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renovation

For the last two weeks my work place has been undergoing a total renovation. Ceilings, floors, walls and everything in between. I have been dreading it, anticipating disruption and delays. This outside company was supposed to start on July 7. They started on July 7. They were supposed to finish on July 18. They finished on July 19. And in between these guys were just wonderful: They were pleasant, accommodating and professional. I felt sorry for these seven people: They worked from 7am (I know because it fell to me to be there and let them) until 7pm (I know because it fell to me to be there and lock up after they left.)
Before they left they had moved everything back to its’ original place and clean up ever inch of construction/destruction debris. The place looks wonderful! They told me they were on to Philly next.Tomorrow I’m going to write the company’s owner (he was on site for a few days) and tell him how impressed I was his employees’ work. I hope they’re well paid

Out of Our Heads

I like this Sheryl Crow anti-war song

Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kD1XLJSu1Po


"Out Of Our Heads"
Lyrics: Bottrell/Crow Music: Bottrell

If you feel you wanna fight me
There's a chain around your mind
When something is holding you tightly
What is real is so hard to find
Losing babies to genocide
Oh where's the meaning in that plight
Can't you see that we've really bought into
Every word they proclaimed and every lie, oh
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Someone's feeding on your anger
Someone's been whispering in your ear
You've seen his face before
You've been played before
These aren't the words you need to hear
Through the dawn of darkness blindly
You have blood upon your hands
All the world will treat you kindly
But only the heart can understand, oh understand
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
Every man is his own prophet
Oh every prophet just a man
I say all the women stand up, say yes to themselves
Teach your children best you can
Let every man bow to the best in himself
We're not killing any more
We're the wisest ones, everybody listen
'Cause you can't fight this feeling any more, oh anymore
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart

Dead fetus bird

*****

So after work today I go out to fill the birdbath with fresh water and I see this: A Dead Fetus Bird in the BirdBath. My question is: How did it get there? Tis a puzzlement.

gardening

A reply to blu's comment on the post below.


Since my garden’s pretty well established—except for the plants I dig and divide, or move—it takes some time in the early spring to cut off the dead foliage, fertilize and apply new mulch, but other than that I don’t do too much except care for the few container plants (which I water weekly during the very hot weather.)
I mostly pick plants that do well in this zone so I do not water, I let Mother Nature do that. This time of year I only spend about one hour a week on my garden and that’s doing weeding.

Garden chores by the season:

SPRING: Clean up dead foliage and leaves from the beds. Dig & divide when necessary. Work in fertilizer and/or manure at base of plants. Fluff up and/or reapply mulch. Plant annuals—either seed or plants.

SUMMER: Weed, weed, weed. Enjoy. Water and fertilize container plants as needed.

FALL: ‘Long about October I’m sick of gardening, so I only dig & divide if needed. Plant bulbs and move plants around if needed. I usually let things go to seed over winter so the birds can have at it.

WINTER: Nada except look at seed catalogs and long for spring

more pictures

New pictures:

1. My new gnomie is his new homie among the parsley and geraniums in a barrel

2. Garden shot July 13: Butterfly bush, coneflowers, phlox, lamb's ears, Russian sage and liatris

3. White gayfeather (liatris). Last fall I dug it up in the backyard and replanted it in the front here and it's grown from a measley anemic two foot tall to almost four. It loves it in its' new home. Most liatris are purple, but I like the white variety.

4. Another shot of the pink garden phlox and the liatris.

Aren't sunflowers just happy little flowers?

A welcomed visitor!!

I got visited by a wee gnome today! He said he journeyed all the way from Wisconsin--sent by a lovely Shelfer named Orbie. Thanks Orbie! At this very moment he is busy making friends with all his fellow gnomes here in my abode. I'll soon post a picture of him in his new garden home.

That was so very sweet of you!~!!!

A long and productive life

Tasha Tudor 1915-2008
http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/06/20/america/obits.php


"Tudor frequently said that she was the reincarnation of a sea captain's wife who lived from 1800 to 1840 or 1842, and that it was this earlier life she was replicating by living so ardently in the past."

This woman was quite a character and inspiration. Too bad Allan didn't think her obit warranted a bit on the Comments Section.

I spent the Fourth of July just lazing around, doing some housework and watching the CREATE channel --which I think is an offshoot of PBS because the shows have no commercial interuptions. Sara Moulton has a cooking show there, as does that Italian lady Lidia Basticvich (sp?)

