LambsQuarterGarden

This blog is so done

2009-07-02T08:53:00.000-07:00

I am moving back to the Dirty Disher blog. This garden blog has been randomly chosen by blogger as some asshole experiment in which the blog owner is given a random cookie about 8 inches long. It shuts off the site for me and I can't view it. It knocks off my whole screen. I've been fighting it for a long time and going throught the Disher site to post. Blogger doesn't give a shit and doesn't care that me and other people are being fucked with. I 'm glad I didn't delete the old site. If I didn't have a place to bitch I would die. Damn, though, I am so sorry to do this to you guys, I know it's a real pain in your ass, but, I can't see you or respond to you, so it's my only choice. I guess I'll always be the Dirty Disher. Click HERE.

Oh, and don't respond to anymore posts on here, it's just to hard for me to see them. Again..I am so sorry. Man, this is frustrating, but, I can't fix blogger. Only they can and they don't care. P.S. If I don't accept their evil cookie, I can't log in at all.

Birth control and stupid people

2009-07-02T07:14:00.000-07:00

That idoit Heidi Montag is talking again, that's one bitch you can't even accuse of being young-dumb because she won't get any smarter than she is right now and right now she's so dumb she should kill herself. Let me paste in a sample..
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Heidi Dumbfuck quote: "I was just saying about birth control, because I got very scared about it the other day and I felt like God was telling me that this was something just created by the government that is really bad for my body and I was just getting sick, and I researched it, and one of the founding people who invented birth control said it was the worst thing they had ever done, they wished they'd never created it, how it morally corrupted society, it's just sickening to him. How it devalues women, how it causes depression, how it can cause cancer, how it sterilizes your body, and what it does to your body, how most women are suicidal sometimes on it, and in fact, in order to even stabilize the population right now, each woman would have to have three children, that the population is decreasing so much that population control is just a myth.
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Forget the goofy conspiracy theory, does anyone else on here remember when there was no birth control?? I do. I grew up in that weird time in history when the evolution off all things pertaining to women were taboo. That's right, half the population didn't count. Oh, they had the vote, but, no one I knew used it. They raised the kids, but, none of them knew how. Every product aimed at women was supposed to make you more beautiful to men. And female problems of a biological nature were certainly not attractive to men and therefore not talked about in the mainstream.
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Can I imagine a Kotex or god forbid a tampax, commercial in 1960? Are you fucking kidding? No. The men who controlled the media would have literally shit their pants if vaginal blood was hinted at on their televisions. They'd just become liberated enough to stick those ads in the backs of women's magazines with a picture of a smiling freckled blond on the beach who had a secret. She could swim every day of the month! Wowzah. All things female were hidden.
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It got a little better in the 70's, which is when I came of age (18) but, things weren't open yet, they were progressing, but, not openly discussed. By "things" I mean women's issues. Gloria Steinem and others led a women's movement. A bunch of us in Iowa got drunk and burned our bras outside the Legion hall. The men eventually forgave us. All that stuff really meant to me was that birth control became available. Up until then it was hit or miss, pure luck. Sure, men had condoms. We called them rubber and talk about things like rubbers made the older women sweat and run to church dragging sinner teenagers with them. Rubbers were something truckers had. They had secret rubber machines in the bathrooms of truck stops. There sure as hell weren't any rubber machines where I lived. So unless you slept with a trucker, you were pretty much screwed. No pun intended. Just about every girl I knew either got married at 16 to avoid giving birth out of wedlock, or like me, they had a kid to raise on their own. That's just the way it was. We didn't think we were a sorry lot. And we didn't spend much time crying over lost childhoods.
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When the birth control pill finally became available, it was the finest day in hick town history. That would have been in the early 70's. But, you know what? WE still couldn't get it. Nope. By we, I mean unmarried girls like me who already had a child to support alone. Oh, no, the sanctimonious elders of the town and churches wouldn't allow it. It was promoting sin. We devised plans where our married girl friends would get the pills for us. Or we went out of town and made up elaborate stories and fake married names. It was fucking horrible and awesome at the same time. To have that little round disc of pills in your hand was such a relief. Imagine planning your own future! Something women take for granted today. You can not imagine how liberated that felt. We were people! We mattered and we had choices! OMFG!
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Now idiots like Heidi who never lived through that time have to talk out their ass. We knew the health risks, they were right on the package. Doesn't that dumb bitch realize women would rather face blood clots, cancer, sterilization and everything else than have no choices?? Doesn't she realize how many women died, bleeding to death from shoving coat hangers up inside themselves JUST because they wanted a choice? I think living in poverty and abuse with no money and a pack of kids to support is a wee bit more "demoralizing" and "depressing" than birth control. Suicide was the only way out. You women out there who are too young to remember this time, well, I hope you read about it and keep making a difference. Don't ever let that time happen again. Make women important, fight for what you deserve. And if you see Heidi Montag..kick her in the face. The world is definitely over populated with her in it.

Gold Rush, home again

2009-07-01T14:07:00.000-07:00

That's Gold Rush Squash. It's basically a yellow Zucchini. I've never grown it before, but, if I had known how pretty it is, I would have. Squash are all pretty, but, Gold Rush has variegated leaves splotched with silver that glow in the day or night. They're huge too. I came home early because it's gone hot again. If the air conditioner doesn't get turned on early in that cavernous old building, it's just too hot for me. It wasn't busy anyway. And I knew it wouldn't be. Sometimes I have boring days at work. You wouldn't think that, I mean, if you're a so called psychic Tarot reader you'd think it's all exciting. But, it's not. Some days it's as mundane as file work. Another thing people think is that I get a ton of crazies and that's not true. I have a few, but, most people are really nice, sane, intelligent and normal. People enjoy hearing things about themselves, that's what they have in common. Many of them listen to other people all day in their chosen field and they don't mind paying to sit and talk about ...them. They also know I keep their secrets, that's really important if you decide to read some one's Tarot. Then I come here, which is where I talk. It works out. I've been thinking about designing a Tarot deck based on my garden. There are many many Tarots, the Aquarian is the one I use at work, but, I have lots of others. The Aleister Crowley deck is creepy, I keep it locked up. But, anyway, a garden Tarot might be really cool. I'd have to think a lot because the Tarot incorporates so many ideas. I find astrological stuff, elementals, numerology and many other things in the cards. Maybe I couldn't do it..make my own deck..I don't know. It's much more than pretty pictures, that's for sure.

Double bullshit, side of cankles, hold the plagiarisms

2009-07-01T10:42:00.000-07:00

KuntFace's crook book is on hold. The publisher, Zondervan has finally realized this crook book is a potential shit storm of legal problem and bad timing. "Love is in the Mix: Making Meals into Memories" has been shit canned. Kate's is busy stealing..err, inventing new recipes. Love is in the mix, what a fucked up title, since we've all seen that her kids are served nothing but scraps on paper plates and she not even nice about it. Meals in the Gosselin house may not be given at all if you aren't compliant with Kate and her camera crew. That bitch has never cooked anything in her worthless life. Why would anyone waste money on her crook book when you can read it off a cereal package or an old Redbook from the 70's? Oh, the same reason her retarded sheeple buy her book about raising children when they know she hates kids and is never home. The only memories her kids are going to have are the kind that send you into intensive therapy. Or prison. Get busy, Kate, you need to write another book on things you don't do.

How about we write her some recipes here. Go ahead, give it a try.

Nice evening....sort of

2009-07-01T09:33:00.001-07:00

It's nice at night...I can't bitch about the flowers, that's for sure. That old ugly shed foundation is no longer an eyesore and looks like it was always a flower bed. I can't claim the night as my own right now, because of the weather and the Fourth Of July coming up, everyone and their multitudes of dogs are out there. They're drinking and fighting and having barbeque's, and kid parties with trampolines and firecrackers. There's a constant party in the streets. I might as well suck it up and let them have their fun. I hate to say it, but, I wish it would storm. Then they'd let me have some peace. Ah well, it will be over soon and they will return to their TV sets and let me have the night back.

Signs of the day

2009-07-01T09:06:00.000-07:00

When I got up, the Sunflowers were greeting me. They are just starting to open, and I love how they rise out of themselves. They did this overnight and I found it amazing for some dumb reason. That one is a volunteer that fell out of the bird feeder. How does a Sunflower bloom under a pine tree? The wind must be it's friend, blowing the tree limbs out of it's way long enough for it to do it's Sunflower thing. The Zucchini in a pot had a beautiful giant flower on it. So pretty. A nice thing to greet me at the door. Squash flowers only last a day, but, there are new ones every day. They are just as beautiful and bigger than any landscaped plant.

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I tried to do my "righting the energy" thing, but, fuck me. Mom came out with her dog on a leash and let the dog pee right under the chair I was sitting in. We have a lot of yard and I just mowed it. Why she does this is beyond me. She also lets her dog poop in my flowers and laughs when I bitch because the dog only weighs 3 pounds. Poop is poop to me and I'm the only one who cleans it up. I may be weird, but, there is no way I can have a cup of coffee out there knowing there's a dog turd anywhere on the place. I don't care if it is a 1 inch turd, it's still a turd. If there was no other place convenient, I wouldn't bitch so much, but, we have tons of space. Get your dog out of my face in the mornings.

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I ignored her and went inside until she left. Then I went back out and some city moron is blowing the Tornado siren. The dogs all went crazy, all 150 of them. I guess he thinks with his dick and believes he's real important because he works for the city and gets to push the siren buttons and do tests on them. I wish he knew how ignorant and worthless I think he is. When there's a real Tornado, those guys piss themselves and no one runs for the siren.

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Still...I'm not pissed off, so it will be a fair day. The weather is still nice. I won't be sweating to death at work. If it's a good day, I'm going to stop at the nursery after work and blow some bucks. Now is the time to plant Perennials for next year. Maybe I can find something different and exotic. Then again, maybe I should stick to what I know and avoid disappointment. Naa, that's no fun.

Echinacea..medicinal

2009-06-30T20:05:00.001-07:00

I have a lot of Echinacea, or Purple Cone Flowers. They were here when I moved in and they grow wild here in abundance. I don't think they were planted by anyone, anyway, they're real good for a headache. I make a tea from the petals. They don't taste bad, but, they don't taste great, so I throw in a regular teabag and then they just taste like tea. Echinacea has a relaxing quality, on me anyway. It's a good antibiotic too and it's the only thing I've found that works on dry socket after a bad dental visit. I can drink a lot of it, but, you can start with a few petals and see how you like it. It sure won't hurt you and it's easy to identify. It's also used to relieve urinary tract infections. You can dry it, but, you don't have to.

Crazy Cosmos

2009-06-30T19:48:00.001-07:00

This Iowa jungle weather had produced some strange Cosmos. They are all 5-6 feet tall. I have them in several spots and they are just starting to bloom. Sorry, the wind blew a plastic bag in there, I should have taken the picture after I took it out..anyway, the Cosmo foliage is particularly pleasing to me. It's so airy and lacy. I made wallpaper out of it. I'd plant these even if they didn't bloom.

Kick ass vine

2009-06-30T19:33:00.000-07:00

This is that Silver Clematis vine I posted about before. Look how it's filled in. It grows over last years growth and makes a sort of insulation that helps block out noise. It's pretty crazy and was totally worth the effort it took to dig it up. When it blooms, I'll post it again, because it's pretty. But, if you're looking for a plant for privacy, this is it. You can click the pic to really see how thick and heavy it gets. There's no way anyone can see through that.

The most glorious day in the history of Iowa

2009-06-30T18:02:00.000-07:00

Today really was a gorgeous day, whatever problems blogger had, well, I wasn't paying much attention anyway. I spent most of the day outside. This kind of day is extremely rare. Not only did no one fuck with me (I know! That's a first) but, the weather was beeeeeeeeeautiful. The temp stayed around 78 and a breeze blew. We NEVER have that in Iowa! This is a region of extremes, it's really a horrible place if you like being outside. But, not today. I haven't seen a day this perfect in years. It reminded me of the Summers of childhood. The air smelled like flowers and everything is lush and mysterious and blooming. I sat in the side yard in the afternoon and just watched the light change and play tag in the trees. Every once in awhile a neighborhood kid set off a firecracker, the dogs would bark and instead of being annoying, it was sweet. I found some Tomato's I grew from seeds over by Mom's fence. I planted them really late, like a month ago, and they are now 4 foot tall. Kind of skinny from being smothered in the weeds, but, I pulled the Lambs Quarter and Ragweed and tied them. I found some cucumbers growing up an old swing, nearly covering it. They look pretty cool. It was a pack of seeds I'd given Lissa. I like giving kids seeds and seeing where they come up. It's like a surprise in July. It's too bad I have that old clothes line, huu? I don't think I'll be invited to be in House and Garden. That's okay, they don't do my laundry. Sometimes I take photos of my laundry. Is that weird? I collect '50's linens and I use them. So, they look cool hanging out there. At least to me. Sigh. What a perfect day. If people would leave me alone, I could love it here. I just checked Yahoo and we are supposed to have another perfect day tomorrow. It's too much to hope for. I may die of happiness.

