Okay, as we all know I'm new to this thing. I tried to copy and paste text from a Word document, and, NOTHING. Nothing? Really? Seriously? WTF? I don't know, that WTF may just be a rhetorical question, because my blogging sister was consulted and at least seemed to commiserate (sp?).
I ended up typing in my entry, ugh. But I did it, because I will not be thwarted by technology or the lack thereof. Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft. So read my post on www.youmightknowmysister.blogspot.com and feel the pain of all that typing. I sure did.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
On Second Thought
On second thought, I give myself a B. Maybe a B-. In my adult life, grades like that are just fine with me. Remember, there are surgeons who earned degrees with 'C' and 'D' grades. Probably more than I really want to think about.
I freakin' hate summer. It's true. I was born in a blizzard, and I still like snow and cold weather. The only thing I don't like about winter is ice - sleet and freezing rain. I have a small amount of phobia (if that's possible) relating to slipping on ice. I've hurt myself that way more than once.
Anyway, I'm not watering. Certainly not my lawn, if you can call it that. Hey, maybe all the weeds will die and when the grass comes out of 'dormancy' it will take over (a girl can dream, can't she?). I'm not watering the flowers or the trees in the yard. It's an experiment to see what really is drought-tolerant. I am continuing to water the 24 square feet of vegetable garden, although as things grow to their maturity and then go by, like the greens and the broccoli, I'm leaving those patches devoid of new plantings. I'm just tired of watering, and summer doesn't even officially start until tomorrow. Gonna be a long season.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in these United States, all kinds of flood-related devastation is occurring. Why oh why? And I've said this every year since moving to Delaware - If I wanted to live in a desert, I would have moved to the southwest. Waa-waa.
About that experiment regarding what is drought-tolerant? Obviously not me.
I freakin' hate summer. It's true. I was born in a blizzard, and I still like snow and cold weather. The only thing I don't like about winter is ice - sleet and freezing rain. I have a small amount of phobia (if that's possible) relating to slipping on ice. I've hurt myself that way more than once.
Anyway, I'm not watering. Certainly not my lawn, if you can call it that. Hey, maybe all the weeds will die and when the grass comes out of 'dormancy' it will take over (a girl can dream, can't she?). I'm not watering the flowers or the trees in the yard. It's an experiment to see what really is drought-tolerant. I am continuing to water the 24 square feet of vegetable garden, although as things grow to their maturity and then go by, like the greens and the broccoli, I'm leaving those patches devoid of new plantings. I'm just tired of watering, and summer doesn't even officially start until tomorrow. Gonna be a long season.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in these United States, all kinds of flood-related devastation is occurring. Why oh why? And I've said this every year since moving to Delaware - If I wanted to live in a desert, I would have moved to the southwest. Waa-waa.
About that experiment regarding what is drought-tolerant? Obviously not me.
Monday, June 14, 2010
A little something for me
I've decided I cannot spend all of my time dishing about my lying sister. There may actually be other things that cross my mind, so if they do, I now have a place to put them.
Wow, I remember being in junior high and being required to make journal entries. That's when 'journaling' started to become popular. I hated it. We had to hand them in once a week. Really. Did Mr. What'shisname think that anyone was going to have deep thoughts? Especially in hormonal junior high?
That shit continued in high school. What a pain in the ass. I would sit down the night before 'homework' was due and make shit up. It wasn't even good shit. Now look - blogging! I don 't even have to invest in pen and paper. I give myself - an A-.
Wow, I remember being in junior high and being required to make journal entries. That's when 'journaling' started to become popular. I hated it. We had to hand them in once a week. Really. Did Mr. What'shisname think that anyone was going to have deep thoughts? Especially in hormonal junior high?
That shit continued in high school. What a pain in the ass. I would sit down the night before 'homework' was due and make shit up. It wasn't even good shit. Now look - blogging! I don 't even have to invest in pen and paper. I give myself - an A-.
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