I'm also watching old old old (because he's dead) reruns of Bob Ross' painting shows. I love that guy and enjoy watching him paint. Most of his stuff looks the same----old barns, big dead-looking trees, mountains, skies, but I enjoy him--he's so serene.

I hate fireworks. They've been shooting off fireworks for four days straight. It began on Thursday, then, Friday, then last night and today some kids down the block are doing firecrackers. I'm getting to be more and more like Miss Nesta Kiki Marie who has "low slunk" over the floors for the last four days.

This morning before it got too hot, I cleaned out an abandoned little area of the yard. I weeded and discovered some coneflowers, columbine and dill had sprouted there, so I pulled everything but identifiable plants. I raked and mulched it and it looks half way decent. Oh. Oh, Oh. I've dioscovered a wonderful website: www.gardenrant.com Its' basic philosophy is that garden designers don't know shit--that a garden full of plants you love--regardless of if you break "the rules"--is okay dokey.

I want someone to make me a beautiful, tall, ice cold glass of lemonade---you can put some vodka in it if you wish.

more pics

Top to Bottom:

Red Hot Poker gone to seed.I love it!

The only variety of marigold I like.

Garden Phlox.

My first sunflower getting ready to bloom.

Daisy and verbena.

Your career choice

If I could have any other person in the world's career I would have to choose the career of the Travel Channel's Samantha Brown.

True, travel gets tiresome and I'm sure she's sacrificed a lot over the years--I don't think she has children or even ever been married--but she's seen the world, stayed in fabulous five-star hotels and destinations, and dined on the finest foods.

What a terrific career! Whose would you choose?

summer assignments

I've been insisting that LP read national, local and international news, then write a paragraph about each story.

Here's a recent entry:




International: Is Osama Dying? (Hell I hope so)
Osama Bin Laden, a name recognized for being a wealthy man’s son, not to mention his terror-network and thoughtless brutality towards anyone who opposes his religious beliefs. But recent news from CIA analysis and 2002’s Pakistani President claimed that Bin Laden has suffered from kidney diseasse and supposedly has only two to five months to live (as if!). Evading capture from U.S. Troops and other allied forces have people wondering, could it be a hoax? A hoax is no joax. (get it?) Not to mention recent videos put out in the Arabic Al-Jazeer news network show videos of Bin Laden looking healthier than ever! If what the CIA is saying is true then it’ll be a sad day for justice in America if he dies of naturally causes and was never brought to justice.. So Bin Laden may or may not be dying but I do know some people who are you brothers and your sisters and my brothers, so support the ttroops and do your part as an American and vote Barack Obama for President.This Liam, your son, doing as assigned. Back to the studio.

in bloom

Frankie hanging out with the coneflowers.

Two shots of my garden.

In bloom 2

1. Orange lily and purple coneflowers
2. Pineapple sage. This doesn't look impressive but it smells heavenly. I use it in iced tea. Hummingbirds love the blooms.
3. Monarda bee balm. Bees/hummers love it.
4. Yellow lily and the ever present coneflowers
5. Red lily

My Trip to Dayton

Some tidbits about my meeting:

• The Dayton meeting was productive. I was shocked. However the travel back to Indiana was horrible. I got caught in a torrential rainstorm on US 70 and c0uld not see ten feet in front of me. I pulled ovcr onto the shoulder with my flashers on and sat there hoping that no one would run into me. Cars were still moving, but some put on their flashers. It blew over in about 15 minutes and I was on my way again. I hate driving in bad weather.
• We went out for drinks and dinner on Wednesday. Since it was on the company's dime, I ordered a margarita with Patron tequila and then ordered a second.
• During the meeting Wednesday afternoon I felt this awful stabbing beneath my right breast. I went into the restroom and found that my underwire in my bra had popped out and the thing was poking me. I didn't bring an extra bra to an overnight meeting (would you??) and I tried to pull the damned thing out but it wouldn't budge so I twisted it the best I could so it wouldn't hit skin and continued on. As I hit US 70 (before the awful rain) I undid the bra hooks and remove it via the armholes of my shirt and chucked it outside the car going 65 MPH. Yes, I littered. But I hope some poor creature finds it and takes it back to their nest, home, etc and uses it in good health.

