First of all, I am OH so glad to have busted my ass putting a garden in for the deer and caterpillars to eat. Thrilled to death.
Second of all, I am oh so thrilled with the judge who blocked enforcement of the new illegal immigration bill that is supposed to go into effect on Friday.
I am sick to death of people saying that we don't want immigrants here. All of us, with very few exceptions are descended from immigrants. This is a nation of immigrants.
LEGAL immigrants, that is.
You know, the ones who learn English and pay taxes.
I see all these "solutions" that crack me up. Like, "Just make them pay taxes. Problem solved."
Um, really? And, Mr. Knowitall, how on earth do you propose we do that?
What really kicks my ass is that a bunch of people voted for this and ONE person stopped it in its tracks. There is something very wrong with the system when one person can have that much power either way.
The illegals have 2 choices...get legal or leave. Plain and simple in my mind.
I'm sick of a bunch of folks coming in to our country and trying to change the rules to suit them while real Americans can't find jobs and are paying taxes so these people can have a free ride.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Open Season
It is open season in my back yard. Last year's garden pretty much sucked. First, I had never used a tiller before, and that damn thing drug my ass all over the yard. Second, I didn't get the soil broke up good enough for anything to take root...except weeds.
We all call that area the North 40. It's like a mini-pasture and we could bale whatever it is that grows down there. It's like grass, but it's not. It's thick and holds moisture forever so that the best time to mow it is right after your second beer has hit ya in the evening and you don't feel like mowing the grass.
Besides that, it is the yard that is next to the neighbor's house, and every time I'd go out to fuck around in my garden, the neighbor would always be in his driveway walking up and down. Not what you want, when you're trying for a little peace and quiet in the back yard and a little solitude. It's not like he ever bothered me or anything, but that was when I was trying to get away from people..all of them.
The other time I tried to have a garden was years ago, and we put it in the side yard at the other end of the house...again with a neighbor on the other side..and I'd go out there to fuck around in my garden and she'd let her little yippy assed dogs out so they'd run up to the fence and yip, yip, yip. God, I wanted to kill those dogs.
This year..I did it a little different. I started seedlings, first of all, but I screwed up and the damn corn got root bound. I planted it anyway, so now I'm going to get baby corn. Ha! The tomatoes, I put next to my giant fig tree. They are doing FANTASTIC! They are about 4 feet tall, and I'm going to get some nice tomatoes.
Maybe.
I went out the other morning, and something..and I'm going to guess it was a deer, had took the top off of one of them.
Bastards.
I thought they were going to mess with the stuff I had in back, because we've seen them bed down there once or twice, but they walked right in the front yard to get these tomatoes.
Can't kill them with a pellet gun. Sigh. Even if you could, I'm a terrible shot. Scared the crap out of a rabbit a while ago, though.
Do you know how hard it was to dig that hole so I could plant my garden? Not as hard as tilling, but still, I was cussing and thought I was gonna die..or praying I would die...it was hard assed work. And some damn animal is going to come along and reap the rewards of all my hard work?
I don't think so.
I have some hellacious venison recipes, and I have no qualms at all about killing Bambi. Bastards are bad pains in the ass.
Venison stew, anyone?
*Edit: It was a big fat caterpillar. And I almost touched it before I realized what it was. EEEWWWW! It was HUGE! I sure hope it didn't have babies.
We all call that area the North 40. It's like a mini-pasture and we could bale whatever it is that grows down there. It's like grass, but it's not. It's thick and holds moisture forever so that the best time to mow it is right after your second beer has hit ya in the evening and you don't feel like mowing the grass.
Besides that, it is the yard that is next to the neighbor's house, and every time I'd go out to fuck around in my garden, the neighbor would always be in his driveway walking up and down. Not what you want, when you're trying for a little peace and quiet in the back yard and a little solitude. It's not like he ever bothered me or anything, but that was when I was trying to get away from people..all of them.