Feeding my head

2009-06-30T17:47:00.000-07:00

I'd forgotten how good it is to go free organic grocery shopping in your own backyard. It rocks! There's dinner. Some Turnips and Green Beans which I cooked up together and I added some new Potato's from Joey's garden. The spuds were those perfect little pink ones that you don't even need to peel. To the pot I added Garlic Whistles, new Onions and tops, Rosemary, salt, pepper and real butter. I made a salad and had some good bread and that was the whole dinner. I had a chicken breast to steam, but, I threw it in the freezer..THIS stuff is what I wanted. Man, it was good too. I'm now picking beans every other day and everything else is abundant except Tomatos. I'm only getting one or two a day right now, the rest stay stubbornly green. I did get handfull of Cherry Tomatos, but, somehow those didn't make it into the house. Gowd, I love those things. Wish you'd all been here, there sure is plenty. Can't wait until the Corn comes on.

Neverland scares me

2009-06-30T14:38:00.000-07:00

So, I just read that Michael's funeral is going to be at his beloved Neverland Ranch. The last pics I saw of Neverland showed a neglected castle, the landscaping deteriorated to weeds and the rusted carnival rides silent and still. His zoo is long gone. Did someone fix the place up? Even if they did, it's scary. It was scary before MJ died. The old palace where the crazy king of pop indulged in his Peter Pan fantasies. I know there are some people who loved him and think he didn't do the things he was accused of, and that's your right, but, I think he did. I think he was messes up and I'd have great sympathy for him if what he did didn't involve kids. Michael was messed with..bad. And adults that were messed with can go two ways. They mess with other kids or they have a rage for people who mess with kids. I don't know what went on in his head, but, Neverland is a bad place. You couldn't pay me his checking account interest for a night to sleep there alone. Yes, he was a genius, he was one crazy messed up dude though and that place is a bad bad place. I wonder if he'll be there? Eternally moon walking the desolate halls? I have Beat It stuck in my head thanks to all the news. Bitch. I'm more of a Billy Jean chick.

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I'm pissed at blogger. It doesn't seem to be working with IE. I have to go to Disher to log on to get here. Isn't that stupid? I'm having trouble viewing this page. I can view everything else on the net as usual. Blogger's up to some shit, as usual.

Samsquanch

2009-06-30T14:12:00.000-07:00

I amused myself by walking around the yard last night taking pictures. I have no yard light, don't even have a porch light and it's pretty wild out there. That top one is a Cantelope blossom. Not very showy, is it? Not like Squash or Pumpkin flowers which kind of blow me away with their size and intense color. Look at the crazy Watermelons making out with the Corn. The Sugar Babies are the biggest ones, but, Klondike and Black Diamonds are getting really long too.

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I got around to the back of the house, feeling my way with my feet, and flashed the camera and I caught two bright eyes about 5 foot off the ground. Then I heard a deep growl. I made a hasty retreat. I felt like Bubbles in the trailer park. Oh, no, a Samquanch! I hate those bastards! Duuu. When I studied the blurry picture I could tell Big Foot was actually a fat Raccoon sitting on my air conditioner eating Mulberries. I like the garden at night, but, I admit it's just a little scary. It's really dark and deserted. I need to buy a few solar lights.

Zinnia's

2009-06-30T11:40:00.001-07:00

The Zinnia's have been piddling for weeks and now they are finally opening in mass. They are the fourth of July flower and they look like fireworks. There's so many colors and shapes. Every day now, I get a surprise from them. And it's nice to be able to show you what I see. Zinnia's are so showy, yet, so easy to grow, they can make any fool look like an expert gardener. I have to remember to water them from the bottom though. Other flowers like a good shower, but, Zinnia's don't. They can get moldy from being wet. Other than that, I think they're unstoppable. This variety is called California Giants. Pretty, huu? They'll continue to bloom vigorously until the first frost.

Then, there's these two ass clowns

2009-06-30T11:01:00.001-07:00

Jon and Kate say they are not speaking about their divorce anymore, they will handle it privately and thank us for our support. I never gave you my support, ass licks! You already did a god damn TV episode about your problems and you already fucked each other in the media..so WTF are you trying to pull now? Bitch can't wipe her cellulited ass without a camera on it, give me a break. Stupidity makes my head hurt. WTF are peanut butter Bumpers? Is that shit organic? Did you have a coupon? I'm pretty sure I could shove that box up your box, Kate. They are continuing the non stop filming of the kids while TLC pretends they are on hiatus. Looky loos who just found out about all this fucktardery get to play catch up with The First 10 Years crap while the Gosselins put more episodes of their exploited children in the can. It will never stop. I watched Mommy Dearest last night, Joan wasn't so bad. Poor old Joan, she did her best with that whiny daughter of hers and got posthumously crucified while there are Kate Gosselins out there writing best sellers. Jesus..get the wire hangers out of the house. What'd your mom tell you, stupid? It's not like she filmed the poop being manually extracted from your constipated hiney.

MJ crap

2009-06-30T10:21:00.001-07:00

Gawd! Talk about a mess. Now we find out that not only are Michael's children not Debbie Rowe's, but, they aren't biologically Michael's either. I mean, we all pretty much figured MJ wasn't their bio dad, but, who's their mom? So, the two older kids are in the same genetic quandary as poor Blanket. Will they ever find out where they came from? That stuff messes with your head.

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Then you can top off this crap fest by giving them to MJ's mom to raise. He left his dad out of the will, for good reason, but, the dude is still with his mom, right? And that means Joe will be raising the kids. It's enough to make you puke. Joe fucked up MJ beyond human endurance and now he's going to get his slimy mitts on Michael's kids. Michael's mom is an old lady, how long will she be around? And is anyone protecting their money? MJ is said to have approximately 200 million after his debt. That's not chump change. When Michael Jackson is broke, it's not the same as when I'm broke.

I can't even imagine the life those kids were leading. My impression was that it was privileged, but, bizarre and now it's going to get worse. I can not imagine another generation being raised by Michael's parents. The whole thing depresses me. Three lost children, orphaned, not knowing who the hell they really are, fights over money that will probably be pissed away and a heaping helping of Joe. This can't end well.

Gardens and heads

2009-06-29T10:17:00.000-07:00

There are many spots in my yard which can't be seen unless you get into them. I think a persons mind can easily be compared. There are beautiful things there and some not so nice things. Maybe even some dangerous things. They are all hidden. I make room for myself in the garden spots with little paths and patches where I can squat down and observe. Unobserved observing, that's the key. Plants don't understand boundaries, but, you can gently reposition vines so that they will be happy without killing their neighbors. It was just a thought.

Know what that is?

2009-06-29T09:49:00.000-07:00

A stray radish that grew up, unnoticed, through the Tomatos. Until it bloomed it was invisible. It was about 4 feet tall. I pulled it up to see if it had made a radish. It had not. Just an odd telltale beet red root. It was making seed though. Now it's in the compost pile. Curious thing.

Seeing things..

2009-06-29T09:04:00.000-07:00

I can tell today will be a better day. I can tell that because I was allowed to fix my energy as soon as I got up. Mornings are a rutual for me and they have to remain that way. I have to be allowed some time to right my energy. I think this ritual is needed and it helps me. It does not matter what anyone else thinks. It should not matter because it is my belief and it should be respected.

And so, for the first time in a week, I was allowed to right myself with no interfearance. I do the usual things humans do when they get up. I pee, brush my teeth, wash my face with Oil Of Old Lady and put on the coffee. I feed my rat her cereal and then I head for the door. Then I sit in a fairly secluded place and watch nature. I do it in all seasons and in the rain or snow. Sometimes I only need a few minutes, today I needed an hour and a half.

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I like knowing the plants. Miss Peggy's pink Yarrow sprig is now a mature wonder and I have to observe it to see how it reproduces. Acorn Squash has popped up in the Moonflowers and I puzzled that for awhile. I remembered Lissa broke a squash on the sidewalk for fun. Squash are a great joy to break that way. Some seeds must have bounced into the flowers. I'm leaving them there, I like watching them. The Moonflowers are tall, the Squash are runners, they should get along. The smell of all the Herbs was lovely this morning. There is some Fleabane blooming near the dog house. That's one of natures little jokes. And the Morning Glorys are not blooming, but, they have reached the top of the fence and are violently climbing themselves, twisting back and making their own green pole to climb. I should untangle them, but, I find it bizarre and fascinating how they make what they need.

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After the looking and the seeing is ingrained, it is time to align. My eyes close and I concentrate on other senses. There was a slight breeze. This is where my hands come up and somehow know to do something in the air which puts my energy right. I also talk to something. I don't know what it is. I am done talking and moving my energy when I know I am done. It's as simple as that. I feel right. Then I come in, turn on the computer, pour some coffee and my day has started. This is the ritual I need. I desperatly need it and have to do it. I don't hurt anyone with it, it is meant to be a positive thing. It doesn't matter what anyone else believes, they should respect that I need and believe this and let me have it. I am going to have to make this clear somehow. It's such a small thing, why is it so hard to get it?

Crazy stuff

2009-06-28T17:33:00.001-07:00

Every time I get mad at my mother my silverware gets fucked up. Spoons, I can bend back a few times, but, I can't fix forks. The tines are all bent. So, I decided to look it up and try to stop doing it. It's called telekinesis and Uri Geller used to be famous for it. Site after site claimed him a fraud and when I went to You Tube, they considered it a parlor trick, a slight of hand magic trick. Well, I don't give a fuck what they think, I want it to stop. I'm constantly buying new forks. It's a pain in my ass.

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I got pissed off reading over and over how bending spoons with your mind is bullshit, so I typed in forks. I got this site that had this thing and I liked it. I like the mirrors made like a mosaic with old tea sets. And this one has a bent fork as a towel holder. That's cute. I love the colors. All my forks are bent anyway, I might as well try and make something with 'em. We got some really pretty silver spoon bracelets in the shop this week too. I'm so sick and tired of people telling me telekinesis is not possible when I have a drawer full of bent up silverware you can't even use. It pisses me off. I don't care what people think. And I'll bet there are people on here who can do some form of it too. Anyhow, I was looking for symtoms of extreme rage (ruling out homicide) and I found a craft project. Thought I'd share. I've heard you can bend things with pliers too. Heh. That's probably another myth.

Me, Lis and the hose

2009-06-28T12:45:00.000-07:00

Nothin' much to say here. It was fun. Lissa took the pic of me and her, I showed her how. She squirted me with the hose and I told her if she did it again, I'd shut off the water. She did it again, so I shut off the water. She didn't do it in a fit of giggles, like kids do..and she didn't do it for meanness. Sometimes I think she's missing her shut off button. Anyhow, she was mad and I was wet, but, she still had her wading pool out, so she got over it. We made some kick ass mud pies and we were both filthy.

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And Miss Peggy, thank you for the bench. It makes a nice place to sit in the shade. And I have something disturbing to write too, I'm putting it in the comments.

Corn Tassles

2009-06-28T11:44:00.000-07:00

My corn is making tassels already. I think it's very early for the corn to do that, but, it's alright. I have a couple of farmers I read for and they both asked me if the stored grain should be sold. I usually hate reading on things like that because if I was wrong, it could cost them big money. But, at the end of last Winter and early Spring, the cards read so clear that it would be a kick ass year for crops, perfect rain, perfect weather. That means farmers should sell the contents of their silos because there will be a lot of new grain and they'd get the best price for last years crop right now. I feel good now about saying that..the cards were right. Whew. The farmers are going to have a kick ass year. They deserve it. Farming is not only hard work, but, it's like gambling sometimes. One bad hand and you're fucked. I'm glad no one looks fucked this year. But, the Summer sure isn't over. Still...I think I advised right. The responsibilities of a Tarot reader are crazy, aren't they?