Today it looks rainy but I'm going to go run some errands (Post Office, Panera Bread) before it gets too bad.

I'm back, i'll write more after work.

Spidey, nuttin' I wasn't able to shop.

Spidey,
Tomorrow morning I'm going to Dayton, Ohio for a business meeting. I do not want to go to Dayton, Ohio for a business meeting, but there you go.
I'll be back Thursday.

This is the pink rose, catmint red hot poker, lambs ears, Shasta diasies, and lollipop lilies with a scattering of white coneflowers, and daylilies

This is another landscape pink rose mixed in with the catmint. I like the combo pink and blue.

These are orange asiatic lilies and coneflowers

This is a shrub/landscape pink rose

This is a plain old yellow lily that just bloomed

Hot 19

If you know these phrases, who says 'em and the shows that they're from, you're a reality show, HGTV lover too (I threw in one from a sitcom).
(Sorry Meme & Clanky . . .you may not know them)


1. Padma’s scar


2. “Hot tranny mess”


3. “Your show has been canceled”


4. “Oh, Clivey”


5. Introductions by Bill Bellamy


6. “Expect the unexpected”


7. “The tribe has spoken”


8. “You need to work on your shoulder position.”


9. “My mother is drinking her box of wine.”


10. “Make it work!”


11. “We’re apple-picking people in my family!”


12. “You shined and made it your own.”


13. “Mose works on the family beet farm.”


14. “Which house will they choose?”


15. “Will you accept this rose?”


16. “Who do you think should pay for your mistake!? Me? Byrd?”


17. “You threw me under the bus!”


18. “This journey has been so phenomenal!”


19. “Best dishes from my house to yours.”

more plants/no sex

I went to Meijer's this evening for some OJ, milk, red peppers, pretzels, frozen stuff, fattening stuff andshampoo when I spied a plant sale in their gardening area. Pincushion flowers, agastache, and creeping phlox in gallon containers for $2.54 each! Who could resist? So without knowing where I'd put them, I bought three of each. So that's my weekend chore.

LP's out on a date with a girl named Amy. I haven't heard about her so I asked some questions and got this:

She works at a local restaurant, her mother is an alcoholic so when her parents divorced she got to live with her Dad. They get along great, but her mother is pretty much out of the picture. She doesn't smoke. She doesn't drink or do drugs. She texts LP a lot. She's cute. She's nice.

They're double dating with one of LP's best friends and I told him, "Please do not have sex with this girl unless you wear a condom. We don't need little LPs running around when you're only 17 and don't know what you want to do with your life and don't even have a job."

"Mom, we're not going to have sex."

Famous last words.

She looks like Julia Roberts

So last night I went in to Family Video with the LP. I was looking around and this couple (around age 60) were looking at Becoming Jane about Jane Austen (played by Anne Hathaway)
Man: Who plays in that?
Woman: I'm not sure.
Man: She looks like Julia Roberts. Is it Julia Roberts?
Woman: No, it isn't.
Man: It sure LOOKS like Julia Roberts. What's it about?
Woman: Jane Austen.
Man: WHO?
Woman: Jane Austen.
Man ( I KID YOU NOT): Who the hell is Jane Austen??

(sheesh!)

The woman answered, "A dead writer from a long time ago."

His Left Foot

This is what I get . . .I left my camera unattended and my ten year old nephew photographed his foot

Sunday

We went to my sister's today for a birthday party for my four year old nephew and my six year old niece. It was all Hannah Montana and High School Musical for her, and Diggers and Dump trucks and Fire Engines for him.

I helped my B-i-L with the garden weeding. They've got about twice as much yard as we do and it was some chore--better than listening to Hannah Montana CDs with my niece though.

I've Been Shunned!

I tried to post an article about this museum patrons paying to get the restrooms named after themselves, but wordpress says I do not exist and since I don't exist they cannot send me another password.

Speaking of Password, have you seen Regis Philbin's new Millonaire Password?

Celebrities: Rosie O'Donnell and Tony Hawk (I don't care what is printed about Rosie, I just love her crazy ass.) One of her passwords was "Trump" and she looked pissed and rolled her eyes. haha

Then Betty White was a celebrity last week---with Susie Essman of Curb Your Enthusiam. Both were outstanding! Betty must be close to 90 and she's still smart as a whip. Her dead husband Allen Ludden was the original host.

