Loathes..
None..how about that?
Loves..
DeWitte is the bomb! He mixed all my garden soil stuff for me yesterday (he didn't have to, I could have done it..and he didn't even ask!) and as of this afternoon..the spring garden is IN! Home grown carrots, here I come!
Dolly Parton's "PMS Blues" and Donny Osmond in Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat..DeWitte's playing some awesome music tonight.
Nathan was sick yesterday. He seems fine today but his cheeks are really red. I was wondering why when he told us it was probably the new shaving cream I bought..it burns his cheeks when he uses it. I didn't even know he was shaving yet! Nathan cracks me up.
If you were to suggest ONE nonfiction book that everyone should read, what would it be?
The premise is you save a lot of room and work and don't have the same problems you'd have with a regular row garden and I was all gung ho to get started because I don't have a single day to lose. I need to get my spring garden in so that I can get ready for my summer garden. The chef that teaches Nathan's cooking class said you need to plant your tomatoes when the geese start laying their eggs..so, apparently, I need to go stalk goose nests..maybe the ones on the side of the interstate, right after I get this garden out of the way.
I dug out half the old crap dirt the nursery sold me as compost last year (it was just mulch that had started to rot..compost my aunt fanny.) while Nathan
So, no vermiculite for me but that's not gonna stop me, I'm really in a hurry. I've got geese to go stalk and you have to take your time when you stalk geese, let them get used to your presence. Geese aren't the worlds friendliest birds to begin with, I imagine around their nests they might just peck off your face.
I misspell the word Wednesday on a regular basis (well..I misspell a lot of words on a regular basis but that's another story.). Even when I get it right I have to double check because it always looks wrong. Wed Nes Day
There's a local tax service that pays people to dress up like the Statue of Liberty or Uncle Sam, then stand on the corner and wave at passing cars, at all their stores, during tax season. I always wonder about the people that take that job (I also wonder how much they pay..they'd have to pay me a lot of money to stand on the corner and wave at traffic dressed as the Statue of Liberty!). I suppose if you were an aspiring beauty pageant contestant or wanted to be a professional parade participant, that job would look pretty good on your resume.
There are about 5 different kinds of city construction vehicles working on my street. We wondered, at lunch time, if maybe the city got their stimulus money and just decided to randomly widen roads but it turns out, they're just "cutting the shoulder" (I asked). I think that means tear up, three feet deep, all the yards on the other side of the street. I hope they're still here when Nathan gets home. He'd love to see it and it might make him want to change career goals. He brought a picture home from school last Friday (See..no problem with that day, ever.) that said his dream is to be a tow truck driver. Once he sees that front end loader in action, he might change his mind.
I walked into the living room this morning and DeWitte's cat had her head shoved into a bag of potato chips and was munching away like they were made out of crack. I didn't know cats liked potato chips. Thankfully, they're low fat..she porked out royal after I started buying her only canned food. Getting her head into that bag of chips is probably the most exercise she's had in days. Now I wonder if I should tell the chip eaters in the house that the cat drooled all over them..and then I wonder if it'd make a difference! Chips are a rare commodity in this house and I don't know if the cat eating them would lessen their value.
I went out to warm up my car this morning before I went off to school (Library Monday). The drivers side door was frozen shut. I manhandled it open, started the car and came in to finish getting ready. I finished getting ready and went out to leave. The drivers side door was frozen again and no amount of manhandling would make it open.
Fine, I thought, I'll just crawl through the passengers side. Now if you are a skinny person, and you were young and agile and it if it were a car that was bigger than a hot wheel and if you didn't have to maneuver over the parking brake and the stick shift, which are a lot like a seat tube (that's the bar on our bikes that we fell on when we were little girls that made it impossible for us to authenticate our virginity..should we need to), only vertical, it might have been a piece of cake. However, I am not a skinny person, nor am I young or agile, my car is no bigger than a hot wheel and that parking brake and stick shift could do as much damage as a seat tube if you aren't careful. Add to that, the old men watching from the senior center across the street and you might think that's as bad as it can get. Think again.
I got to school and prepared to maneuver myself back over to the passengers side so that I could get out..but now that door is frozen, too. That's right..I was frozen inside my car, in the school parking lot, which is in a residential neighborhood. Oh, what to do, what to do! I thought about calling my librarian, telling her I was frozen inside my car but the thought of the humiliation that might follow that scenario made that option impossible. I could just picture security being alerted, fire trucks being called, with my luck.. I'd feel like The Beaver when he got his head stuck in that fence. No thanks.
I sat and pulled at the handle, while ramming my shoulder against the door like a linebacker at spring training, it's times like that I miss that 100 pounds I lost, and then I called DeWitte. He thought the situation was fricken' hilarious..and frankly, by that time the claustrophobic panic I felt had subsided, so did I. Who the hell gets frozen inside of their car?! I'm not sure what I expected him to do about it, I think I just wanted the piece of mind, knowing that someone else on the planet knew I was frozen inside my car. Just in case I ran out of gas and froze to death, someone would come looking.
By that time, I knew that the doors were indeed frozen, but the windows worked. I saw no other option but to crawl out. If you're young, skinny and agile, if you're car is bigger than a hot wheel and if the actual window is wider than your actual ass, this might seem like a no brainer. I however, am a fat, middle aged mother unaccustomed to crawling anywhere but into bed. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't graceful. It was more like my car was violently giving birth to an unwilling 40 year old woman. I failed at my first attempt but after shedding my winter coat and sliding the seat into the farthest position possible, I lumbered out in the clumsy fashion of a drunk bull in a china shop. Only I managed not to break myself or my car and make it for my shift on time.
I do have to wonder, though, in that residential neighborhood, how many cell phone video's are being uploaded to Youtube at this very moment. It's a good thing my humiliation threshold is high or I might not be able to ever go back. And DeWitte did do something. He showed up at school and fixed my door so I didn't have to crawl back through my window, like the knight in shining armor that he is.
could chuck wood? Or a better question, how much snow has to fall to cause this many accidents (And this is just the tail end..they've closed a lot of the interstates, bridges and tunnels because people don't know how to drive in it.), close down businesses and delay all schools (If they're not closed all together) by two hours...
This much!