Bean harvest and corn house

2009-06-28T10:34:00.000-07:00

Lissa showing off the first bean and playing in the corn house. We got a big kettle full of beautiful beans for her first harvest and she was amazed. She was so proud to take a colander full of nice beans to Great Grandma and Auntie. She has decided green beans are good food. Then she found an old curtain rod in the trash can and copped it. It became her magic sword and the scarecrow was a pirate ghost who had hidden treasure. Vegetables were the treasure and she had a basket to store her stolen stash in. I like those corn pictures, because she didn't know I was watching her play for a long time. She was talking and had this elaborate story line. It was way cool.

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I thought of my Grandma and the corn and the sunflowers and the hide outs long gone. Knowing a child and passing things along makes you immortal in a way. My Grandma must have enjoyed these times as much as I did.. and do. She must have loved me very much.

Faces in the dark

2009-06-28T10:17:00.000-07:00

Last night I decided to use my new camera for the first night shots. I had some artsy fartsy idea in my head about a pretty child chasing lighting bugs through the Hostas. It didn't happen. Oh, there was plenty of lightening bug chasing with a bug cage and smashed Hostas and sreeching, laughing and total chaos. But, lightening bugs don't pose and neither does Lissa. I got frustrated and said "Why can't you let me take one good picture, ever? I don't get it." She stopped and said, FINE. Then she posed for the first time in her life. You can bet I took advantage of her change of heart. She became a total ham and mugged for me, urging me on until I had a 100 pictures of her ranging from pretty to crossing her legs to keep from peeing herself with laughter. I finally said, that's enough, you big hambone. "No, do more!!" I asked her, what are you going to do with all these pictures of yourself? She said, when I get big, I will send them to my boyfriend. She makes me laugh. That's a good plan.

Sorting the Turnips

2009-06-27T09:38:00.000-07:00

Maybe I should have used Cabbages as a euphemism, since Cabbages have heads and mine range from beautiful to deformed, to totally destroyed this year, but, anyway..I was looking at websites about different mental illness's and personality disorders. If I can figure out my family, I may stand a small chance of dealing with them in a better way. The trouble is, there's so many of them, and they're all crazy in different ways. Since I was raised by this pack of idiots, it stand to reason that I am terribly flawed too. But, I recognize my own problems..social disorder, reclusiveness, inner rage. My problems are not hidden. At least, I don't think so. I think the time has come to find out more about mental problems and psychological disorders.
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Can you guys find the time to tell me some things on here? Maybe something will strike a chord with me and I'll be able to read more about it. I know there are some of you who have family members (by blood or marriage) that have serious mental disorders. I don't care if it's guessing or an actual diagnosis. Can you tell me a bit about the person you deal with and what kind of symptoms manifest? How does it affect you and how do you deal with it?

Crane Fly

2009-06-27T07:44:00.000-07:00

That's a Crane Fly, the photo is actual size. That thing is on here because last night they were on me. They look like a giant Mosquito. They are not uncommon, every Summer I see them, but, this year they're thick. If I open the door at night, a few of them always come inside and I have to chase them down or the thought of them in here adds to my insomnia. I can imagine laying there and nodding off and my flesh imploding and crumpling inward as they suck my blood. And yet, for some reason, I knew that was wrong.
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They hang out in the flower beds. I had a minuscule moment last night when a weary brain cell kicked in and that fact came to me. They don't hang out in the garden. Only with the flowers. Curious. I started typing in descriptive words until I found them. Crane Fly..does not bite. Only eats nectar. Hmm. So that's why they like the bloomers. That's just great. Now I'll feel sorry for them, trapped in here.
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Photo by Drees.

Okay, Nina, I'm giving it a go here

2009-06-26T12:11:00.000-07:00

There's a real towhead. I'm surprised at how much I still look like that kid. That's a portrait of a child that knew way too much. I grew up in a community ruled by women. Some of them smart, but, ruthless, some of them beat down and dumber than dirt. None of them had any education and little opportunities. What they had was an instinct for survival. My mother had sisters. All of the sisters always lived and traveled together with their respective families. We lived many places but, mostly up and down the coastline between California and Oregon. In these places, are lush valleys where gypsies can pick fruit. Sometimes we lived in share cropper shacks, sometimes trailers, even a chicken shed once, sometimes we lived in the cars. Sometimes we'd find an abandoned mansion that held us all under one roof. Free, because it had no plumbing or electric. Those women could make a cozy camp any place. They could make do.
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Men played a role too, men were deemed necessary by the women. A woman had to have a husband, that's the way it was. A single woman was a sorry and pitiful thing. But, the men in our family were all drunks, drug addicts, gamblers, criminals and worse. Only the women raised children, brought home the bacon and did anything domestic. That went without question, it was an accepted fact. The men's job was to tinker with motors, drive the caravans to the next location and mow any lawns, should we be fortunate enough to find a place with a lawn. Thier job description must have also included getting inebriated on a regular basis and inflicting fear and violence, yet, providing comedy relief when they weren't homicidal. Their behavior also gave the women something to cry about. Drama was a boredom reliever. That, and country music. Oh, things would go alright for a week, maybe a month, but, then life would throw some shit, as it's a might to do, and then, look out. Fights would break out and a woman might have to dye her kid's hair (I guess drunk men can't recognize their offspring with different hair) and take to the road. All the sisters would follow, leading the caravan of beat up vehicles back to Grandma's house in Iowa to hide out and get a divorce once and for all.
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Then there would come the "makin' up" as which ever daddy had committed the unspeakable acts found his spouse and begged for forgiveness. (Usually it was mine.) There'd be more fights and threats of suicide and drunken brawls complete with gunfire. Usually him, sometimes her. There were kidnappings and fiddle playing. When you broke out a fiddle or a romantic guitar after a week of fighting, things changed. Maybe they were just worn out and needed a rest. Those were known as good times and women forgave, kids were packed up and everybody hit the road again. Sometimes Grandma closed up her house and packed up her Bible and medicinal herbs and joined the gang. Us kids all liked it when that happened because Grandma always had food and she never hit us. She didn't make us work too hard either. The way Grandma figured it, a kid shouldn't put in more than a half a days labor. At least until they reached the ripe old age of 10. With Grandma around, sometimes we stayed in one place long enough to register for school.
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We got most of our school clothes at the dump. People throw out good things. We also got chickens from the dump. Grandma always had chickens for fresh meat and eggs...and company. It's a little known fact that chickens can be great company. Chickens take 21 days to hatch ( see how I still remember that?) and if the eggs didn't hatch on time, the factories would throw them out. Baby chickens would hatch in the garbage and be running and pecking all over that dump. A good childhood memory is catching boxes of baby chickens with Grandma to take home and raise. You can't do that anymore. Factories pour chemicals all over the eggs now to kill the late hatchers. No more free chickens. I also remember shooting rats at the dump. It was good practice even though I felt sorry for the rats. But, rats could get in the house and they got mean. Everybody had a rat bite story. One time I left the loaded rifle laying out, I knew better, but, I was only seven, anyhow, Dad came home on a bender and got into it with an Uncle over a gambling debt and Dad ended up shooting Uncle in the leg. It wasn't so bad though, it was a wooden leg. I sure enough took a whippin' for that one. Wooden legs are expensive. His wife had to use up half her welfare check the next month to get him another one and I learned my lesson. Kids have to learn things the hard way sometimes.

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Is this the kind of stuff you want to read, Nina? It's dark and weird, but, it is the truth. I don't know if I have a book in me, or if this is just nonsense.

Time waster

2009-06-26T11:33:00.000-07:00

There's a whole bunch of these, just go to You Tube and type in Jon and Kate Plus 8 Ugly Moments. It's all the ugly stuff on the show. They included the endless product placements the whores shove in your face and gumgate, Joel gate, cupcake gate, Kate hitting Jon, nasty fights, insults..all of it. A lot of lies are revealed as they say one thing and in the next episode they claim the opposite. It's mostly Kate, of course. In this one, Jon explains how Collin is shy and can't poop in front of people while Kate makes icky faces. The poor kid was sitting on a toilet out in a driveway with a camera crew in his face. Insane.

Peas, lettuce and old ladies

2009-06-26T08:54:00.000-07:00

Peas climbing the fence and blossoming. I like the tendrils which wrap and wrap around the wire and cling to it much like Kate Gosselin clings to freebies. Speaking of freebies...that's something my family has in common with gimmie gimmie Kate. If it's free, they want it. It doesn't matter what it is, or even if they don't know what it is..if it's free, they want it. They want a dozen of it. Especially if it's free from the government. I live in Guntown where government groceries are considered legal tender.

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I got up today with the idea that I'd have a whole day alone. I don't know where I get off with these crazy ideas. Really, I don't. I was still in my nightgown when Mom came over here and I took one look at her and I knew. She had her goin' to town polyester on and her purse over her arm. The old ladies had to have me run them to the senior citizens center because they were giving away free coupons for the farmers market. It's some free government program to help old people eat better. Key word being FREE. Never mind that they don't really need it. Never mind that they get pissed off every time they go down there. Jesus christ. It's already hotter than a truck stop grill and my coffee wasn't even perked yet. I know when I'm fucked though, there's no fighting it.

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I got dressed, bid a fond farewell to the coffee and went. It takes forever to get them both in the car. Driving Miss Crazy old geezers. Aunt Ruth had to describe everything in the backseat in detail. Like I've never seen my backseat. Mom said my car was dirty. She pulled out a handy wipe and swiped at the dust. Have I ever told you about her house?? It's like, shut the fuck up and go clean your cockroach den, but, of course I can't say that. If they could read minds, I'd be in trouble.

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And they think they're real funny. Corny shit early in the morning with no coffee or even a cigarette. "Remember that funny drunk old man that used to stagger down the middle of this here street shooting his gun at everyone? Bawww, har har." (That was dad, and every man in our family.) They said I have no sense of humor and don't know what fun is.

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They finally got their free government coupons (and got pissed off as usual by paperwork and lines)..I was a sweltering mess. So I asked them, what the fuck can you get at the farmers market free that you can't get out of my garden free? What? I really want to know. They had no answer to that. I'm obviously crazy and it's FREE. Free from the government. You know what they got? Lettuce. By God, garden lettuce is good. Free garden lettuce from a government program. I have twenty feet of the most beautiful lettuce you ever saw here. Three different kinds. Last night I picked and cleaned two grocery bags full of it for them. I told them they need to go pick lettuce anytime. I also planted them a kitchen garden. 10 feet outside their backdoor is more perfect lettuce going to waste. Fuck my lettuce, fuck their lettuce, they want free government lettuce. The government has screwed them all their lives so the government owes them old wilted lettuce and, by God they're going to have it. Free.

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It is now 11:30 am and I am finally back home. They are over there happy as pigs in shit. They screwed the government. Aint it grand?

Good grief!

2009-06-25T16:49:00.000-07:00

It's been three days since I've been in the garden or even glanced at it. I've been busy with people. We have out of town relatives (my mom is giving unannounced tours of my house, stfu), there was Lissy's birthday and work has been busy too. I've been on people overload. Today was the first day I could get out there and I waited until 6 pm because the heat is bruuuuuuuuuuuuutal.

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Geez Louise..look at that! The corn is almost as tall as me and now blocks out the neighbors (ha) but, wow, I planted a lot of corn. Geesh. The sunflowers are 7' high. There's small Zuhcini's laying eveywhere. The watermelons have gone insane and now have developed 15' foot runners. Onions are the size of my fist. Tomato's are so abundant they're weighting down the plants. Spinich has gone to seed. I have to go deal with this. I have to get out there and harvest some of it and water. This will only be the second time I've had to water it. Not so bad, I guess, but, it takes a lot of hose. Pain in the ass.

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I hate the sun. I hate it. The garden has some real weeds now too, but, I figure it will be okay. The veggies have a good head start. Aggg! I have to move all my potted herbs to the shade too or lose them. Isn't it astounding what the garden can do in three lousy days??

Widow's weeds?

