtown is so dead. I only go n the weekkends, but when I was a kid, there were so many businesses on the squre that it was pretty busy all the time. Now it jusy seemes enemic. My father says that all Waverly needs is someone to drive the tombstone. His business is going down the drain as no one wants to pay to have their car or radiator fixed when the can go to auto zone and buy a plastic piece or aluminum piece instead of paying someone to QUALITY into their car that lasts for along time. I have some old post cards of the square if I can find them--I think one of them is in a scrap book. By the time we have this little shindig, I'll have Hines scrap book on it's feet.

Thursday, August 09, 2007 4:54:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Yep, the last time I was in downtown Waverly, it was pretty dead looking...

Thursday, August 09, 2007 5:37:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Ok Pet People listen up, I have a suggestion. I was thinking, if Skeeter is bring some pecan pies for later on why not forego dinner at a resturant and just do a potluck at Brett's and Jeremy's? Everyone can bring one of thier favorites. It doesn't have to be elaborate or fancy and can either be home made or take out, everything from appetizers to main dishes. If you're too busy or don't like to cook call something in somewhere or go through a drive through. What do you guys think about this idea? If it doesn't work for this time we can keep at least keep it open for another time. Votes everyone!

Friday, August 10, 2007 5:53:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. Brett, do you really think any of us Pet people would feel comfortable without cat and dog hair? I mean come on now, we live with sticky brushes in the house and autos but we don't use them very often. Fly Boy is always bitching about how we have cat hair on everything. I know we probably eat as much of it as the girls do when they groom themselves. Point being DO Not WORRY about any of us seeing cat and dog hair at your place. When you come here I'm sure you'll see plenty. I just have to make sure there isn't any sh-t in the floor up by one of the boxes. Now that I don't want you to see or smell.

Friday, August 10, 2007 5:58:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Pam, I am up for Pot Luck if it is okay with the Events coordinator (Stacey) and Brett!

Saturday, August 11, 2007 6:15:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

That's up to B and Jeremy since this would involve lots of people eating at their house. Now, I'm not going to coordinate who is bringing what! Pam can do that since it was her idea. Me personally, I'd rather go to the VFW to eat. But, as long as B says it is okay to potluck at their place, we can take a vote and majority rules.

Saturday, August 11, 2007 9:06:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Oh my gosh, Brett, I owe you a big apology! I cannot believe I just suggested having a potluck without consulting you first! I am so sorry! And this coming from a Officers wife who has lived by proper protocol always!!!!! IPlease chalk it up to Fibro Fog which I seem to a have a lot of lately. I need to call you and give you a proper apology as well. Anyway I'm sorry for not thinking. I will not let that happen in the future!

Sunday, August 12, 2007 2:06:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Pam, Pam, Pam. You've been hanging out with too many Yankees and losing your Southern ways. I'm so proud of you!

Monday, August 13, 2007 10:05:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy, That has to be it! I have never acted like that in the past! Oh I am so ashamed of my behavior!I must get back to myself and be the lady that I am.

This morning on the news they were showing a hog calling contest in Springfield ILL, and they looked like total dorks! John Dwyer shook his head and said "and they make fun of us here in the South" I so agree!

Monday, August 13, 2007 12:00:00 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Pam, I think you are really a Scarlet O'Hara. Southern on the outside and Yankee on the inside. LOL.

The lady that I am....You crack me up. This from the wild band chick. LOL. Yes, you are Scarlet. In fact, that's what I may call you from now on.

Monday, August 13, 2007 12:09:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Girl, what ya talking about? Of course I'm a lady! Don't you know you can be a hot rocker chick and still be a lady? You must command respect when you're in that lifestyle, and when you do you get it! People know which ones to look up to and which ones to look down on. A lot ( and I say lot NOT ALL ) of the groupies were the ones looked down on but they brought it on themselves. They didn't realize what the guys and girls in the bands really thought of them. You know what they say, "If it walks like a Duck" well then duh!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007 1:29:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Oh yea, I will be proud to be called Scarlet!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007 1:29:00 PM  
Blogger B said...

You guys are nuts! But I like it.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007 12:27:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Mama always said "It takes one to know one".

Wednesday, August 15, 2007 9:56:00 PM  

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