Oh, another thing---Kathy Griffin is coming to Indy in August and my sister and I will probably go and see her.

ghost plant

One of my alliums looks like a ghosty plant!


By the way, my assistant (who is funnier than hell) came into my office looking all somber. She asked me if I felt, like the Mayan calendar says, that the world will end in 2012.

I asked "Why?"

"Because if it will, I'm going to quit my job now and just hang out for 3 1/2 years until the Big Showdown."


"But what if you do that, and the world doesn't end on that date?"


"Then I'm screwed I guess and I'll be back here asking for my job back."


"OK. Let me know what you decide."

Sex and the City

While BP was in seeing Iron Man, I was seeing Sex and the City.
I both loved it and hated it.

LOVED IT:

Loved seeing the Girls again! It was like a reunion.
Loved the clothes.
Loved the old Carrie quips/puns.
The Charlotte-shitting-her-pants-in-Mexico was funny.
Loved the soundtrack


HATED IT:

That fucking meatball Big. A fucking loon. Big damn baby. Man up. So you’ve been married three times: CARRIE HASN’T and she shouldn’t feel guilty—or that she was contributing to his Assholiness—by wanting a big wedding in the New York Public Library.

The Louise character felt like a throwaway—just so that they could cast Jennifer Hudson. She added nothing to the storyline.

That big dummy Samantha. Can’t a woman tend to herself AND be in a relationship?? She’s just a pussy who wants always to be the one who ends the relationship.

SEX AND THE CITY: The TV series A

SEX AND THE CITY: The Movie B+

Rain, Rain go away.
Go and visit
Doris Day.

my new purchase

Are donuts worth it?

So I was waiting in line at a local donut shop this morning waiting to buy some breakfast for my staff when the only employee (she looked about 60) was talking to the lady customer (she looked about 40) before me.

I was getting irritated because a) it was after 8:00 already, and b) she couldn't actually get the woman's order AND talk, she'd stop to talk then continue fulfilling her order, and c) the customer didn’t give a rat’s ass about the employee and wanted to get the hell out of there too.


Employee: Did you see the woman who just left? That was my sister, and I had a foot surgery a few weeks ago and she doesn’t even care! She’s always on my case and dresses me down.

Customer (disinterested): Yeah?

Employee: She always did and now it’s even worse and when I don’t do something she wants she says “I’ll get Mom on you!” and then I go ahead and do it. If my foot didn’t hurt so much I’d take her down!

Customer: Your grown woman of a sister siccing your mother on you—another grown woman?

Employee: Yeah, and my sister does! She tells Mom on me!

Customer: Why should you care what your mother says about you two bickering? You’re a grown person.

Employee (looks like she’s thinking about it): Hm, I dunno.


I was saying beneath my breath “Oh good God already!”

I just wanted some freaking donuts and I wander in on a fucking Dr. Phil session.

Bling

I was reading InStyle magazine and there was an advertisement for this watch "The Manhattan" by Jacob & Co.,. It's a limited edition and I can't even find the price--it's 18K with 50 million diamonds so I'm sure it's pricey. You can't tell from this particular picture, but the watch has words like "5Th Avenue" "Park Avenue" "Wall Street" and "Times Square" on it. I'd like to see it in person. It's described as a man's watch, but hell, if you want to buy it for me, I'll wear it. Thanks.

It's Sunday and I didn't do a damned thing.

Got up at 9am and read the paper on the porch. Didn't even make coffee or go for coffee.

I saw a lot of open houses listed and was going to check out a few just for the heck of it, but was too lazy.

LP got up at 11, and BP finally got up at noon and went out to fix the Kia--it was running rough.

I washed a load of towels.

LP & I went to the grocery store and I made tacos for dinner. We also bought stuff to make milk shakes later.