2009-06-25T15:48:00.000-07:00

What's a poor approaching middle aged shrew supposed to do when her husband dumps her and she has to have some privacy to deal with the pain? Kate puts on her free boo hoo bikini, you know, the one that's too small for her multiple litter bearing ass and she struts in to the line of paparazzi making sure the world gets a better look at her bacon shaker. Would that be organic bacon, Kate? That made me gag. Not even kidding. Why does she keep doing this??

Deaths in Hollywood

2009-06-25T15:04:00.000-07:00

I was sad to hear Farrah Fawcett died. She fought a good fight, got her documentary finshed and she will be missed. Farrah was talented and sweet and I don't know anyone who didn't like her. Rest in peace, Farrah.

But, crabbie just alerted us that Michael Jackson is dead too. I don't know how I feel about that. Not many people had a dysfunctional childhood like Michael's and I'd cut him some slack, but, I have to wonder how many children MJ screwed up. I just don't know what to say without sounding mean, and I don't feel mean today. Rest in peace, Michael, if you can. I really hope his children will be okay.

Roxanne's Garden

2009-06-25T13:11:00.000-07:00

I love it when people send me garden photos, I get great ideas and they're just nice to look at. This garden spot is very pretty and peaceful. Cute dog there. I like paying homage to the elements in my garden, so water is important. I'm a water sign, the Slyphs rule, you know. Heh. I love that fountain. But, fountains always make me have to pee. Do they do that to anyone else? So I use still water in my gardens, but, I do love fountains in other peoples gardens. I see Coreopsis, Day Lilies, Sedum, I think Cosmos getting ready, Allum and lots of pretties. I love the blues and yellows together. What's the blue flower in front there, Roxeanne? I can't quite tell, but, that's gorgeous. I love the rocks too. Rocks are important in gardens. Stones hold their own kind of magic and energy. I wonder if you've seen toads living in there? I love toads.

Reading for a witch

2009-06-25T11:17:00.000-07:00

I've never talked much about what I do on here. I don't know that I put much faith in psychics or mediums or fortune telling..I do know people find it entertaining and that is what it should be. I don't think I have any more ability than anyone else..what I DO have is the balls to say whatever pops into my head when reading the Tarot for people. Here's a factoid. I have a motor neuron problem, I won't go into details, but, my brain has found ways to reroute itself. No one knows what the new pathways my brain found are for or what exactly is being tweaked in there. I always say I'm just crazy and if someone pays me to hear it, hey, it's their choice. Anyway, I've always been like this and now I can make a living from it. Pretty cool, huu?
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So, this post isn't about my abilities..it's about a woman I met who is seriously powerful. Or crazier than me. Take your pick. She came into the shop yesterday. I was in the back and there's a bell on the front door. I heard it and the whole atmosphere of the place changed for me. The air became charged with some kind of energy I didn't recognize. She came back to my area for a reading, like I knew she would, and the energy pouring off this woman was incredible. I have this weird deal where I see energy around people, and colors. I call it auras, for lack of a better word. It could be brain damage, I'm not ruling that out, but, the fact is..I see it.
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She was a pretty woman, Asian, with a bright open face..someone I knew I would like. I invited her to sit, went through the formalities and then asked her what she wanted to know. She said "I have this thing." It wasn't a question. It didn't need to be. I could see her "thing." I said, cripes, you should be reading my cards. I knew about the "thing." Hell, it was all over her. It was pouring out of her finger tips as she moved her hands in the air. This was powerful JuJu. I don't see people like that often and I'd never seen her kind of "thing." She gave it to me in my head with no real words. I knew her thing was causing her fear, I knew she wanted it gone. I knew she'd never get rid of it and had to learn to accept it because it would grow stronger after menopause. I knew it came from mitochondrial DNA, passed from her mother and her mother's mother, and so on. It also came from the ancestral land. I knew her mother was begging her to come back to the land and commune with the spirits and learn. I knew she must listen to her mother. All this was given to me with no words. She told me I was right about all of it and I had satisfied her. I said it's not my power, it's yours. She gave it to me. There was much more, but, I'll spare you. It affected me, that's what I'm trying to say.
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Some people amaze me. Asian magic is frighteningly strong and so very curious and mysterious. I told her she is a reluctant witch and she says that's exactly what she calls herself. We had a few laughs after the reading and shared stories. It was fun, but, I would NEVER want to piss off that woman. Powerful JuJu there. These people walk amongst us, most of the time they go unnoticed. But, they are there. Keep your eyes and mind open.

Worshipping fools

2009-06-25T10:08:00.000-07:00

I have now crossed some line in my blog where I'm getting very personal. When you do that it's scary, because you open yourself up for major fire. I have admitted that I have a very dysfunctional family. I wonder..isn't it better to admit things, get advice and encouragement from others and make your situation better than to lie and be the real fool? I think it is. That brings me to Gosselin fans and the Gosselin's themselves.
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We all know what the G's motivation is..money. But, what about their die hard fans? What possible positive things can come out of worshipping people you know in your heart are wrong? I won't mention the biggest Gosselin fan by name, you all know who I'm talking about..and her followers. Why make up this big lie about who you are and what a perfect family you have when your main goal in life is to follow two slackers who sold their kids? To mold your life around THAT family is a set up for a big fall. And possible jail time. The G's are the worst kind of parents because every bad thing they've done was done deliberately for money with no regard to their kids. Why would anyone worship them and try to be like them?
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Wouldn't their fans be better off to admit they made the biggest mistake in their life and try and change things? Some people can never admit they're wrong, or maybe they don't have the brain power to see the wrong. It's a sad and evil thing when people think the Gosselin's have some magic formula for raising the perfect family in light of everything that's come out. You'd think they could finally see the error of their ways, but, that's not happening. Fans still worship them and make excuses for their behavior. And somewhere out there, there are a lot of kids who are going to pay for that. The Gosselin's and their fans make my family look like they might have some hope.

Thoughts for the day...staying sane

2009-06-25T09:23:00.000-07:00

I like the faces..I like the look of dismay when she unwraps a doll and the pure joy when the package turns out to be Pixar licensed crap...cars! Lis is old enough to talk to me now, she uses words that are too grown up and has some very deep thoughts and questions for a 5 year old. Sometimes that can make me sad, but, sort of proud too. She's basically a happy kid, but, she has her little troubles. And anyone involved with her has to understand that.

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Which brings me to a certain person. And my feelings about that. She's had to find what she needs and what she needed was a daddy. She was devastated when her father died. It's been over a year and in kid time, that's an eternity. Her mother lives with this guy, I'll just call him A. She was living with A for about 6 months when Eric died. Eric always had Lissa two days a week and stopped in to see her on other days. This whole family, on my side, had certain days with her. I'm not going to lie on here and say my son was father of the year. He didn't seem to know what to do with babies. I doubt he changed more than a dozen diapers in her life. What he WAS good at, was making her feel special. Being very patient for short periods of time. He would sit her on his lap and talk to her and she'd sit there quietly staring up at him and listening to him for hours. Eric was a musician, he always had a guitar in his hands. She loved that part of him, she kind of worshipped him and he, in his own way, felt and showed her the same.

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Now Eric's gone and putting aside my own horror at that fact, I have to accept that Lissa kind of chooses her own relationships. She's not the kind of kid who would accept some guy into her life just because her mom chose him. Actually, she could make someone's life Hell if she didn't like them. She likes A, she's grown to care about him. A has his own problems, he's bi-polar and sometimes it gets bad when he doesn't take his meds. I don't know much about bi-polar people. Sometimes he and my ex DIL fight so bad it gets violent and the cops are called in. I try to stay out of that. If my DIL calls and says Lissa needs a safe place to be, I say "bring her." I don't care if it's 3 in the morning. No questions asked. The thing is..I know this stuff sounds really bad..I do..but, I have never felt Lissa is not safe with A. There are certain things I know, I can look in someone's eyes sometimes, or look at their aura and I just know. Sometimes Lis needs a place where she's safe from their loud voices and grown up bullshit. I have never once felt she needs to be safe from A. He's really good with her and if he wasn't, she'd tell me. She tells me everything. And I listen to every word.

About a month ago, she called him Daddy in front of me. She did it with determination and a certain defiance. She expected me to get mad. But, I know her, it was her way of telling me her decision and that decision was final. I guess she decided what she needed and found it. I have to handle that. I handled it by going into the bathroom and shutting the door and thinking things out before I talked to her. When I came out, we talked and I told her it was fine with me. She said she knows Eric is her real daddy, but, A is now "other daddy." She says A takes her swimming, babysits her sometimes, plays video games with her and teaches her how to play football. When I look in his eyes, I can see a sweet person in there and I can accept this. I appreciate that he's decent to her and seems to have feelings for her.

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So, I'm hoping her mom and A can work out all their crazy problems and become a real family. I don't know if it's going to be a reality though and I worry for the kid. A and DIL seem to aggravate each others volatile qualities at times. And I get pissed off sometimes because I am forced to deal with these two grown ups that I would never in a million years hang out with..but, now I have to deal with them. For the rest of my life. Or, until Liss grows up. Life throws some major shit at you sometimes, that's true. It's hard to watch when a child is ducking the shit storm though. It's unfair and pisses me off.

My opinion

2009-06-24T16:32:00.000-07:00

Many people are debating who really wanted the divorce, him or her. But, but, but, she filed!!! Let me tell y'all somethin'. Their opinion is being formed because most of them have normal regular family and they themselves are normal regular people. Kate filed, that must mean Kate wanted a divorce? Please. I live around and was raised by the most dysfunctional sonsabitches put on this shit hole of a planet. That kind of makes me an expert on white trash nitwits. Here's what I'll betcha...Kate made everyone's life miserable because she's a narcissist and a control freak who has the brain power of a popcorn fart. She pushed Jon, abused him, controlled everything he did, humiliated him in public on a regular basis, and probably cheated first. Jon not only took it, he felt trapped, but, then he eventually set her ass up. He deliberately showed us how bad she really is. Kate didn't want a divorce, not because she loves Jon, Kate only loves Kate, but, because she wanted the money train to continue. She wanted the farce to go on forever. But...Jon won't play. He's done. Fuck you, Kate. She had no choice but to file and try and grab assets...and spin a story about how it's all Jons fault and she's doin' it alone now. You just wait, someday Jon will sell his story. It will be one good tell all too. I'll buy it.

I like that cover. She looks like fried greasy white trash shit. Which is exactly what she is. Shut up about your kids, bitch! I don't need to hear how Mady wasn't surpised and Cara broke down and cried like a baby. Shut the fuck up. I hope Jon gets mean. But, however it goes down...Jon aint playin' no more, Kate. You don't write the script to his life.

Bullshit and more bullshit

2009-06-24T14:41:00.000-07:00

What would you say?

What if you were taking care of someone's kid and they were a day late picking the child up and they said the reason was because they were in the hospital having a miscarriage?

And what if, the next weekend when you were supposed to have the kid, they said they decided she couldn't come because they wanted to spend time with the child because they hadn't seen her in a week? And what if you found out they actually went to a kegger instead?

And what if, the NEXT weekend they didn't bother to call at all and you had no idea where the kid was?

And what if, they finally called and brought the kid over on a weekday and you had a nice birthday party and a good time and then they were 5 hours late picking her up and when you didn't even ask why, they said it was because they were in the hospital again because they're pregnant?

And what if, you said, what? How long? They said 8 weeks pregnant. And you reminded them they said they had a miscarriage about three weeks ago and they said "Ummm, I don't, the doctor said, like, I lost one of them."

Yeah? Well, welcome to one month of my screwed up life...screwed up because I am tied to someone my son married. Had a kid with. Then died and left me to deal with her. HER, I meant, not the kid. I just thought, the hell with it. I'm going to write all this stuff down now and I don't care who reads it. The only thing you can do in life, is tell the truth. June 24, 2009

The Gosselin crooked house of shame

2009-06-24T08:53:00.000-07:00

I've bought a lot of stupid shit for kids, but, I've never had a "Crooked House." The Gosselin's got 4 of them. I went to their website and they cost about 3 grand apiece. The Gosselin's pay for nothing, those two lumps of white trash suck the free chrome off the bumper of life, but, that's not my point. Point..those things are retarded. They're supposed to look like kids built them. If you wan't something that looks like a kid built it, hand the little fuckers some scrap plywood and a hammer instead of buying some ridiculous eyesore to jam in the grounds of your mansion. How long do you think those kids are going to play in these? My guess is one day, then you're fucked and stuck with the big ugly things sitting on your lawn while you weed whack around them. They aren't water tight, I could tell that by looking at the G boy's periscope last night. Soon it will rain, and they'll be mouldy (much like Kate's crotch) and damp and spiders will nest in them (much like Kate's crotch) and no one will go near them (do I have to type it again?). Even in the front yard where the paparazzi hang out. Build the kids a decent playhouse..wtf is with these goofy things? $12 grand on that? You have to be shitting me.
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The god damn Gosselin house has been crooked for years. That's the crookedest muther fucker I've ever laid eyes on. Jon and Kate are a couple of crooks, so what do you expect? I know, at least the G kids got something from working 24/7 for four years. They got a piece of shit they'll be bored with tomorrow while their mom screams at them to get out there for photo ops. People are stupid.

