Ah, try this mini meatloaf recipe sometime when you don't feel like making a whole one. Instead of putting a big loaf in a bread pan just roll 8 balls and put them in a muffin pan. Decreases cooking time by 1/2 an hour too which is great for me because I am always in a hurry to eat. Made these for Super Bowl Sunday fillers, nice comfort food on a blustery day.

Ingredients

* 8 ounces lean ground beef
* 8 ounces lean ground pork
* 8 ounces ground turkey breast
* 1 large egg, lightly beaten
* 1/4 cup quick-cooking oats
* 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
* 1/4 cup ketchup, divided
* 3 tablespoons low-fat milk
* 1 small onion, chopped (3/4 cup)
* 3/4 teaspoon salt
* 1/8 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
* 1 1/2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce

Directions

Preheat oven to 375°F. Coat 8 muffin cups with cooking spray.

Mix beef, pork, turkey, egg, oats, parsley, 2 tablespoons ketchup, milk, onion, salt and pepper in a large bowl.

Form the mixture into 8 balls and place in the prepared muffin cups. Combine the remaining 2 tablespoons ketchup and Worcestershire sauce and spread about 1/2 teaspoon over each mini meatloaf.

Place the muffin pan on a baking sheet. Bake the meatloaves until their internal temperature reaches 160°F, 25 to 30 minutes. Pour off fat before serving.

Baking individual portions of meatoaf in muffin tins speeds cooking, standardizes serving size and produces a moist, delicious main dish.

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Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY?
Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire
pig just to get a little sausage.

Oink.

1. Men are like Laxatives ..... They irritate the crap out of you.
2. Men are like Bananas ..... The older they get, the less firm they are.
3. Men are like .....Weather.....Nothing can be done to change them.
4. Men are like Blenders You need One, but you're not quite sure why.
5. Men are like .....Chocolate Bars .... Sweet, smooth, & they usually head right for your hips.
6. Men are like ...Commercials ..... You can't believe a word they say.
7. Men are like Department Stores ..... Their clothes are always ½ off.
8. Men are like .....Government Bonds ... They take sooooo long to mature.
9. Men are like .....Mascara ....they usually run at the first sign of emotion.
10. Men are like.....Popcorn .... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
11. Men are like Snowstorms .... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
12. Men are like .....Lava Lamps .... Fun to look at, but not very bright.
13. Men are like Parking Spots..... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.

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I'm not sure exactly what it is but something just doesn't seem quite right..

She does have a good stomach though.

The boy himself is at once too simple and too complex for us to make any final comment about him or his story. Perhaps the safest thing we can say about Holden is that he was born in the world not just strongly attracted to beauty but, almost, hopelessly impaled on it.

~ Original book jacket of Catcher in the Rye

RIP J.D. Salinger

We have an emergency situation with our sweet Hercules and are putting out an ALL CALL rally to help him.

Hercules is our sweet older boy whose elderly owner was no longer able to care for him. Herc is blind and hard of hearing, however he is potty trained to use his training pads in the mornings and he also eliminates on his daily walks outside.

He has become very attached to his foster mom and loves the security of being near her at all times. Unfortunately her living situation has changed and she will no longer be able to keep Hercules.

Our current temporary foster homes are filled to the brim and Curly Tail fears moving Hercules into another "temporary" home will break this sweet boy's spirit.

We are putting an all call notice out to try and find Hercules a Forever Foster home to avoid having to move him again.

Because Hercules is blind and deaf it takes him a long time to acclimate to his surroundings and we do not want him to move again only to lose another home.

Can you find it in your heart to take this sweet boy in and let him live out his Golden years with the peace and love that he so deserves?

Herc would do best in a one level quiet home where his human is around often to comfort him.

Please contact Jill with inquires regarding Hercules: jill@curlytailpugrescue.org

We will have a Pug Kissing Booth where folks can donate $1.00 for a pug kiss! Curly Pug Jewel will be on hand to give kisses for our cause.

It should be a day of good fun and we hope to raise some money for our needy little puglets.

I enlisted my Dad to build the kissing booth (the things father's have to do for their kids!) and our resident artist extraordinaire, MB painted the canvas.

Here is a sneak preview of the booth..hee hee! isn't it too cute for words?

Check our Curly Calendar page for details on this and ALL of our upcoming events!

One of the houses was so bad there was literally only one thing that I liked about it - the neighbor's Donkey.
He was extremely cute, just hanging out in the front yard grazing.

My first thought was at least I wouldn't have to mow the lawn with him around.

"Lubbins" is pug language for "Lovin's", btw.

I can't believe there are people in the world who just throw their dogs away because they don't fit into their lifestyle anymore. But there are. I see it everyday.

It hurts me to know Plum was one of those dogs that somebody thought of as disposable especially after 10 years of living in the only home she ever knew with the only people she ever trusted, who one day deserted her just when she needed them most.

Sometimes she sits and stares off into space with the saddest little look on her face :( I wonder if she is thinking about them, wondering what she ever did to make them abandon her.

It makes me angry for sure. But more than anything it just makes me want to give her more Lubbins.

Probably the most rewarding gift as a dog owner who rescued versus buying from a breeder or pet store is watching the transformation that takes place.

Now granted Plum has a lot of ailments and still has a way to go with her allergies, diet and chronic ear problems but the good news is those sad looks she used to get...they happen much less frequently as time goes by.

Those once sad little faces are now replaced with snaggle-tooth smirks..

Where her neck was once a big red bald patch of itchy sore skin, it is now a thick and full white fluffy pug mane.

When she was once locked in a cold metal cage with no interaction or warmth of any kind, she now sleeps on fluffy blankets high atop human furniture..

Most importantly she will never have to worry about anyone giving up on her again and there will always be a fresh supply of the best medicine in the world - Lubbins!

Last night I dreamt that I moved into my dream house. I got the deal of the century on it too - even I couldn't believe how low my monthly payments were and I wondered why I rented as long as I did. Everything was fine and dandy except for one little oddity. I kept hearing this weird rustling and rattling noise coming from everywhere but I could not see - the walls, the rafters, the baseboards.

Then one night I was lying in bed and Plum started barking at something on the floor. I turned the flashlight on, looked down and saw the meanest nastiest looking snake slithering around and side winding on my nice new gleaming hard wood floors. It was hunting us, rearing its head up trying to get me and Purdy.

Trapped with an angry snake in the house, being stalked by it. My absolute worst nightmare imaginable.

After having the inspector come in I learned that my dream home was sitting on a rattlesnake den and was completely infested from the foundation up. The only way to get rid of them was to tear the house down and blow it up with dynamite.

Note to self - before I commit to buying any house make sure it has been thoroughly checked for snake dens.

I win.

I'm having one of those days.

She thinks to herself as said faithful dog gently rests a comforting chin on her masters shoulder and exhales a knowing sigh at the end of a particularly brutal day.