The other time I tried to have a garden was years ago, and we put it in the side yard at the other end of the house...again with a neighbor on the other side..and I'd go out there to fuck around in my garden and she'd let her little yippy assed dogs out so they'd run up to the fence and yip, yip, yip. God, I wanted to kill those dogs.
This year..I did it a little different. I started seedlings, first of all, but I screwed up and the damn corn got root bound. I planted it anyway, so now I'm going to get baby corn. Ha! The tomatoes, I put next to my giant fig tree. They are doing FANTASTIC! They are about 4 feet tall, and I'm going to get some nice tomatoes.
Maybe.
I went out the other morning, and something..and I'm going to guess it was a deer, had took the top off of one of them.
Bastards.
I thought they were going to mess with the stuff I had in back, because we've seen them bed down there once or twice, but they walked right in the front yard to get these tomatoes.
Can't kill them with a pellet gun. Sigh. Even if you could, I'm a terrible shot. Scared the crap out of a rabbit a while ago, though.
Do you know how hard it was to dig that hole so I could plant my garden? Not as hard as tilling, but still, I was cussing and thought I was gonna die..or praying I would die...it was hard assed work. And some damn animal is going to come along and reap the rewards of all my hard work?
I don't think so.
I have some hellacious venison recipes, and I have no qualms at all about killing Bambi. Bastards are bad pains in the ass.
Venison stew, anyone?
*Edit: It was a big fat caterpillar. And I almost touched it before I realized what it was. EEEWWWW! It was HUGE! I sure hope it didn't have babies.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Swimming
I was reading a post by Yabu today about swimming and it made me think back. Rather than leave a comment that was 3 pages long, I figured I'd just write it in a blog post.
I actually do not know how to swim, technically. I can doggy paddle, float, and stuff like that to survive..but actually do a breast stroke and swim...not so much.
I was never afraid of the water, though.
As a kid, I was always in the water...at the beach, at the pool. Never learned how to swim. Almost drowned a couple of times too. That is always embarrassing...having the life guard have to rescue you. Even that didn't make me afraid of the water.
In Navy boot camp, one of the things you have to do, no questions..if you don't pass the swim test, you cannot be in the Navy. Makes sense, doesn't it?
The swim test consists of jumping off a 30 foot high dive, treading water for 5 min.,turning your dungarees into a flotation device, and getting yourself down to the other end of the Olympic sized pool..using any stroke. I doggy paddled my way down there. Not the fastest way, but it got the job done.
I knew people who were deathly afraid to make that jump. It's as high as the side of a ship, although, I'm not sure what size ship. I'm pretty sure carriers are a little more than 30 feet tall.
To me, it was easy peasy lemon squeezy, but like I said, I grew up on the water.
I've water-skied, gone tubing with a boat pulling the tube, tubed down a river, spent time in the ocean and numerous pools over the years, and still I don't know how to swim properly.
Now that I'm older, and don't spend my days on the water, I do have a little anxiety. This didn't happen until I had children, though. Realizing that I am probably not the one you want in charge when all the kids are swimming because I don't have the skills to save them if they get themselves in a situation, tends to put a little fear in you.
All of my kids know how to swim except the youngest. He was little when the liner went out in the pool and opportunity hasn't presented itself. It's probably time to take him for lessons, and join him. Water isn't really that scary unless you don't know what to do when you find yourself in a situation.
If you spend enough time on the water, eventually you will find yourself in a situation. It's always good to be prepared.
I actually do not know how to swim, technically. I can doggy paddle, float, and stuff like that to survive..but actually do a breast stroke and swim...not so much.
I was never afraid of the water, though.
As a kid, I was always in the water...at the beach, at the pool. Never learned how to swim. Almost drowned a couple of times too. That is always embarrassing...having the life guard have to rescue you. Even that didn't make me afraid of the water.
In Navy boot camp, one of the things you have to do, no questions..if you don't pass the swim test, you cannot be in the Navy. Makes sense, doesn't it?