Talking out her twat

2009-06-24T07:00:00.000-07:00

It's everywhere, it's been broadcast live online and it's on TLC constantly. I didn't watch their big reveal because they bore the shit out of me, but, I kept catching pieces of it everywhere. Finally last night after Lis was asleep and the Mafia Whores of New Joisey were over..I watched the G whores. Yep, sat through all of it. What a bullshit overload.
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I wanted to come here and put my own thoughts down before I go to Moons, GWOP, J and K plus8 Sucks or anywhere else. Geez, what a mess, huu? Kate has a new voice. She's been told people hate her and she's been well coached. In a much softer tone she lets the viewers know that it's all Jons fault. She'd like to hash it out with him, but, he won't talk to her. Sigh. (tears?) She admits Jon had a lot of anger towards her. She's, cough, scared and doesn't want to be alone. She doesn't want to do THIS alone. Boo friggin' hoo. But, she will buck up and do the best she can for her kids. Alone. Uhhh, but, only on holidays, I guess. Did you guys catch that? She's like, fuck this noise the rest of the year, but, cry for me, I'll be here on Christmas. With the fucking flim crew.
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Jon meanwhile, in his seperate interview, says "I don't hate Kate, but,____. Then he shrugs. Leaving us to fill in the blank with the very logical "I don't love that cunt either." Instead of being sad, Jon says he's excited at this new chapter in his life and proud of himself for standing up to her. He hates her so much it isn't even funny, but, it is. And no one blames him.
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They'll both live in the house and take care of the screamers, trading off when Kate comes home. Which, as we all know, aint often. Jon takes care of those kids and we all know it. He may be a slacker, but, he's all they have. Now Kate actually thinks we're going to buy that "doin' it alone" crap she's spewin'. We've all seen the truth for the last year. That Hawaii renewal vow was faker than Kate's new tits, which were on prominent display last night. I knew he'd finally had it with her shit ages ago when she'd snap at him and he'd sit there with that shit eating grin looking straight at the camera. Nodding his hair plugged head. Uhh huu, you'd have to be a sheeple not to see this coming.
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So, he's out. He's happy. She wants him back desperately..but, only for the sham and the show..and he's basically said "Fuck you, controlling cunt." FINALLY! It makes me want to stand up and cheer for the little pot head, but, I can't because he's still part of this fucking his kids around deal. He needs to man up all the way, not just in the ways that suit him.
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Then there's their finances. Kate bought a new vehicle last week, so did Jon. Those two slackers spent about $200, 000 of their kids money last week on anything but the kids. Kate's looking at mansions on Bald Head Island and Jon's looking at apartments in NYC. Trump Place, for crap sakes! They already own a mansion with land, the other house they moved from and Jon's pussy hide out in Utah. Are you kidding me with these two losers? I don't give a fuck what they do, but, someone should legally step in and secure eight tenths of that money for the kids. They're the ones who earned it, not these two pathetic shit for brains white trash! I hate seeing them piss away their children's money on worthless bullshit. How many vehicles does one family need? How many homes? They remind me of retarded lottery winners who have millions for one day and spend it all on "rare" Beanie Babies and end up living in a rusted camper in their parents driveway.
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Those kids are fucked any way you look at it. Kate says she looks towards the person she is raising them to be. Fuck. Set aside my laughter at her raising anything but Mr. Greys dick...what are they going to be? Broke slackers who can't get a job and think everything in life is a tabloid story? Jon and Kate...what else can I say, but, fuck them.

Is Barbie a hooker now?

2009-06-24T06:32:00.000-07:00

Lis got some new Barbie clothes, she hates dolls and loves cars..but, she does play with Barbies. So last night we got out the suitcases of frickin' Barbies and we tried dressing them. Christ, it says Barbie right on the package. The shit is made by Mattel..yet the pants didn't fit. I could get them over Barbies muscular calves and bulbous hips. Barbie looks like a cheap drunk with her ass hanging out. There is no way a child could put any of this crap on Barbie, so basically any adult in the vicinity is stuck struggling to dress the little plastic hookers. The accessories are questionable too. WTF does a grown woman doll need a bouquet of plastic lollipops for? To go with her baby doll dress that doesn't come with panties? The lollipop outfit came with stiletto hooker boots. Go figure that out. And what the hell is up with Barbie's hair? Their mass of polyurethane extensions belongs in the plastic recycle bin, or a Vegas tranny show, not on Barbie's head. My old Barbies are in the attic. Their pony tails and bubble cuts still look the same, their clothes fit and you don't need double joints and pliers to get them on and they still look like ladies. They still have on their underpants! These bitches look like they came off Mattel's rock of love bus. They need a little plastic razor blade and a little plastic line of crank.

Happy 5th Birthday Lis

2009-06-23T15:38:00.000-07:00

I was hoping we could all sit outside and have the cake, but, it's brutally hot here. Lissa got a little brownie cake and I bought her a jar of sprinkles which she's been putting on everything. And a load of chocolate ice cream. We shared it with Aunt Casey and Uncle Dan and....poor Rocko just got sprinkles. Aunt Casey told Lis dogs can't have chocolate. How mean! He got dog biscuits though. I thought the poor dog was going to faint from anticipation and the smell of cake. He hung over Lis, sniffing and slobbering and at one point she yelled "Hey, I got dog rain drops on me!" They were both pretty well behaved today. Well, it's still her birthday, I'd better go. I promised I'd play with her all day. More later...if I survive. There's nothing like little happy kids and sweet dogs to make you feel good, right? And how can you have a decent white trash birthday party without a pitbull, an old towel for a table cloth and a kid that needs hosed off at the car wash? Yeee haw.

Flarp??

2009-06-23T15:32:00.000-07:00

Today is Lissa's birthday and man, did she get spoiled. Everybody and their dog showed up with presents. I spent a lot myself, not to spoil her, but, I had extra money this year and I kept seeing things I knew she'd love. She did too, she's having such a good time. But, you know what she went ape over? Some crazy jar of goop called Flarp that I got at the Dollar Store. It makes a fart noise when you plop it around and it feels like pink snot. She's cracking up over it. It cost a dollar. Geez.

Marigold and hot peppers

2009-06-22T13:44:00.000-07:00

Okay, I'll tell you, I like this camera. I could never take close ups like this with my old one. You know what I don't like? Their stupid little Kodak album. I have to go in there to get the pics and export them to my computer picture files. I haven't figured out how to export the whole shebang at once. There is nothing in that silly little Kodak album that I can't do better and faster with my own stuff. It's amaturish. So does anyone know how to set it up so that I can either upload the pics right to my comuter picture files or how I can export them to my picture files all at once? Because this, one by one, click click click click click shit is stupid.

Nasturtiums in the corn

2009-06-22T13:27:00.000-07:00

I found out what Lissa did with all those Nasturtium seeds I gave her. She planted them in the corn. Obviously the kid is some kind of landscaping genius, they look really pretty climbing the corn stalks...all red, orange and yellow with their aquatic looking leaves. This is Lissa's corn house. You know, like the old Sunflower houses, only we used corn. There's some Sunflowers too...and now Lissy's Nasturtiums getting ready to bloom all through it. She loves this spot. It's going to be our hidey place.

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The birthday party is back on for tomorrow. Suddenly I have no hate on for the world. I'm glad Casey J. is coming home tomorrow too. It should be a nice day.

Smile!

2009-06-22T13:14:00.000-07:00

Smile, little Maters. Awwww. There might be a lot of this today. Pretty nice close ups, huu?

That's what I'm talkin' about!!!

2009-06-22T10:41:00.001-07:00

I traded that piece of dog shit Canon for an inexpensive Kodak Easy Share. Oh, hell yes. I'm no photographer, I just want to share things that are in front of my face, on here. This Kodak has 9.2 mega pixels and I took these in the glaring hot sun. They look just fine to me. I put the disc in, plugged the camera in and Viola! It's about god damn time. See? It wasn't me. It was Canon's god damn piece of shit for brains program writers..who should all set themselves on fire for being cocksucking retards.
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I still haven't figured out how to make the pictures all go to a folder in my picture file yet, I'm messing around with their album thingy. But, at least I found the god damn pictures! Fuck Canon digitals. I am now 50% less frustrated with life and may not murder anyone.

Pullin' a Ricky

2009-06-22T06:19:00.001-07:00

I was watching The Trailer Park Boys again the other night and I've seen all the episodes now, so I watch the background and scenery. It's a show that makes me think. I don't wonder why I relate to them so much, I grew up hard too. I do have to wonder if the TP boys are just plain stupid or if they're environmentally retarded? It's a toss up as to which one is stupidest, but, most people agree, it's Ricky. I could debate that, as Julian has no sense of humor and his good looks and brooding mask a brain that doesn't seem to work at all. At least Ricky has a sense of humor.
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We've all known a Ricky. I know lots of Rickys. They're abundant around here and they all have skills. Ricky is very mechanically inclined. He can go to the dump and find a car part and file it and grind it until it fits some piece of shit and makes it run. He's rarely without wheels even if he doesn't have enough money to buy a package of hot dogs. Ricky is also an expert in hydroponics. The rest of the TP boys need Ricky, they can't figure out how to grow weed. Yet......Ricky is retarded. He can't speak correctly and everyone pisses him off. He reacts violently and the result is usually jail time.
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I have to think about things around here. I'm pretty pissed off at stupid people and I don't need the drama. I live in a trailer park kind of world. Sometimes all you see is red, because none of the stupid will listen to you. And they fuck up. Big time. I have to be careful not to "pull a Ricky." I am quite capable of it. I don't have a short fuse. It doesn't happen often. But, like, once every couple of years I get totally fed up. Ricky has his favorite insults, like, "Knock knock?" (Who's there?) "Some fucking dick weed who's too busy sucking down bottles of rot gut and pissing themself to not know I'm going to knock the fuck out of them! Shut the fuck up you fuckin' idiot!!" I totally get it. Maybe Ricky isn't stupid. Maybe his environment has caused him to lose all reason. We'd all like to think we're smarter than that, but, when stupid people continuously fuck with you, well, the only language they seem fluent in is Ricky's.
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Like I said..I need to think things out before they get out of hand. On the flip side, jail time can be a vacation of sort. Like Ricky says "Three squares a day and some time for self learnin'."

Herbs in pots

2009-06-21T16:43:00.000-07:00

These pots are sitting right outside the front door. The two earthenware pots contain herbs. Basil and Pineapple Sage. I planted herbs in the garden, but, these pots are for my nose. Every time I open the door I get the smell of them real heavy. I have a good sense of smell, sometimes as I sit in here at the computer, I can smell them through the door. The Lantana has a sharp smell too. Mixed together it's really nice. It's calming. The more varieties of herbs I find, the better.
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I think everyone has figured out by now that I deal with a lot of dysfunction and drama and just plain craziness. I can't get away from it. All I can do is look for moments of peace and tranquility. The herbs help. When I started planting herbs, my intention was to learn to cook with them. I had no idea the smell could affect my mood. I think it must be a form of aroma therapy.

Growing in a pot

2009-06-21T16:30:00.000-07:00

Remember those leftover Zuchini seeds I stuck in a pot? Look at that! Hmm. Other than Tomatos I've never grown veggies in pots. I wonder if I can train the vines up around my over hang and let Zuchs rule the front door? I'm imagining people pushing phallic fruit out of their way before they can enter the house. Heh heh.

Everything Jon Gosselin does is for his kids

2009-06-21T14:46:00.001-07:00

He can go fuck off.

