GIP!

[stoney321]

For those that remember the FANTASTIC film, Rocky. Ha ha! You're a CHAMP! Women weaken legs!!

All last night I kept telling the kids, "You're gonna eat lightening and crap thunder!" They didn't, though. They ate pizza.

Today is all about the outdoors. Mmmm. Upper 70s, garden is growing, things are blooming, dead birds and bunnies are... under... the... trampoline. Dammit, cats! Well, Mr. Stoney is home, so he's on clean up detail. Yesterday, I was a ROCK STAR. Mowed my lawn, no small feat considering this is my lawn mower. My husband can barely push it without having a coronary. Because he is WEAK. I am strong. HA! BTW, it weighs about 48 pounds. But my lawn? She is a PUTTING green. And no gas, no oil... Just woMAN power. Fertilized, weeded, (hand pulling-only way to be SURE) pruned what needed pruning.

Today is my MG garden club get-together. We get together every month and swap plants. Oh, and drink margaritas. THIS AIN'T YO GRANNY'S GARDEN CLUB!

My *cough*herbs*cough* are growing nicely in the bathroom. Need to find a flourescent light for my attic. If I go to jail, I loved you all. Maybe I'll find a nice, butch girl with a sweet face to make me hers.

*enjoys the morning breeze with a hot cup o'joe*

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You're always a ROCK STAR.

[somecandytalkin.livejournal.com]

If so? I'll bring you a file baked in a cake. My friend's growing hers in the middle of tomato cages. With climbing veggies on the outside of said cages.

Have a glorious Saturday.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

See, that's smart. They're tropical, meaning, no direct sunshine, but filtered sun all day. Basically my suppler is gone. And um, I don't know how to find good herbs anymore.

*eyes you*

Is it raining down there? We had showers early this morning. Now is PERFECT. Off to go excercise outdoors!

weak girly confession

[likeadeuce.livejournal.com]

I have never mowed the lawn.

I am afraid of lawn mowers.

Pah. No worries.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Man, I *hate* lawn mowers, too. Noisy, stinky, can take your foot off... With Mr. S traveling every week, I needed something that I could manage. Hence the reel mower. (Did you see the link? It's an old, fashioned push mower, but on crack.) No oil, no missing toes..

I *still* won't touch the edger or string-trimmer. I don't like gas powered machinery, unless it's a car.

[entrenous88.livejournal.com]

My respect for you has just skyrocketed because manual lawn mower? Whoa. Dude.

**sprinkles stardust on your "herbs"**

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

SERIOUSLY. It's a hell of a workout. Gotta keep my back from flabbing up. And I do it three times a week. *sigh* THAT is why I want more flower beds than grass. It's almost a 1/2 acre.

As to my herb bed... are you SURE you can't find a way down here for Star Wars-fest? :-D

[buffyx.livejournal.com]

My *cough*herbs*cough* are growing nicely in the bathroom. Need to find a flourescent light for my attic. If I go to jail, I loved you all. Maybe I'll find a nice, butch girl with a sweet face to make me hers.

Haha. I adore you.

And yes, I've been having trouble lately with, um, suppliers as well. WOE!

your icon gets a laugh all its own.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

What's the deal?! They are either disappearing, they make you sit on their stinky sofa for four hours to listen to crap stories before you can even bring up a sale...

Or you're like me: mom in suburbia, totally out of touch with the world at large. HA! Fortunately, that MG badge gets you supplies without an eyebrow raised. I was *blown away* by how many old, stodgy gardeners enjoy fully their herb gardens. Hee!

[tx-cronopio.livejournal.com]

SNORF. *pat runs off to sign up for MG program*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

We're a small faction, but deeply rooted. Bwah.

So.... No chance your India trip is getting cancelled so you can come play on Memorial Day, huh? *pines for you*

[sangueuk.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna eat lightening and crap thunder!" Hmmm...sounds like a description of me after my chick pea salad lunch.

Your gardening club sounds like such fun and I find myself strangely interested in your herbs...

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Hee! Or after my red pepper hummus and broccoli slaw pita pocket. Heh.

My herb garden... she is lovely. *pokes you*

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

It's like thunder! Lightining! Thanks for the early morning (well, it is to me - I was up 'til 4:00) disco.

Herbs, 'eh? I call mine drop leaf table. It's that gardener / antique-whore difference between us. I think I'm gonna paint my kitchen today. Or buy shorts. Not sure which. There are evidentally squrirels the size of Rodents of Unusual Size in my attic above my garret. Or else Caza's got someone stashed up there.

I'll come see you in the pokey (heh, pokey) where you'll no doubt be leading a madcap group of miscreants in "Hard Cock Life."

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

So, you aren't going to consume my herbs when you come visit me on Memorial Day weekend? :-D

I have no idea what you are talking about with the comparison of my Vietnam herbs and your drop leaf table. Seriously.

I should loan you DarthAnne. She's our resident serial killer.

[elcazavampiros.livejournal.com]

You are a goddess and Mr. Stoney is a lucky man. crazydiamondsue would never mow a lawn due to a "medical condition." That's called laziness. Just Kidding. She's prone to break out in a bad rash when around cut grass. It's kind of weird and disturbing.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Wait till you get here. I'll show you my mower of BAD ASSNESS.

I'll be sure to mow before Sue gets here and sweep up clippings.

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

It must be ten years since anyone I know got popped for inconvenient herb publicity, but that time it made the front page "There were only four plants, said the sheriff's deputy, but they were as big around as Christmas Trees." (Family pride comes where you can get it).