The swim test consists of jumping off a 30 foot high dive, treading water for 5 min.,turning your dungarees into a flotation device, and getting yourself down to the other end of the Olympic sized pool..using any stroke. I doggy paddled my way down there. Not the fastest way, but it got the job done.
I knew people who were deathly afraid to make that jump. It's as high as the side of a ship, although, I'm not sure what size ship. I'm pretty sure carriers are a little more than 30 feet tall.
To me, it was easy peasy lemon squeezy, but like I said, I grew up on the water.
I've water-skied, gone tubing with a boat pulling the tube, tubed down a river, spent time in the ocean and numerous pools over the years, and still I don't know how to swim properly.
Now that I'm older, and don't spend my days on the water, I do have a little anxiety. This didn't happen until I had children, though. Realizing that I am probably not the one you want in charge when all the kids are swimming because I don't have the skills to save them if they get themselves in a situation, tends to put a little fear in you.
All of my kids know how to swim except the youngest. He was little when the liner went out in the pool and opportunity hasn't presented itself. It's probably time to take him for lessons, and join him. Water isn't really that scary unless you don't know what to do when you find yourself in a situation.
If you spend enough time on the water, eventually you will find yourself in a situation. It's always good to be prepared.
Car Club
If you own any kind of car that you consider cool, then the chances are, you belong to a car club. It's an automatic thing.
For example, I own a Camaro. Several, as a matter of fact, and no matter how old or new they are, they are always cool to other Camaro owners. You get the two finger wave, or the chin up nod..an acknowledgement of the fact that you have a cool car.
Back in the day, there wasn't such a club for AMC Pacers. There may be now, but I haven't seen one, let alone two, so I wouldn't know.
I'm sure there's an Audi club, and a BMW club for those that own those types of cars. It's mostly the performance cars that have those unspoken clubs.
I had no idea of the kind of coolness that comes from owning a high performance car. The cars I typically chose were more for utility rather than performance. The fact that you can have both was an eye opener to me, and I'll never own a utilitarian car again such as an Escort or Ranger truck, although there are times that I miss the truck.
I was sitting at a red light the other day next to a Jeep. Another Jeep came around the corner and those two locked eyes and did the chin up nod to each other. "I see you..nice ride."
Insider joke kind of deal.
I never knew. And now that I do know now, I'll never go back. It's like having friends you never met, and will likely never meet again..but for that moment in time..it's a party.
For example, I own a Camaro. Several, as a matter of fact, and no matter how old or new they are, they are always cool to other Camaro owners. You get the two finger wave, or the chin up nod..an acknowledgement of the fact that you have a cool car.
Back in the day, there wasn't such a club for AMC Pacers. There may be now, but I haven't seen one, let alone two, so I wouldn't know.
I'm sure there's an Audi club, and a BMW club for those that own those types of cars. It's mostly the performance cars that have those unspoken clubs.
I had no idea of the kind of coolness that comes from owning a high performance car. The cars I typically chose were more for utility rather than performance. The fact that you can have both was an eye opener to me, and I'll never own a utilitarian car again such as an Escort or Ranger truck, although there are times that I miss the truck.
I was sitting at a red light the other day next to a Jeep. Another Jeep came around the corner and those two locked eyes and did the chin up nod to each other. "I see you..nice ride."
Insider joke kind of deal.
I never knew. And now that I do know now, I'll never go back. It's like having friends you never met, and will likely never meet again..but for that moment in time..it's a party.
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Writing Just Got Easier
I switched my internet service today. Charter Communications sucks. It really does. I switched to AT&T today and now I can blog in my favorite place..down by the fire pit. All of my inspiration comes from down here, and now I won't forget what I was going to write by the time I get all the way up to my computer nor will I have to carry a pad and paper down here with me as well.