Happy Dad's day to all the good dads out there

2009-06-21T14:35:00.000-07:00

I don't know that many good dads. I know a few, and happy Father's Day to them. And, yeah, I think K-Fed's a good daddy. I don't care if he crams down a 1000 gourmet cheeseburgers bought with Britney's money after he smokes a bushel basket of skunk weed. The guy spends time with his kids and seems to enjoy their company.

Image in the TV

2009-06-21T12:37:00.000-07:00

That's not my picture, I got it off Ghost Study. But, it interests me because there's this phenomenon known as TV ghosts. Many people have gotten human like apparitions in the turned off TV set. Ghost hunting, or paranormal hunting is one of the reasons I wanted a good camera. I've gotten many strange photos myself, but, my camera is so crappy I have to dismiss most of them. There's a few I know are real, they were taken for me..I don't try and prove things to anyone else. But, when I hear a disembodied voice say "Hey, over here" and I get a picture of an anomaly, you can bet I save it.

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Anyway, taking photos of TV sets is one area of the paranormal research that's an interesting twist. You should try it if it interests you. Make sure the TV is turned off, obviously. I wonder if it's because televisions have high energy? They say spirits need energy to manifest. I believe that. There's also the "mirror ghost" phenom, but I hate mirrors. They scare me.

Head job

2009-06-21T12:19:00.000-07:00

Old earthenware head laying by the fence. Mom keeps saying I should take it and do something with it. I don't know what she wants me to do with it, it's too big and heavy to hang and it has no drainage hole. I like it just fine laying there in the naked lady lilies and ground ivy. Sometimes things are better off just left alone.
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I have no pictures of Lissa's birthday. She never showed up. The presents are on the table, the cake is in the fridge. Her real birthday is Tuesday so I just figured we'd celebrate this weekend. I figured wrong, I guess. Seems my former daughter in law is on some power trip. I don't know what she's up to this time. It makes my head hurt to try and figure that girl out. I could type a book about what's fucked up, but, why bother? It's always something with her. I don't understand why things can't be peaceful and why we always have to have drama. I miss Alissa.

Iris

2009-06-21T11:54:00.000-07:00

Valle sent me this Iris photo. It's one of the flowers that survived her kids and dog. Heh. I think Iris's smell the best of all the flowers and I can't figure out whey they aren't used in perfume. Here in Iowa, these yellow ones grow wild in abundance and we call them Flags. Pretty.

Awwww, look at Sierra

2009-06-21T11:47:00.000-07:00

Swamp Witch has her hands full with Sierra. She looks like she want's to get there right now! And turn on the AC, mom. I'm surprised she didn't demand to drive. She's so cute, we've watched her grow over the years and it's always nice to get a new picture of her. Kids love their clogs, don't they?

Cutie with face paint

2009-06-21T11:44:00.000-07:00

Check out Valle's daughter, Hayley...she's at a festival. She looks fierce! That's a really cute picture! Thanks.

Orbs moving in trees

2009-06-20T15:53:00.000-07:00

This is one of the most interesting orb vids ever shot. No one can tell me that's "dust." I've seen these things, I've watched them. You can believe what you want.

How does my mother see me?

2009-06-20T09:53:00.001-07:00

I'm late for work, but, I want to post this real quick. See the top pic (used the old camera) ..that's a cheap Faded Glory shirt I bought yesterday. That's the kind of stuff I wear everyday. I wear neutrals, I don't like weird shit. The second pic is what my mom bought me as a surprise yesterday from Wally World. I have no problem with discount stores or even used stores, but, look at that thing! I tried it on and it's sleeveless and clings to my ample old boobage..I looked like a fucking cartoon hooker! You know what she said? She said "Awww, you're lucky you're still so young and cute!" Let me tell you something..I am neither young or cute. I am a 56 year old grand mother who wouldn't be caught dead in that thing. What's wrong with her? I could try and pawn it off on my daughter, who actually is young and cute, but, I think she has better taste than that. Does YOUR mother do shit like this???

Stop looking at my junk mess too, I'm not cleaning house to take pictures.

This is how I feel

2009-06-20T09:16:00.000-07:00

HA! Now it's your turn. Tell me your worst cumputer (typo, but, leaving it) rage on here. Tell me about the time your computer, or anything that hooks to the computer, pissed you off so bad you wanted to kill it. Be sure and use every form of profanity ever invented. Fucking computer shit!

The fucking disk

2009-06-20T07:27:00.000-07:00

Let me see if I can explain this without my head exploding. The camera is a Canon Power Shot SD1200IS. Takes great close ups, nice detail. I can't get the pictures to the computer. Their fucking program on disk is a piece of rat assed shit from hell. Tried using my old camera program for it, it won't recognize it. Tried deleting and reloading their crummy piece of shit program, nope. That doesn't work. Then Miss Peggy was called in, she's the camera person. She says it's fucked too. We took the camera to her house, she has a Canon too. It recognized the camera and uploaded the photos. So, it seems it's the damn faulty disk. I'm going to try and load her program in here and see what happens. I'm still so fucking mad I could spit nails. I spent the extra money to get a decent camera and this shit pisses me off. It's Lissa birthday weekend and I'll probably have to use my old shitty camera. Someone said take it back. If I can't get this shit to work, I will, but, it's not that easy. I live in rural hell, I had to drive to another town to buy it and I have to work..then have a birthday party. I don't have time for this fish shit and I'm so pissed off. And I have to put on a happy fucking face for the kid when I want to kill something.

Someone in comments suggested a card reader..what's that?? I am so fed up..I even tried switching the card to the old camera. I hate cameras!!!!!! I want my money back! I want to sue them for mental anguish!!!!!!!!! I want to kick them in the nuts! Bastard camera peoples!!!!!!!! Warts on the anus of socitety!

I'm so fucking pissed!

2009-06-19T19:39:00.000-07:00

I bought a new camera. It takes beautiful pics. I can't get them off the camera because the fucking softwear is fucked up. I hope all camera software makers eat shit and die and burn up in firey blaze from HELLLLLL and suck rotten green warty dick for eterity! Die you no good cocksuker muther fuckers! DIE!

Rambling..

2009-06-19T09:10:00.001-07:00

When I get all the yards mowed here, I feel a sense of accomplishment. It's strange, because I know it's just mowing, but, mowing gives you a real sense of your environment. It gets you out in it, not only to cut the grass, but, to admire your work, so as you stroll around enjoying the smell of the newly mown grass you have time to ponder things. You learn where all the critters live and what kind of wild plants have sprung up. I love going out in the mornings, when I get up..I'll grab a cup of coffee and stroll around in my bathrobe, basically surveying my kingdom. Yeah, I laugh at that too.
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This is the North side of the house, it's not really pretty. Well, it has it's own kind of beauty, for me, because it's growing food. That's one of my Tomato beds in front there, by the Daisy bed. In back of the little Blue Spruce. I plan to keep the veggie garden where the scarecrow is, and make the rest a flowering shrub garden, with some ornamental trees. I think taking these pictures will help me decide how to do it. I want a gate you can walk through and into the garden. I also want a pagoda out back and a grape arbor. It's going to take a lot of work to make this what I want it to be. The goal is to eventually join all the gardens together into a gentle curve you walk through...while blocking out anything past the fences. My little Forsythia's are doing well and so is the Hydrangea, next to the house. I'm a person who's learned from my mistakes, so I wanted to take a year to just look at it, watch the sun and shade and learn what grows here. It seems almost anything will grow here, which is cool. This is about one fourth of my yard. It's the part I have tamed. Heh.

Somebody pooped in the cookies

2009-06-19T08:39:00.001-07:00

This is nice..Nestle is recalling a bunch of cookie dough because it's contaminated with E. coli bacteria. The company basically said it's our own fault if we get sick because it says right on their package that raw cookie dough should not be eaten. Yeah, who doesn't eat raw cookie dough? Cookie dough is way better than cookies and everyone eats it. If it isn't meant to be eaten, then why did someone invent cookie dough ice cream? They also say they don't recommend cooking it because even though that would make the cookies okay, you'd get E. coli on your hands and counter tops. Thanks Nestle! We're glad you care about us! Now, tell me how some nastiness that comes from the lower intestine got in your cookie dough to begin with? I'd really like an answer to that question. You are fecally contaminated, you should put that in your Toll House commercials. Umm, yummy.

Click HERE to find out if you bought any of this...shit.

Mowing break..contemplating fun money

2009-06-18T15:27:00.001-07:00

I'm on a mowing break. I'm having a pretty good quiet day here, just mowing a little at a time. I don't know what kind of mower that is, I found the old thing in the shed when I moved here. I gassed and oiled it and cussed it good and it starts. It's rough and finicky, and I'll have to buy a new one someday, but, not now. I don't know about you guys, but, I live paycheck to paycheck mostly and I have these stupid funds for things I want. They're like wish funds. I have a camera fund that never seems to get me a camera. Every time I get enough, something breaks, like the plumbing or I need a new fridge (you know, grown up stuff that's NO fun) and I have to use it for emergency money. And dip into other wish funds too. You'd think I'd have an emergency fund, but, those are no fun at all. I can't see the point.

Anyhow, in the last few months, nothing has broken..at least, nothing I can't ignore for awhile. I have a tidy little sum just waiting for me to spend it on whatever I want. Wooo! I'm going shopping tomarrow and I've been looking at cameras online. And toys too. Lissa has a birthday coming right up. She'll be five! I guess, unless something crazy happens between now and Saturday, we'll have a great little party AND I'll take some good pictures. I decided not to make the cake. I can decorate a cake, but, I don't even pretend my cakes taste good. Lissa said her only requirement is that it be chocolate and have "fwinkles." And candles. If anyone has camera advice, please post it. I'll check out any you tell me you like.

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So, back to mowing. Oh, I just ran over a huge snake in the overgrown grass. I didn't hurt him, whew. I swear he was at least 6 foot long! I ran in to grab the camera and he was gone. Until I see him again, he will remain an Internet legend (see probable lie, except I'm not lyin')..I'll bet he's around here somewhere just waiting to pose for my new camera. There's some Sunflowers that came up from being spilled out of the bird feeder. I left some to grow there, they always remind me of my daughter. And a dirty forgotten plastic lawn chair in case Kate Gosslein stops to visit. I'll squirt her with the hose and run over her with the lawn mower. Which would only improve her hair.

What's next for America's most famous white trash family?

2009-06-18T10:37:00.000-07:00

No, seriously, you tell me.. what's next? We already have pictures of Jon drunk with other women, cheating and sneaking films, Kate flashing droopy cleavage and worn out cooter, whipping your kids in public, Jon smoking a doob, fighting, hitting each other and continuing the scam that they're a big happy family. Send them some more money. Buy them another vacation. Don't forget they profess to let God guide them.

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I'm really sick of them. I'm convinced the stupid rule the world. The world is just one big beat up bowling alley and a giant beer fart. Do I think flashing cooter and smoking a doob makes you a bad parent? No, sorry, not where I come from. There are worse things. The trouble is, Jon and Kate do most of the worse things too. In abundance. Then they have the nerve to gather in free millions with their sob story about two Christian parents stuck raising their mistakes and "doing the best they can." And everything they do is "for their kids." Really? How can anyone defend them and still continue to be a fan of these awful people?

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Daddy is a drunken immature pot head who can't keep his dick in his pants. Mom has narcissistic disorder and rages on a regular basis. They're both ignorant as hell and can't even master the English language. And to top it off, they're mean. Mean to the kids they claim they love. And not even normal mean, like, stressed out and cranky once in awhile. They're just plain mean. Kate is evil. When you plot against your own children in premeditated nastiness..that's just plain evil.

Make some more millions off your kids, Jon and Kate. Sell some more nudies of them for pervs to wack to. Set them up to fail. Laugh at them. Count your money. Nothing is illegal, it seems. No one's looking out for the people exploited the most. Their own parents don't care. Why should I? Because the whole thing pisses me off and depresses me. I think I'd take my own fucked up childhood over what the Gosselin kids have to grow up in. And to any of you who know about my fucked up childhood..that's saying a lot. But, at least my shit isn't on film, forever, for the whole world to see. Those kids have no chance at all of becoming normal adults. And people who defend Jon and Kate are even more fucked up.

