R.I.P. big girl. You did great things.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Derby Day
Ya know, I've been praying for rain; for the new plantings/transfers and so I'd be forced to stop working in the yard to stay inside and do a few things that need to be done here...like clean the house, update Tonic, and fix the myriad aesthetic things wrong with my new website. But I didn't mean "rain on Derby Day" for heaven sake! 6:30 a.m. Derby Day - pouring. The dog was most unhappy and, as usual, blamed me for the wetness she had to endure as she trolled the yard for a dry place to....make wet. How rude of me! Even the cat, the indoor cat, seemed somewhat put off as rain sprayed through the screen door and rudely slapped him in his little kitty face. My fault, of course (he's in cahoots with the dog). How rude of me!
Still, this is a welcome respite from dirty nails, aching back, and nosy neighbors. Don't get me wrong, I love my neighbors - I'm very blessed actually - but I don't always want to talk to them. Especially if I'm looking my very worst in ball cap, uni-boob i.e. sports bra, and fat-dimpled, white-as-snow legs. My ass stuck up in the air should be enough to keep their tongues wagging without actually talking to me. Then again, maybe that's why they talk to me - not because my fat ass is attractive but because they want to know the person who's stupid enough to hike the double bun-ed wide-load to the sky instead of bending at the knees like a normal person.
Whatever.
All this to say - I'm putting my money (if I had any, which I don't) on Eight Belles. The only filly running for the roses today. So few fillies make it to "The Show" that, when one does, us similar gendered humans must support her. The jury's still out on Hillary though....
Still, this is a welcome respite from dirty nails, aching back, and nosy neighbors. Don't get me wrong, I love my neighbors - I'm very blessed actually - but I don't always want to talk to them. Especially if I'm looking my very worst in ball cap, uni-boob i.e. sports bra, and fat-dimpled, white-as-snow legs. My ass stuck up in the air should be enough to keep their tongues wagging without actually talking to me. Then again, maybe that's why they talk to me - not because my fat ass is attractive but because they want to know the person who's stupid enough to hike the double bun-ed wide-load to the sky instead of bending at the knees like a normal person.
Whatever.
All this to say - I'm putting my money (if I had any, which I don't) on Eight Belles. The only filly running for the roses today. So few fillies make it to "The Show" that, when one does, us similar gendered humans must support her. The jury's still out on Hillary though....
Monday, April 28, 2008
it's been a while
I haven't had time to say much lately but that doesn't mean I haven't been paying attention to things. In fact, I've been paying a LOT of attention to my neglected yard for the last two weeks.
I bought my house one year ago last Monday and I've hardly had time to touch anything outside. It showed. We've had a stretch of great weather and my dad was sweet enough to trade his truck for my sports car. I've hauled three loads of brush, four load of rock and stepping stones, transplanted god knows how many bushes and plants that were scattered willy nilly all over the yard, bought and used a pick ax on some pretty tenacious honeysuckle stumps (still working on those), tilled and planted a garden...ok, a friend with a tiller actually tilled it but I did the rest..let's see, what else? I'm the recipient of a ton of creeping phlox and a lilac bush that I'll pick up Thursday from a very generous friend, yesterday I planted a Japanese maple, tomorrow I'll plant four azalea bushes....and then it's time to invest in some herbs for the tiny herb garden I'm putting next to the kitchen door!
Oh, and today I finally cleaned my house after I stopped by my favorite Fayette Seed and bought corn and bean seed.
The other thing I've finally had time to do is go back to working on Tonic. Last Friday I interviewed James McMurtry. I was expecting a tough time - he's notorious for not saying much and it's not like I have years of experience with pulling the best out of rocks like that. As luck would have it, though, not only did he talk quite a bit to me, but he cracked a few jokes and was genuinely kind...in a detached "I've done this so many times I'm just going through the motions" kind but kind none the less. If I didn't know where he was coming from I might think otherwise.
Anyway, it was a big deal for me to talk to him because his first record (yes, I still call them records the way God intended!) was a long time favorite of mine. I think I got an advanced copy or something - my manager at the time had some gig going on in the Mellencamp...camp...so, that's how I found out about James. I hardly took it out of my CD player. Somebody finally stole it - that someone shall remain nameless - I know who it was. I never had the heart to replace it until last week and man, it's like finding an old friend. Tons of great memories came flooding back and what a breath of fresh air that was! Turns out James is only a few years older than me so, it really was like finding an old friend. And it was nice to hear how much he's matured over the past 19 years even though Wasteland is as good today as it was then. Wish I could say the same for me :-D
I bought my house one year ago last Monday and I've hardly had time to touch anything outside. It showed. We've had a stretch of great weather and my dad was sweet enough to trade his truck for my sports car. I've hauled three loads of brush, four load of rock and stepping stones, transplanted god knows how many bushes and plants that were scattered willy nilly all over the yard, bought and used a pick ax on some pretty tenacious honeysuckle stumps (still working on those), tilled and planted a garden...ok, a friend with a tiller actually tilled it but I did the rest..let's see, what else? I'm the recipient of a ton of creeping phlox and a lilac bush that I'll pick up Thursday from a very generous friend, yesterday I planted a Japanese maple, tomorrow I'll plant four azalea bushes....and then it's time to invest in some herbs for the tiny herb garden I'm putting next to the kitchen door!
Oh, and today I finally cleaned my house after I stopped by my favorite Fayette Seed and bought corn and bean seed.
The other thing I've finally had time to do is go back to working on Tonic. Last Friday I interviewed James McMurtry. I was expecting a tough time - he's notorious for not saying much and it's not like I have years of experience with pulling the best out of rocks like that. As luck would have it, though, not only did he talk quite a bit to me, but he cracked a few jokes and was genuinely kind...in a detached "I've done this so many times I'm just going through the motions" kind but kind none the less. If I didn't know where he was coming from I might think otherwise.
Anyway, it was a big deal for me to talk to him because his first record (yes, I still call them records the way God intended!) was a long time favorite of mine. I think I got an advanced copy or something - my manager at the time had some gig going on in the Mellencamp...camp...so, that's how I found out about James. I hardly took it out of my CD player. Somebody finally stole it - that someone shall remain nameless - I know who it was. I never had the heart to replace it until last week and man, it's like finding an old friend. Tons of great memories came flooding back and what a breath of fresh air that was! Turns out James is only a few years older than me so, it really was like finding an old friend. And it was nice to hear how much he's matured over the past 19 years even though Wasteland is as good today as it was then. Wish I could say the same for me :-D
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