I am OVERJOYED...!!!!! And we saved almost a hundred bucks a month. Better service, cheaper price. I'm down with that. So, if you, too are having problems with Charter, then AT&T U-verse might be the answer for you as well.
Let me tell you just how bad Charter is. I couldn't even watch local channels on my upstairs tv without the message that this channel will soon be available. Forget watching movies or any of the channels above 29. On the main tv, couldn't watch movies. I didn't even bother ordering HD service for my HD tv, because I couldn't even get it consistently on a regular basis. The internet and phone worked fine but this seems to be much faster.
It was getting frustrating paying that much money for so long...for service not received. And then when I would call to get a tech out here to get it right...they would charge me for a service call. And still not fix it.
This has been going on for 10 years at least.
For this moment in time, I am a very happy camper. I am down at the fire pit, enjoying the view, I can type this without any problems, better service, more features, less hassle, less money. Win win win. Or should that be ...Winning!!!
So, now I have it all...and HD, too. And, boy howdy, HD is something else. It's like I got a new tv.
I am OVERJOYED...!!!!! And we saved almost a hundred bucks a month. Better service, cheaper price. I'm down with that. So, if you, too are having problems with Charter, then AT&T U-verse might be the answer for you as well.
Let me tell you just how bad Charter is. I couldn't even watch local channels on my upstairs tv without the message that this channel will soon be available. Forget watching movies or any of the channels above 29. On the main tv, couldn't watch movies. I didn't even bother ordering HD service for my HD tv, because I couldn't even get it consistently on a regular basis. The internet and phone worked fine but this seems to be much faster.
It was getting frustrating paying that much money for so long...for service not received. And then when I would call to get a tech out here to get it right...they would charge me for a service call. And still not fix it.
This has been going on for 10 years at least.
For this moment in time, I am a very happy camper. I am down at the fire pit, enjoying the view, I can type this without any problems, better service, more features, less hassle, less money. Win win win. Or should that be ...Winning!!!
So, now I have it all...and HD, too. And, boy howdy, HD is something else. It's like I got a new tv.
Saturday, June 04, 2011
ADHD
I might've mentioned once or twice that I have this condition. Many, many, many people view this condition as a bullshit diagnosis.
It's not, I assure you. The lack of ability to pay attention and lack of short term memory is constantly a problem.
The lack of motivation, organization, and the inability to achieve those things is a constant source of frustration.
How many women do you know that forget their own anniversaries? How many people do you know that forget their court dates.
A few years ago...about 13, to be exact...I was arrested because I forgot about a court date. You'd think that would have taught me, right?
Nope. This week...I forgot my anniversary AND a court date. So, now, a bench warrant has been issued, I am sure. Lovely. Not to mention how much more money it's going to cost.
Hell, I almost forgot to go to jury duty when I had it a while ago. In order to remember these things, I cannot allow myself to focus on anything else.
This kind of thing can bring self loathing to a level never achieved before. I know in my heart that I'm not lazy, crazy or stupid, but it sure is hard to convince the casual observer. Hell, it's hard to convince myself sometimes.
Sigh.
It's not, I assure you. The lack of ability to pay attention and lack of short term memory is constantly a problem.
The lack of motivation, organization, and the inability to achieve those things is a constant source of frustration.
How many women do you know that forget their own anniversaries? How many people do you know that forget their court dates.
A few years ago...about 13, to be exact...I was arrested because I forgot about a court date. You'd think that would have taught me, right?
Nope. This week...I forgot my anniversary AND a court date. So, now, a bench warrant has been issued, I am sure. Lovely. Not to mention how much more money it's going to cost.
Hell, I almost forgot to go to jury duty when I had it a while ago. In order to remember these things, I cannot allow myself to focus on anything else.
This kind of thing can bring self loathing to a level never achieved before. I know in my heart that I'm not lazy, crazy or stupid, but it sure is hard to convince the casual observer. Hell, it's hard to convince myself sometimes.
Sigh.
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