Storms and a guerdon for a Geeky Kid

Holy crappola. We had S_T_O_R_M_S last night. Thunder and lightening and more lightening and tornado warnings. Our poor, poor kitty spent the whole night either under the couch or under the green chair. She came out once to go to her litter box and that cat was "low-crawling" across the floor.
In between the going to the basement because of tornado warnings, I watched the Scripps Natioshnul Speeling Beee. Those kids ASTOUND me! They must just study and study and study the dictionary and other word books "Is there an alternate pronounciation?" "What is the origin of the word?" "Can you use it in a sentence please?" The same questions over and over. The winner was Sameer something from West Lafayette, Indiana!!! YAY Sameer, you adorable nerdy geek!!!! You won!!! I think last night the print in front of his name said he wanted to be a neuro-surgeon. YAY for you Sameer! He won on the word "guerdon" which means "reward." Very appropriate. http://www.jconline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080531/NEWS/805310323&referrer=FRONTPAGECAROUSEL

yesterday's project

BP & I went to Menard's yesterday for a few things he needed and I saw this ugly plain wood and plastic chair in the markdown aisle for $20. I bought it, a can of "Jade" spray paint and one of "Key Lime." BP took the chair apart so that I could paint the slats and here it is--no longer plain, no longer ugly. A piece of functional garden art which I can sit down in when I'm out there working and get tired. I like it. I was going to paint each slat a different color, but BP reigned me in a little.

genetic mutant

My white lupines

Miss Kiki Marie

A little background: LP has designated the big green chair in the living room as Nesta Miss Kiki Marie’s chair. LP loaded it with comforters and a big old pillow.

Nesta was in the room with me yesterday when I was watching HGTV’s Househunters. She must have thought they said Mousehunters because she was staring at the TV in awe. Her hind-end was down in between the back of the chair and its cushion so all that was visible is her head and two front legs. She’s an odd little thing but we love her.

Plants and that sexy Frenchie

We had planned to go to Sanibel Island this summer for vacation, but since we owed a boatload Federal taxes that put the kibosh on those plans. But I still want to go somewhere—even for a few days. A long time ago I went to visit the Indiana Dunes on Lake Michigan and I fell in love with the area. So I’m researching it. I’m also looking at the touristy towns along Lake Michigan in Michigan itself.

Did I tell you that I’ve got two white Russell lupines blooming? I’ve had pink lupines for several years but I can’t figure out where the white ones came from—unless I threw out a package of seeds a few years ago. That might have happened.

My mother-in-law called me this afternoon and asked if I want some yellow-striped foliage irises. She and her master gardeners’ club take care of a public area in the town she lives in that she planted several years ago. She said they’ve outgrown the space and she’s going to divide them. I told her that I needed to divide my irises this year—probably in October-- because the clump is just massive. So I’m going to take some of the yellow-striped stuff and I offered her some of mine this fall. She visited here a few weeks ago when I was working and told me that my garden looked great and I told her that I was really into amending the soil this year. I told her that she needed to get some of the agastache I had gotten from High Country Gardens. Since she lives on a farm I’ll bet she has zillions of hummingbirds around there just dying for that plant.

I’m taking off a few days this week—just because. I need to weed and I still need to cut down the old growth from my ornamental grass. I’ll probably get started on that tomorrow.

When BP comes home, LP & I will take him to see the new Indiana Jones movie.

The Oxygen Channel was showing that sexy Diane Lane movie Unfaithful. Damn! That Frenchie man is sexy with a capital SEX. Richard Gere aint too shabby either.

Sing It Sister

BP is in Arizona on business so LP and I are going to my oldest sister’s house today where she is hosting a cookout. I’m bringing a Greek salad, with my homemade lemon, olive oil and oregano dressing.

It’s supposed to be a spectacular day weather-wise so I’ll probably get roped into helping her with her yard work (which I don’t mind in the least.)


I’m also going to cut some flowers and put them on my Dad’s grave


I was in Kroger’s the other day . . . in the dairy section, when The Beatles’ Ticket to Ride came over the store speakers. I was groovin’ on it when I heard an older lady behind me just belt it out along with John, Paul, George and Ringo. I looked back, smiled and said, “Sing it, Sister!” She shrugged and smiled and said, “Might as well . . . can’t dance!”

Are you doing anything fun this Memorial Day weekend?

The sidewalk's edge

LP did something punishable by being grounded to the house/yard for a week.

He's told me for the thousandth time that he's "bored--there's nothing to do." Big deal---you made your bed, Buddy.

Anyway he told me that he was going to go outside and sit. So I catch him dragging a chair to the very edge of the sidewalk so he could watch "hot females drive by and wave to me."

Not much to post about today, but I'm thinking about opening a Roth IRA! But I bet most of you had already heard something about that.

I'm in the process of researching the most ghastly, druggie, air-polluting, water-polluting companies to give my money to. Any suggestions?

