Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Mulch
I'm really not crazy about yard work. My mother, who is not happy unless she has dirt under her nails, drives me insane about it. But, she would be proud of me today. I did a little bit of weeding, fertilized the roses and peonies, and put out 3 enormous bags of mulch that have been sitting in my garage since October. I meant to put down some top soil and lawn patch stuff (that have also been sitting in my garage since October) but I have run out of energy completely. Maybe I'll do it later when H is grilling dinner.
My idea of landscaping is putting in ornamental plants that require little or no maintenance. Mom's idea of landscaping is letting her yard look like the Secret Garden. I really hate that. I am much more particular about what goes in and what doesn't. We had only been in the house for about a month when she sent me a stick in a FedEx tube... it was a clipping from one of her willows. It's over 6' tall now, and is doing quite well. But, she can't understand why my yard isn't packed to overflowing with stuff. No. Never going to happen.
Besides, my joints always ache so badly and I don't tolerate any temperature over about 70 degrees. Love that Crohn's. That's really all the excuse I need to work in the yard for no more than 15 minutes at a time.
My idea of landscaping is putting in ornamental plants that require little or no maintenance. Mom's idea of landscaping is letting her yard look like the Secret Garden. I really hate that. I am much more particular about what goes in and what doesn't. We had only been in the house for about a month when she sent me a stick in a FedEx tube... it was a clipping from one of her willows. It's over 6' tall now, and is doing quite well. But, she can't understand why my yard isn't packed to overflowing with stuff. No. Never going to happen.
Besides, my joints always ache so badly and I don't tolerate any temperature over about 70 degrees. Love that Crohn's. That's really all the excuse I need to work in the yard for no more than 15 minutes at a time.
Monday, April 28, 2008
On Miley Cyrus
I am addicted to gossip columns. There, I've said it. I don't function well unless I've skimmed the better blogs every morning to see what horrendously stupid things people with little brains and dubious celebrity have done.
I'm already over the Miley Cyrus thing. I've never been a fan. The show is horrendous, and I have little patience for parents that propel their kids into situations that bring a lot of public scrutiny. Even worse are the parents that weasel their talentless, washed-up butts into their kids' limelight. Yes, Achy Breaky Mullet Head, I'm talking about you. The aforementioned Mr. Mullet Head and his brood make their Tennessee home approximately 10 miles north of the small town in which I live. Mr. Mullet Head has also appeared regularly at a local chain restaurant on Family Night with a stack of pics of Miley that he autographs. No Miley in sight, of course. Every kid in the area worships her. I don't get it, but I'm way past 11 years old.
I don't think that the pictures are that bad. Annie Liebovitz, after all, is an amazing photographer. But, did Miley consent to it? Did she know what she was getting in to? Is she apologizing to her fans because she was told to, or because she is really embarrassed? There certainly isn't anything racier than you would see in a bathing suit in those pics, but the insinuation is certainly there. I really feel terrible for the poor kid. We don't need another Jamie Lynn Spears.
I'm already over the Miley Cyrus thing. I've never been a fan. The show is horrendous, and I have little patience for parents that propel their kids into situations that bring a lot of public scrutiny. Even worse are the parents that weasel their talentless, washed-up butts into their kids' limelight. Yes, Achy Breaky Mullet Head, I'm talking about you. The aforementioned Mr. Mullet Head and his brood make their Tennessee home approximately 10 miles north of the small town in which I live. Mr. Mullet Head has also appeared regularly at a local chain restaurant on Family Night with a stack of pics of Miley that he autographs. No Miley in sight, of course. Every kid in the area worships her. I don't get it, but I'm way past 11 years old.
I don't think that the pictures are that bad. Annie Liebovitz, after all, is an amazing photographer. But, did Miley consent to it? Did she know what she was getting in to? Is she apologizing to her fans because she was told to, or because she is really embarrassed? There certainly isn't anything racier than you would see in a bathing suit in those pics, but the insinuation is certainly there. I really feel terrible for the poor kid. We don't need another Jamie Lynn Spears.
Drunk shopping
So, I wasn't drunk in the truest sense. It was 2:30 in the morning, I couldn't sleep for the life of me, and I had made myself a whiskey sour. I wasn't intoxicated, just exhausted. That didn't stop me from going on line to look for expensive shoes.