Thanks for the Very Silly Card and the delightful little gila-ish lizard. Franklin won't get anywhere near the lizard; I think he got himself scared to death by the one time his bunch of little Texas suburbanite hoodlums found themselves a real one down in the creek bottoms in Hillsboro.

Speaking of which, am I wrong to insist that Arlen looks just like Hillsboro? It doesn't help that Franklin looks a lot like Hank Hill, if Hank had left Texas at 13 and spent his Wonderbread years living two blooks from the corner of Melrose and Western.

Julia, Mr. Space, he is a conflicted kind of guy

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Ha ha! One of my favorite pics of my dad comes from his stint in Vietnam, where, as a supply sargeant of a dubious nature, lived in his own "place" outside the base. Int his pic, my handsome father is standing on his porch, leaning against a bamboo support, arms crossed, blissed out expression, and Mei Ling standing behind him with a fatty. The plants up against the porch railings are taller than the house. And I believe they are of Cannabis genus. Heh.

I'm so glad you like the little lizard. Couldn't find a run'd over armadillo, so I figured it was the next best representative of Texas animal life. The card made me crack up in the store.

As to Arlen, having gotten sloshed with Mr. Mike Judge, I'll say that he based it on Garland (get it?) where he grew up. But it could be any small Texas town close enough to a big town to induce "shopping trips."

[mskakaako.livejournal.com]

Dude, you got a 'herb garden'? No wonder you're planning a trip here. :D

Also, I should hook you up with the guy who lives downstairs. He's got the stinkiest herbs I've ever smelled and he seems to only enjoy them when our windows are all open. The smell is putrid and unlike any pot I've ever smelled. He must mix it with something else. I've got to call in some favours pretty soon because he is driving me crazy...my shampoo even smells like it.

You Americans are weird that you can be hauled off to jail for that. Seriously weird. When I used to work for a certain local bookstore, all the manager meetings didn't officially commence until the pot came out. Of course, this is the same chain that dwindled down to one lone store, but still, at least they were relaxed about business going under.

Totally OT, but Will Ferrell is going to be on SNL. Let's hope Horatio is sick tonight.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

believe me, I think it's weird, too.

Ugh, that sucks about Mr. Stinky neighbor. Fortunately, our back patio is a large, open space where the wind whisks away the funky smell. Oh, and we're not stinky hippies who smoke all day, every day.

It's a special occassion kinda thing.

I got so excited when I saw the promo! WOOT!

[violethamster.livejournal.com]

Great icon. And oddly inspiring, if you don't think about it too hard.

Jesus, woman. You should be out using your superpowers to save people. I once tried to mow my parents' lawn with a push mower, moved it about 1 1/2 feet and was like, hell, no, I'm gonna go sit on the couch and rest now.

I cry for the bunnies. Cats are cute fuzzy evil. And damn, I'm boring - I was feeling all adventurous for planting some basil and mint.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

*dons cape*

Here's a tip for that mint (unless you want the entire planting bed filled with mint): plant the mint in a CONTAINER in the ground. Keeps it from popping up everywhere.

Unless, um, you're planting it in a pot already. In which case, tallyho!

[anelith.livejournal.com]

You are made of STEEL! Good lord, I'm going to have to show this to my husband, who does complain most heartily about mowing the lawn with his regular gas mower. And we have a pretty small yard. Every so often he wistfully says how much he'd like a larger yard to play in with the kids, and I have to remind him that it means more MOWING.

Why do you suppose the space under the trampoline is so appealing as a morgue? Max used to bring us the little dead bodies and lay them on the front mat as presents. How sweet.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Dude. Gas mowers are for pussies!! You tell him I said that. With his "drive action" taking away the majority of the effort in pushing. With his "powder coated thin-gage steel housing" making his mower weigh about 20 pounds... 48 pounds! Havry steel with CAST IRON reel!

Hee! And my mantra is less grass = less maintenance. Flowers (and for that matter, WALKWAYS) require less water, maintenance, effort...

I think the "morgue" is centrally located in the yard = 360 view of potential "marks" and has a covering to protect them from the owls. We've had neighbors lose a cat due to a Great Horned Owl feeling peckish.

[paynbow.livejournal.com]

Heh...my uncle used to keep his *cough*herbs*cough* in the closet. One day gran visited him and saw this plant there. She turns and says, "Frank, what is this plant doing in the closet?" Uncle Frank says, "It's an African Fern, mum. It needs the dark..." Of course, when she came back a couple weeks later and noticed that all these leaves were missing, she decided it DID need sun, so she put it in the front window of his apartment, so all the people on the busy road could see the pretty African Fern as they drove by... *g*

I had margarita last night...mmm mmm good!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

BWAH!! I read that to my husband.

Were they Stoney 'ritas? I had a few yesterday at my garden club. YUM.

[chantal87.livejournal.com]

I lurve the icon. It is tres fabulous! Mickey was the coolest old guy ever.

My *cough*herbs*cough* are growing nicely in the bathroom.
Good for you. It's been almost a year since I've indulged. I think its about time to head on down to Georgia to visit my Uncle Dave.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Speaking of funny icons... *points to yours*

Oh, everyone needs an Uncle Dave, it sounds like. Heh!

[lynnenne]

*hoots at your icon*

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Don't forget Mickey's words of advice: WOMEN WEAKEN LEGS!

*feeds you lightening*
*braces self*

Lynne!! I mees you! Whatchu been doon? Play coming along? Off book yet?