We had a good rain last night. That's my first iris in full bloom. And my first orange poppy---love that color! And the first picture is dame's rocket which is really a "weed" but I love it in bloom so I let it live in my garden. Meme my lupines are in bloom too.

Stolen cheesecake

We picked up my mother on Thursday and she’s been staying with us for a few days. Other than the fact that she’s very hard of hearing and refuses to get hearing aids, so you have to repeat everything at least twice, she’s been a very good guest.

She loves the coffee I make, and the Entenmann’s donuts I buy.

We went out to eat last night. The three of us (me, LP & BP) ordered desserts—she said she didn’t want any—but when they came, she told the waitress that she’d ordered the cheesecake and proceeded to eat every last bit. In reality THE CHEESECAKE WAS MINE!! LP laughed and laughed and thought that his Grandma pilfering my dessert was the funniest thing ever.

bad news/good news

Bad News:
I was in a meeting today from 9am until 3pm

Good News:
I received three free autographed books.
The Seventeen Traditions by Ralph Nader
The Riverkeepers by John Cronin and Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy by Barbara Ehrenreich

Bad News:
I was in a meeting today from 9am until 3pm

Dinner Conversation

With different schedules BP , LP and I unfortunately rarely have dinner together. Dinner time when I was growing up was a major production---what with 2 parents, 2 grandparents and seven kids. We almost always had political discussions—usually with my beloved grandfather railing against the Russians, whom he called “Rooshans.”

Being the outspoken dudette that I was, when I was in junior high, I remember getting into almost a knock down, drag out fight with my Dad about the Vietnam War demonstrations going on at Wabash College. Even though he was a Democrat, he was also a former Marine, and he was a “support the president, right or wrong” kind of a man. Having lived through Reagan, Bush 1 and some of Dubya, he outgrew that stance. He was almost as rabidly anti-Republican as Naggy poo and Bly are.

Well anyway, this evening BP, LP & I had a very nice dinner discussing (of all things) the Bay of Pigs invasion, the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Cold War.. LP couldn’t believe it when I told him that, in grade school, we had regular “duck & cover” drills in the hallways so we’d be prepared in the event that the Rooshans dropped the Big One on us.

I'm tired of posting stuff.

previews

I saw Baby Mama this afternoon. It was good--why wouldn't it be--it stars Amy Poehler, Tina Fey and Steve Martin.

What was almost even better was a preview of a movie opening in July: Mama Mia starring Meryl Streep, Julie Walters, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth. It looks fantastic! I can't wait.

Speaking of Meryl . . .she's starring in a biography of Julia Child. I saw her in make up and she looks like a great Julia . I can't wait for that one either.

Signature lines

Do you know someone who puts a quotation in their email signature? Most of these signatures are annoying—especially those coming from work email.
A few days ago I got this email from one of my counterparts in another department. She was pissed that I hadn’t done something she thought I should have—even though it was in her court and she got called on it in a meeting.
The email went something like this:

WHY DIDN”T YOU SAY SOMETHING IN THAT MEETING?? I CAN’T BELIEVE NO ONE SAID ANYTHING! It wasn’t MY fault that it was SCREWED UP and NO ONE SAID A DAMNED WORD! This is gonna come and BIT ME IN THE ASS Come BONUS TIME IN a few weeks. I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!

What was funny is that her signature line was:

"I don’t sweat the small stuff, and I’ve discovered that it’s all small stuff."




You gotta admit---that’s funny.

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Many people at my workplace have gone to inserting their picture in their emails--right above their name. People should not do this.

Primary Day

I'm up.
I'm dressed.
I have my voter's ID card.
I'm ready to cast my vote for Hillary Clinton.
I'm thrilled.

blu thought I might enjoy one of these mugs. She's right!

Good luck on Tuesday Hilly!

The flu saga

This flu has been brutal. I feel I’m about 80% of capacity, but now BP has it. What is it about men that makes them awful patients? It’s like he’s the only person who’s been sick. “I must have it worse than you did, Puddin.” Umm. Noo. I just have to do some things so I dragged myself up a few hours to get them accomplished.

I made the mistake of giving him this little bell to ring when he needed something. Last night he slept in our bed and I slept on the couch—for a few reasons: 1. I didn’t want to try to sleep with his feverish, sweaty body tossing and turning all night. 2. I was still coughing a lot and didn’t want to wake him up.