Half the time, I don't wear shoes. And, when I do, they are usually Skecher mary janes or penny loafers or running shoes. Why in the hell would I consider buying a pair of Stuart Weitzman gray flannel flats that would match exactly one pair of pants in my closet? I like to work at home so that I don't even have to get dressed, much less wear horrifyingly expensive shoes. To add insult to injury, they're already out of style because they are gray flannel.
Money has been tight. I lost my job mid-November of last year (thanks a lot, heartless people, for letting me go right before the holidays) and didn't start a new full-time job until April 1. H (for Husband) and I are just now able to go to the grocery store without quibbling over which cereal he wants and which one has coupons. They are never one and the same, you know. It still would have been completely moronic to spend $200 on a pair of shoes that I would certainly never wear. Or wear once because they pinched my feet. Common sense prevailed and I didn't do it.
Moral of the story: stay off the internets if sleep is impossible. It's much more amusing to watch old, heavily edited episodes of Queer as Folk on Logo. Emmett would have bought the shoes.
Half the time, I don't wear shoes. And, when I do, they are usually Skecher mary janes or penny loafers or running shoes. Why in the hell would I consider buying a pair of Stuart Weitzman gray flannel flats that would match exactly one pair of pants in my closet? I like to work at home so that I don't even have to get dressed, much less wear horrifyingly expensive shoes. To add insult to injury, they're already out of style because they are gray flannel.
Money has been tight. I lost my job mid-November of last year (thanks a lot, heartless people, for letting me go right before the holidays) and didn't start a new full-time job until April 1. H (for Husband) and I are just now able to go to the grocery store without quibbling over which cereal he wants and which one has coupons. They are never one and the same, you know. It still would have been completely moronic to spend $200 on a pair of shoes that I would certainly never wear. Or wear once because they pinched my feet. Common sense prevailed and I didn't do it.
Moral of the story: stay off the internets if sleep is impossible. It's much more amusing to watch old, heavily edited episodes of Queer as Folk on Logo. Emmett would have bought the shoes.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Ow.
I can handle most things about the Crohn's Disease... explosive diarrhea, fistulas that won't heal, nausea, the mortification of having to use public bathrooms, whatever. Bring it all on! But, the constant joint pain is getting to me more than a little. My GI has offered to send me to a rheumatologist, but I know that they will tell me to get exercise and lose weight. Oh, I'll get right on that.
A new rec center just opened down the street, and they offer aqua aerobics classes for a mere $3 per lesson. I need to check it out, if I can drag my butt out of bed, find a bathing suit that fits, and steel myself for mommies talking about mommy things.
In the mean time, the project of the day is to clean out the liquor cabinet. It doesn't just hold liquor, mind you, but all kinds of scary jars and paper plates and things that I kept because I thought that I would throw more parties than I actually do. The problem with this cabinet is that I will have to sit on the hardwood floor to access it. Bring on the vicodin! Perhaps I'll have to sample the alcohol as I dig it out.
A new rec center just opened down the street, and they offer aqua aerobics classes for a mere $3 per lesson. I need to check it out, if I can drag my butt out of bed, find a bathing suit that fits, and steel myself for mommies talking about mommy things.
In the mean time, the project of the day is to clean out the liquor cabinet. It doesn't just hold liquor, mind you, but all kinds of scary jars and paper plates and things that I kept because I thought that I would throw more parties than I actually do. The problem with this cabinet is that I will have to sit on the hardwood floor to access it. Bring on the vicodin! Perhaps I'll have to sample the alcohol as I dig it out.
Friday, April 25, 2008
What's up with the Gator thing?
During an excellent scene in The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Vivi tells Sidda not to venture too far out in the lake because the gators are out there and her friends won't be able to reach her. Kind of an awful thing to say to a 10-year-old, but it did get the point across neatly.
T (my best friend) and I joke about gators whenever we get depressed. She's not as afflicted by them as I am, but they are always lurking out in the lake. We always keep a sharp stick ready so that we can defend each other by poking one in the eye, but medication tends to help better.
T (my best friend) and I joke about gators whenever we get depressed. She's not as afflicted by them as I am, but they are always lurking out in the lake. We always keep a sharp stick ready so that we can defend each other by poking one in the eye, but medication tends to help better.
To gaze or not to gaze?
Yes, I know that it's the "cool" and "trendy" thing to blog. Lord knows, I spend enough time every day reading various blogs. So why not give it a shot? I can, at times, string words together eloquently. And, there are a great many things that amuse me greatly. So, let's go.
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