Dionne quints with puppies

2009-06-17T16:16:00.000-07:00

The good doctor gives the little girls puppies and they freak out. I wonder why?, since the whole world called watching them in their enclosure "entertainment" in the 1930's. Displaying the girls like a freak show and making them do little dances and sing songs like trained monkeys ruined their lives. You'd think parents of multiple these days would research the Dionne quintuplets.

Green Envy Zinnia

2009-06-17T09:53:00.000-07:00

I got some seeds from a friend, they're called Green Envy Zinnia. I planted a spot of them away from the other Zinnia's so if I wanted to save seeds, they wouldn't cross pollinate. I don't know. They're pretty up close, but, far away you can hardly notice them because...they're green. What do you guys think?

Crazy bitch has finally lost her marbles

2009-06-17T09:05:00.000-07:00

I'm enjoying the fact that Kate Gosselins perfect mom sham has been exposed like a Hilton crotch shot. I don't enjoy little Leah's pain and I can't stand those stills. You can go to Moon's (linked here) to get a better look. Most of you already read there.
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From what I've pieced together, this is not a shot of Kate calling the cops on paps, as were led to believe. It's a shot of Kate's shock as the cops were called ON HER for child abuse..I suppose more of the story will come out in the next few days. What did her 5 year old do that was so bad? The kid was blowing a whistle and Kate told her to stop, she couldn't hear on her cell phone..outside where she parks her ugly ass in that plastic lawn chair. Leah blew it again and Kate lost her mind and all control. She grabbed the kid an wailed on her for the world to see. Even raising her fist. And it looked like the child had marks on her arm where she grabbed her. I'm not sure about that though, that's just what it looked like.
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When is someone finally going to protect those kids? Their whore white trash mom has been selling them since birth. Crotch shots, full frontal nudity, working endlessly..and scaring them into compliance. Everyone is pointing out the same thing today..if an adult hit another adult like this, they'd be in jail. This crazy bitch pawns herself off as the worlds best mom and instead of jail time, she'll get another 10 million. I don't understand!
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The fucking family dogs got more attention concerning their safety than Kate's 8 kids. I just don't get it. Are kids owned by the bitch who spawned them? She can do anything she wants? Make it stop!

More headlines from mom of the year..

2009-06-17T06:46:00.000-07:00

Nice. The video got removed. TLC or Kate? The pictures are still on the net and always will be. That whore is a child abuser.

Don't even defend the bitch here. Only ignorant people hit little kids.

My mistake

2009-06-17T06:08:00.000-07:00

Every time you make a garden, you see things you wish you'd done differently. My big screw up this year was letting Daisys grow in my Annual bed. I figured three plants couldn't hurt, right? And they'd be done blooming by the time the Annuals came on. I completely ignored the survival instincts of Daisy's. I'm fond of them. I couldn't kill them. Now they're huge and drooping over my poor Zinnia's and Four O Clocks. It pisses me off. I tried tying them with string. There are baby Daisys everywhere, look at that middle pic. There are Daisys growing in the cracks of the cement and all over the lawn. I moved that middle one, started a new bed just for Daisy's, but, I already have a Daisy bed! The thing is....I knew better. I piss myself off. Now I have a shitload of unnecessary work because of my own brain fart. Sometimes you have to be ruthless in gardening. I am going to become a Daisy serial killer.

Bad dreams can be good dreams?

2009-06-16T12:22:00.000-07:00

I wasn't going to post about this...but, I've been plagued by nightmares for over a year now. Last night was really bad and it's always the same thing. The content of my nightmares is always the same story, but, variations. It doesn't take a psychiatrist to figure out what they mean. But, anyway, quite coincidentally, I came across this article today about dreaming. It seems there are theories about how dreams can help you deal with anger and fear in your waking life. So, my bad dreams are helping me deal with real life? Maybe. Perhaps screaming in my sleep is what helps me to be able to find things to laugh about when I'm awake. The human mind is amazing. It's a pretty interesting article. You can read it HERE if you're interested.

Happy Punkin's

2009-06-16T10:31:00.000-07:00

Part of my Pumpkin Patch. I have about 12 spots of these. They wind around the big compost pile, around the burn pile and they are under a huge old Walnut tree. Pumpkins are not supposed to tolerate shade. All the "experts" will tell you that. But, these plant's continue to look quite happy there. Will they produce? I think so, they are quite capable of sending out runners to find the sun. If they don't..what have I lost? Nothing. That's the cool thing about gardening. Man, you don't have to do what anyone tells you. You can do whatever you want. You can try anything, hey, it just might work. If it doesn't, big deal, you'll know not to do that next year.

Weeding the Melons

2009-06-16T10:05:00.000-07:00

The Watermelons have finally taken off, they seem to be slow starters, but, when they get going, look out. I was weeding when it struck me that some of the weeds are beautiful healthy greens, as pretty as the greens I grow on purpose. Some kind of Dandelion there that looks as good or better than my Spinach. It would be delicious too, I'm sure. But, I'm already wasting enough greens here, so I'll pass. I felt kind of bad killing it off. I hate thinning plants too. It makes me feel bad. Today I found a spider in the bathroom sink as big as a saucer. I caught him and took him out to the garden. I have a real hard time killing anything lately. Being out in the garden is a good spot to think about things like that.

It ruins your fingernails though. I've given up fingernails until Winter.

I finally happened. Kate's magic uterus fell out

2009-06-15T13:03:00.000-07:00

Officer: Oh my God, lady! What is this horrible thing????

Kate: It's my Hooterus.

Officer: I'm scared!

Kate: Nonsense! Take it in and put it in the free side by side stainless steel double wide free..appliance-ish thingy. The cold one. I can sell it on eBay. Wait, I have a better idea. What's Baby Mama's number?

Garlic Whistles?

2009-06-15T11:36:00.000-07:00

This video was very informative to me. I told you my Garlic is making loops and seed. I found out why and what to do. I planted my Garlic from seed last year, not bulbs. I know! I couldn't find anyone else on the whole net who planted it from seed. I didn't do it to take the hard road, I did it because I have to plant with what's available to me..and sometimes, that isn't much in this rural hillbilly corn patch. I hope this video helps someone else too.

Neighbor's garden

2009-06-15T10:43:00.000-07:00

I wanted to show you guys this small garden done by my neighbor's in the back. That's some of my corn in the front, then the fence, then their corn. They took a small area about 12' long and tilled it. Then they placed black landscape fabric over it, weighted it down with some lumber, cut holes and planted a little corn and 6 tomato plants. It's doing well, the plants like the heat the fabric gives the soil and it acts as a mulch to keep it moist and keep weeds out. I think it's an excellent way to get some home grown food without a lot of work. It's perfect for people who don't really enjoy being out there. I won't tell them how much the snakes like that fabric too. Tons of snakes under there. Anyhow, I liked the idea for parts of the garden. I think I'll do it for my melon patch next year and save some weeding.

And the Zuchini has blossoms!

2009-06-14T19:18:00.001-07:00

So does the Gold Rush Squash and some Cucumbers. This, and the two ripe Tomatos just made my day.

I have Tomatos!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-06-14T19:08:00.000-07:00

OMG! That's what it's all about, right there. Everything else is just filler. Well, except corn on the cob.

Bitch Beaver (worn out cootch on display)

2009-06-14T13:27:00.000-07:00

Kate: Officer, I'm so glad you responded. I could almost say thanks, but, that's not in my vulcbularious.

Officer: Yes, Mrs. Gosselin, I also responded the last seven times you called today and..

Kate: Oh, tee heee! Well, you DO work for me, you know? You are my personal servant!

Officer: Umm, no, Mrs. G, I'm not. I actually work for the..

Kate: Let's not split hairs, shant we? I'm exhausted. Now, let's do something about these paparazzi. They're getting my crotch today and holding my legs open is exhausted-ish.

Officer: But, the paps say YOU called them AND gave them permission. AND you're out here shooting beaver and bending over!

Kate: Don't piss me off, Barney Fife. I'll beat you with a red spoon so fast. By the way, I know you're a fan. The whole police department just LOVES us. They love our kids. Would you like an autograph? At a discount, of course.

Officer: No.

Kate: Oh, tee hee. I guess you want to see my pussy. Everyone does. Men! Tee hee. It's shaved, by the way, and quite organic-ish.

Officer: No.

Hannah: Hi Mister! Are you ARE new daddy? Do you think poop in unerwears is funny, New Daddy? I smell poopy. Poopeee poopeeeeeee.

Kate: Hannah! Don't be an attention hog! I'm not wearing a bra. See?

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If you don't know what's funny here, go to Snarks and read how a police officer complains about Kate Gosselin. You can also see more of Kate's crotch flashing and oral sex with a popsicle there, but, be warned. I had nightmares about frozen treats being chased by old cans of tuna while they cried for their balls back.

Pissing me off.....again

2009-06-14T09:43:00.000-07:00

My Mom is upset today. One of her favorite cats got shot. Sigh. The cops told her the same thing I told her..yes, it's illegal to shoot things in town, but, there IS a leash law here. She looked at us like we were daft and said "Cats don't bother anyone." Yes...yes, Mom, they do. They bother everyone who doesn't like or own cats. No one wants cats in their gardens or flower beds. No one wants cats hanging around their bird feeder or pissing on their porch, or yowling outside your window all night.
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She's a bad pet owner. She babies the cats and feeds them tuna, but, she won't make them stay in her yard. She could top out the fenced in area and keep them home, or she could keep them in the house, but, she refuses to, because "cats are no bother."
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CATS ARE A BOTHER! I can't get it through her thick head. If you love your pets...keep them in their own yard. Jesus..is that so hard to understand? I didn't shoot her cat..in case you were thinking that. But, I have squirted it with the hose. Because that cat pisses me off.
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The cat didn't die. There's no vet on Sunday so we pulled the bullet out. It was lodged in it's throat. I don't know why it didn't go clear through, maybe the shooter was too far away. It was a 22. We disinfected the wound and the cat is fine. You think the cat has learned anything? My Mom hasn't.
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Oh, and the photo? That's where she decided she'd pull weeds yesterday. The problem? Those plants she killed are the Heavenly Blues she asked me to plant. Then she moved on to pull up her own Blanket Flowers I'd already kept weeded. I watched her. She thought they were Ragweed. I don't give a fuck, I don't like Gallardia anyway and it's her damn flower bed. I think she's nuts. No, seriously, I think she's nuts.

Merry Marigolds

2009-06-14T09:29:00.001-07:00

Every time something blooms I think it might be my favorite, but, the truth is..the simple Marigold has always been my favorite. Serious gardeners will smirk at you if you brag on Marigolds. Pfffft, anyone can grow those. Ummm, yeah, that's the point! Anyone, anywhere..the happy things just give their all, all Summer and into the Fall. They even look great with Pumpkins. My patch of Marigolds I grew from seeds is starting to bloom. They have masses of buds and a few flowers. Soon they'll be a joyous sea of color! And I'll keep posting it because in December I will really be glad I did. When you start saving your own seed, you get all kinds of varieties as they pollinate each other. How can anyone resist growing Marigolds??

Miss Tia's babies

2009-06-14T08:47:00.000-07:00

Poli and Pan playing..aww, that's so sweet. Pan seems to enjoy the company. OMG, Poli is so friggin' cute! I want her! No, must resist..must resist strong urge to have my own Poli........oh, but, she's ADORABLE..wook at dat face!

Karla's boys

2009-06-14T08:41:00.001-07:00

Karla's boys are so lucky their mom is a photographer who can record their lives like this. Such beautiful pictures and so much better than those studio things most of us are stuck with. That's Jacob in the top pic and Lucas in the bottom. They're such handsome guys and they have sweet faces. Karla's site is linked here, if you enjoy her work, and I do. It's the Day Dream Studio link at right. Thanks, Karla.

Taking a stroll through my garden

2009-06-13T16:20:00.000-07:00

I couldn't get it all in one picture because it's L shaped. The corn goes all the way around. And the Pumkin' Patch is off to the right. It looks pretty good though, if I do say so myself. I planted flowers in there too and they should bloom soon. I love being out there. You can click the pics to make them bigger.

Hearts in the garden

2009-06-13T10:52:00.001-07:00

The Garlic plants are making loop-de-loop hearts on top. Some have the beginnings of seed pods. I've never grown Garlic before. Does this mean I should dig up the bulbs now or wait until Fall? It's pretty and when I edge the patch with the lawn mower, it releases it's Garlicy perfume in the air. It smells yummy.

Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds gardens

2009-06-13T10:03:00.000-07:00

When Julian Lennon was little he brought home that drawing and when his father asked him what it was, he told him it was his friend Lucy, in the sky, with Diamonds. So, John Lennon's famous song was never about drugs, it was about a little boy who loved a little girl, named Lucy.

Now, the real Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, Lucy Vodden is 46 and she's sick. She has Lupus. But, her childhood friend hasn't forgotten her. Even though Julian lives in France now, when he heard Lucy was sick he started sending her vouchers for plants. Lucy loves to garden. It's one of the few things that brings her pleasure.

"I wasn't sure at first how to approach her. I wanted at least to get a note to her," Julian Lennon told The Associated Press. "Then I heard she had a great love of gardening, and I thought I'd help with something she's passionate about, and I love gardening too. I wanted to do something to put a smile on her face."

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I thought it was a nice story. The love of gardening brings old friends together, and he never forgot her. It's so sweet. I wonder if she really has kaleidoscope eyes? Get well, Lucy.

I'll get you...

2009-06-12T21:03:00.000-07:00

..and your little balls too!!

Beebers The Wonder Rat

2009-06-12T19:42:00.000-07:00

BeeBee has a cubby hole here in the desk. There's an old tissue box back there she keeps her treasures in. Today she entertained herself by stealing a whole bowl of grapes and hiding them, one by one, in her tissue box. Then she moved on to the ashtray and finally stole my water bottle. It wouldn't fit in the box. I wonder if all rats are pack rats? She amuses me greatly. I think she has the funniest cartoon face. Is she getting bigger, do you think?

Psycho mom

2009-06-12T12:27:00.000-07:00

This is called a power play. It's used as control. Every thing about it is deliberate, from drinking water in front of a tired thirsty child, to complimenting her sister in order to, in effect, stick it to the one who's complaining. These kids work all the time and Kate gets the pay check.

Fucking idiots

2009-06-12T10:41:00.000-07:00

Last night after I got home from the hospital, I got up in my haze to pee and on the way back I hit the power button on the TV. I didn't care what was on and I couldn't find the remote. American Choppers was on. I'm not a fan, I think most of those guys act like assholes. I'm more of a Jesse James West Coast Chopper kind of gal. I didn't care, I was in a Morphine induced haze and it was noise. I'll be fucked if it wasn't the crossover episode with Jon and Kunt Gosselin, scamming more expensive stuff they don't need.
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I have to tell you, even in my high state, I could see that this was the most fake asshole episode of anything ever made. Jon Gosselin is not cool and those biker dudes chewed his lame ass up and spit him out. The whole thing was as uncomfortable as my bladder. WTF? And that "cute" male bonding part where they cleared Jon a path in the woods was ridiculous. Anyone who uses a hack saw on a tree is fucking higher than I was. Give me a break.
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I scanned the room for the remote. I was nauseous watching all these puke FAKE fuckers. I could not force myself to move again. I spotted the damn remote under the TV table. Jesus. Finally my Mom came in, she'd just heard I was in the hospitial all day and she was upset because she thought I was in a car wreck and wouldn't be able to drive her ass to the store for cat tuna. She was much relieved to find out I was only agonizingly sick, but, I talked her into handing me the remote before she left.
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I hit the change button and it went to 54, which here, is that new suck money show about the Masche sextuplets. Are you kidding? Irritating, annoying people with a screaming litter. She calls him fat and puts him on a diet and he doesn't like the way she tells him what to do. Sound familiar? Scripted and they are BAD actors. I turned off the TV and covered up my head and rocked in and out of my haze all night, but, at least I wasn't listening to money grubbing, litter bearing, child exploiting losers.
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No offense to American Chopper fans, but, those guys had no business with the Greedy Gosselin tribe, it was absurd and they are assholes. I have a couple of biker friends, the real thing, not like wimpy pussy boy Jon Greedlin, and those guys would do anything for you. But, I can't take them on a daily basis, because they're assholes and they'll admit it. But, at least they aren't cunt wipers who sell their kids and pretend to be cool.

Curbside flower bed

2009-06-12T09:12:00.000-07:00

This is a flower bed I haven't shown you yet. I was going to wait until it bloomed, but, it's kind of pretty now. It's mostly Perennials I found around mom's place planted in so wrong spots. They were under porches, under tress and overgrown shrubs..just scattered, struggling to survive in the weeds and not winning the fight. I dug them all up and put them in several new beds and this is one by the mailbox. It's pretty good sized, about 20' long. I found Coreopsis, Cone Flowers, Pampas Grass, variety's of Lilies, Perennial Geraniums, Blanket Flower, Iris's, and all kinds of other things.

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In the front I put some short Annual seeds. I didn't know you could grow Rose Moss by tossing seeds, but, Mom had this ancient pack of Rose Moss seeds in her junk and I mixed them with Marigolds and tossed them. Some of them came up and they're really doing well there. I have pink and red ones. It's a nice spot to look at when you go get the mail.

Apparently, I'm a rock collector

2009-06-12T08:27:00.001-07:00

My blogging got interrupted by something they call a Kidney Stone attack yesterday. Remember when Chandler had one on Friends? That was funny..in real life? Not so much. I have since become educated on the little boogers. It came right out of the blue with no warning. It was pretty much like being thrown into the last stage of labor with no time to prepare. I had no idea they were that painful. The pain comes and goes too, as the the bastard stones bounce back into your kidneys. I thought maybe it was Appendicitis, I had no clue. I knew I had to get help. So after the pain that had taken me right to my knees subsided a bit, I drove to the emergency room and had myself a little adventure.
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I collapsed at the entrance. It was really crazy. I felt humiliated to act like such a screaming mess. It is embarrassing, as most medical visits to the ER are, but, the staff assured me later that everyone suffering stones acts that way. I'd always thought Kidney Stones wreck your pee pee hole (that's a medical term, right?) and that's where the pain comes from. Nope. I was uneducated. The real killer pain comes when the stone is dislodged and is making it's way from your Kidney to your Bladder. It goes through this tube and it can bounce back to your Kidney, repeatedly..it acts like ground glass in your organ, tearing your insides to shreds and rendering you a blabbering slobbering mess. Quite attractive.
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Through my haze, I heard them say "5 units of Morphine"...then 5 more, then 10 more..I don't know how much a unit is, but, I remember the IV line got plugged and I said, cut off my arm and dump a bucket of in there, stat! I added "stat" because I watch House. I got some more "units" after that and it made me stupid, but, didn't help much with the pain.
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Finally the cat scan showed the stone moved down to the Bladder and the pain eased up. I ended up spending the whole day, hooked up to all kinds of evil looking contraptions in the ER and I never did pass a stone. They finally sent me home yesterday evening with a pee sifter. I have to look for it and it has to be analyzed to see what caused it. It is a very humbling experience to be sifting your own pee.
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I will tell you this..when nurses are kind, they are very close to becoming a celestial being. I got lucky, there was a kind nurse there. She admitted me, diagnosed me (correctly) and subtly told the doctor how to treat. The doctor on call seemed more interested in fixing the collar on his Hawaiian shirt. This nurse never left my side, explained everything to me, managed my pain as best she was allowed and was, well, amazing. Nurses..man, they know everything. Today I feel bruised inside, battered. But, I feel great compared to yesterday. If you ever think about getting a Kidney Stone, my advice would be..don't. Get a pet rock instead. A great big jagged one and shove it up your ass. I'm pretty sure it would hurt less.

What makes people want to live in sterile cubicles?

2009-06-11T07:21:00.000-07:00

Are these people seriously OCD, or what? Where's their junk? Where would I put my ashtray and where would my rat live? What are those white cacti for? Even the kids look like props. I am repelled and fascinated at the same time. Would you live in it?? I found it on Kanye's blog. He's the master of weird, expensive stuff.

Cranberry harvest

2009-06-11T07:02:00.000-07:00

I love Cranberries, I'll eat or drink them any way you give them to me. But, I always wondered wtf is up with the berries always being shown in water? I found this film that explained it. Cranberry growing is pretty weird, I'll stick with Tomato's. It's interesting though..I hope they wash those things really well.

I miss saying the good things

2009-06-11T06:57:00.001-07:00

I don't miss saying bad things about celebs every morning, but, I do miss it when there's something nice to say...like, Kendra is pregnant. Awwwwww, her and Hank are having a boo boo. That so sweet. And Holly Maddison is tearing out her odd cotton candy extensions and sobbing into her Hello Kunty pillow right now. Holly will twist off one of her big fake boobies later and stab herself in the eye with a sharp plastic nipple. See? Isn't that nice? Congrats, Kendra!

No great beauty

2009-06-10T15:43:00.000-07:00

I can't help but wonder where Deanna HumJob went to school. DumbShit University? Because only a sad sack who graduated suck me cum lewd would think Jon Gosselin is a catch. I mean, not only are the hair plugs questionable, but, the guy's a slacker who's allergic to work, "hangs" with 15 year olds, has 8 annoying kids and his bitch of a wife is going to get all the money. But, now we find out that he's a toker a boozer too. Kate used to give him 5 dollars a day and he spent it all on ditch weed. Maybe someday Kate will give him a divorce and Jon and Deanna can get married and they'll play that reggae version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow when these two get hitched at the trailer court. I'm sending them Zig Zags, it will be in their registry.

The 11 worst cars ever made

2009-06-10T09:19:00.000-07:00

THIS was a lot of fun to click through. Take a look and see which lemons bring back memories. I think my family has owned all of these. My brother brought home this yellow one when he was 10. It never ran. Yeah, we were allowed to drive and own cars at age 10. Well, we could drive much earlier, but, you couldn't own a car until you were 10. That's because we was brought up right, you know.

My son collected Edsel's. His friends showed me a whole field of them after he died and it made me laugh. He thought Edsel's were the great American consumer joke. That kid had a good sense of humor. He wrecked my Bronco though.

Skeeter bites and Turnip Greens

2009-06-10T08:30:00.000-07:00

I was thinning a row of Turnips and throwing armloads of them in the compost pile when I thought about Turnip Greens. You know, you always hear them mentioned in novels about the South and slave days. I've never had them, but, I though, what the heck? I'll try most anything once. So I cooked up a mess of them with butter, salt, lemon pepper and garlic and threw in some green onion tops. Man, they were delicious. Next year I'm planting loads of Turnips, just for the greens. It was a pain in the ass inspecting each leaf, but, I didn't find anything. I was laughing at Naseem's blog the other day, she was talking about her home grown lettuce not being as enjoyable after she found a worm in the sink. LOL..I know! But, hey, you know that stuff they sell in the store is a bag of feces and I think a worm is probably better for you. I'm glad I didn't find any though.

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That second pic is where the Mosquitoes got me while I was mowing. I swear, I have a wild area out back that's like a swamp. Nothing grows there but Nettles and giant Skeeters. I know it's gross and it's surprisingly hard to take a photo of your own back. Try it.

Hacking Forsythia

2009-06-10T08:00:00.001-07:00

I've been busy for a couple of days hacking Forsythia. Forsythia is a beautiful landscape shrub, with bright yellow flowers in Spring....but, these had been left to take over for decades. The way they propagate is to grow long branches which droop to the ground and root in the soil. Which gives you a hint as to how to propagate them deliberately, if you so choose.

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This was quite a job and I'm not done yet. Hack, hack, hack, oh look, I see the car. Hack, hack, hack, look I can see my house! When I finally got the first shrub managed, guess what I found? At least 25 decent baby shrubs (last pic is a good sized baby). I'd say they were free, but, my back begs to differ. I put a row by the fence where the dogs are. A row got transplanted to mom's back yard. And a row of them now live at the side of my house which was bare and ugly. They should do fine. It was raining when I transplanted them, plants like that.

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I'd been meaning to buy some kind of shrubs for the side of the house for awhile, but, like everything else, when you get the money for shrubs, it seems to go somewhere else. And a bunch of decent shrubs cost quite a bit. So, Forsythia will do just fine. I still have a bunch left to move. Oh, and as a bonus I found many Perennials struggling to survive under the overgrown shrubs. I'll take them too. Asiatic lilies, Stella D'oros, White Nancy..poor things. It sure has taken a long time to clean up this yard.