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*
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*
You're always a ROCK STAR.
Date: 2005-05-14 07:01 am (UTC)Have a glorious Saturday.
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Date: 2005-05-14 07:19 am (UTC)*eyes you*
Is it raining down there? We had showers early this morning. Now is PERFECT. Off to go excercise outdoors!
weak girly confession
Date: 2005-05-14 07:24 am (UTC)I am afraid of lawn mowers.
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Date: 2005-05-14 07:27 am (UTC)**sprinkles stardust on your "herbs"**
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Date: 2005-05-14 07:37 am (UTC)Haha. I adore you.
And yes, I've been having trouble lately with, um, suppliers as well. WOE!
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Date: 2005-05-14 07:39 am (UTC)As to my herb bed... are you SURE you can't find a way down here for Star Wars-fest? :-D
Pah. No worries.
Date: 2005-05-14 07:41 am (UTC)I *still* won't touch the edger or string-trimmer. I don't like gas powered machinery, unless it's a car.
your icon gets a laugh all its own.
Date: 2005-05-14 07:44 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2005-05-14 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-14 08:52 am (UTC)So.... No chance your India trip is getting cancelled so you can come play on Memorial Day, huh? *pines for you*
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Date: 2005-05-14 08:57 am (UTC)Your gardening club sounds like such fun and I find myself strangely interested in your herbs...
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:02 am (UTC)Okay, just for the hell of it -- tell me when it is again? I really doubt finances will allow it, but hey, might as well know the details.
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:08 am (UTC)My herb garden... she is lovely. *pokes you*
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-14 09:12 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-14 09:20 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:22 am (UTC)We party all Sunday, head off to see Star Wars at the DLP theater down the way (all digital - the ONLY way to see these movies) then people are dispersing to their homesteads later that day, Monday the 30th.
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:24 am (UTC)Did you know Christian Kane is going to be here next week? At The Brick (that's our ballpark.) No word on if he's signing body parts...
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:26 am (UTC)Broccoli slaw: grate brocolli stems, finely chop tops, grate a little carrot, purple cabbage, jullianne a few green onion stems.
If I eat the slaw alone, I'll mix in a dollop of plain yogurt and some chopped pecans or walnuts. NUM.
Seriously. I didn't know what the hell you were talking about.
Date: 2005-05-14 09:29 am (UTC)Like this: http://www.chamomiletimes.com/images/oregano2.jpg
Dude. Did Mr. S ever tell you the story of him being on a marching band trip in HS in Hawaii and he and his friend got suckered into buying a $100 bag of "pot" that was oregano? TWICE? Ha ha ha. They look NOTHING alike. What a maroon.
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:34 am (UTC)Re: Pah. No worries.
Date: 2005-05-14 09:43 am (UTC)Julia, even if I make everything else flowers or mulched walks, that has to stay grass, dammit
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Date: 2005-05-14 09:51 am (UTC)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
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Date: 2005-05-14 10:04 am (UTC)