By the third time he’d rang that damned bell in the middle of the night, I wanted to shove it up his ass or cram it down his throat. “Puddin, can I have some cold water?” “I need a straw.” “It’s time for my cough medicine.” “I think I need another flu pill.” “Would you run this washcloth under cold water, it’s too hot.” “I feel awful.”

Throughout the night I was worried that we'd have some kind of emergency (a fire . . a robber . . .an earthquake . . .) and I'd have to try and haul BP's sick ass outside. Thank God nothing like that happened.

I didn’t even hear the alarm this morning and overslept and was late for work. Work today was more than pleasant when I realized that the alternative was to answer that damned bell all day.

Anyway, BP is slightly better because today he’s eaten two popsicles (“Do we have any of the red ones left?”), a small hunk of French bread, an over-medium egg (“with just a tiny bit of salt and a medium amount of black pepper, Puddin”), a blueberry muffin and two Saltines. He’s also had lots of water and an orange Gatorade.

Please cross your fingers that LP doesn’t get it. Thank you.

I feel like crap. I'm sick. Chills. Fever. Coughing. My bones hurt yesterday.
But I have to go into work for at least a little while today because we're so freaking busy.
Blech

The world can rest easy: Baller won $500,000 on Big Brother. He's giving $100,000 to an autism charity to help the same kids he called retarded.

Orent-licker

I got a lot accomplished on my day off. I have bags of mulch and mushroom compost and peat and potting soil heaped in my yard. I moved around some yard things to make room for the family of gnomes coming to stay for the summer.

Boy is Indiana ever popular with the Democratic candidates, but we haven’t seen McCain which doesn’t disappoint me any. Hillary and Obama are running constant television and radio ads. It feels so special to be courted.

One local politician-guy caught my interest just because of his name: David Orentlichter. Pronounced Orent-licker. I looked up his website and seems he’s both a physician and an attorney. I wonder if he’s ever sued himself for malpractice. Anyway, the pictures on his website are pretty bland: One of him, his wife and their 2.1 children looking all “Ideal family.” One of him with two hard hat-types—this is probably to impart the fact that he’s pro-jobs. And one of him reading to African American kids (one’s looking bored as hell.

I think it would be refreshing to hear a candidate say “I have no new ideas. I’m dumb as a post. I just want to go to Washington so I can get free haircuts, free postage, free health care, a kickass retirement, and get wined and dined by people wanting my vote on legislation.Vote for me! I’m John J. Dumbass and I approve this message.”

Day Off

I've decided to take off work tomorrow to head to Menard's and get my Spring order of mulch, peat moss, and other gardening accoutrements.

I might insist that BP take off too and go to Panera's with me before Menard's. He's not a coffee person--he loves tea.

We had a wonderful Sunday. We grilled hamburgers, hot dogs and corn on the cob. It was (as Racheal Ray would say) "yummo."

I tok a shower and am headed off to read.

Lesson for the day

BP got the mower ready for this season and the LP mowed the lawn yesterday.
Remember: Do not scalp your grass! Set your mower at about three inches high so your grass can get thick and remain healthy. Set too low can cause bare spots in your lawn and invite disease and weeds to sprout.

Having said that, why not get rid of most of your lawn and plant some native plants. Lawns are old leftovers from English lords and ladies and palatial estates to show how wealthy you were. Nowadays with gas prices so high, we don't need vast expanse of lawns. Lawns require fertilizers and water and gas for mowing whch releases god awful chemicals into the air.

Once established native plants (easy to research what is best for your area of the country) require very little care and water and fertilizer. Plus you'll be doing all the little birdies, butterflies, ladybugs, earthworms and other beneficiary buggy boos a massive favor by providing food and shelter.

Google "(Your State name) native plant list" or email Ded---I'm sure he'll be happy to help you. :)

Survivor

I'm watching Fans Vs Favorites Survivor, and while she's not my favorite to win, Cirie is excellent at strategy--booting out Ozzy tonight with his immunity idol unplayed. Great move!

Jason's growing on me--he's naive but a good game player.

For my affection, no one can beat that muscley gravedigger James. He's so very purdy!

People please

Who first started saying "at the end of the day"?

Also "It is what it is"?

I'm sick of both of these sayings.

Is it Dr Suess-type philosophy?

What gives?

My daffodils are blooming








The fence, which is probably four inches on our side of the property line, plus today she was on her ass putting down those planks and marble rocks which encroaches even more.