I'm going to attempt to not comment on the weather, since we all know that it is hotter than satan's taint out there. 115 heat index here today.
What I will comment on is - despite the evidence right SMACK in front of their noses (aka, the burning hot steering wheel, all vegetation burnt, food prices soaring) people are still not standing up for our Earth. If I hear one more person deny global warming while sweat drips down the front of them I may have to re examine my "harm none" policy. The Mister and I were discussing this last night and he said despite recycling containers being placed around his work, some people don't use them "on principle".
"On what FUCKING principle would that be, other than being an assmonkey?"
"Calm down. *I* use them. I'm just saying that some people don't, to make a point."
"To make the point that their mothers should have drown them at birth? I'm not getting this."
"You know how people are, they think if they vote Republican then they should be against all that, Obama, etc."
"Do you shoot them? Or maybe just Taser them. One way or another, these people need the stupid knocked out of them."
"Yes, I shoot them. For not recycling."
"Well it would certainly start working on overpopulation"
It's true, we solve many a world problem in our little house.
Our little house. I'm trying to do grand things there. I need to work on the interior, to get it all Mama-fabulous, so when I'm holed up in there during the winter dreaming about my garden, I can at least do it in a pretty place.
Mooch will be back from vacation tomorrow and while I have missed her terribly, as has Butterbean and Daddy, the feeling is not mutual. She could barely be convinced to come to the phone to talk to us, what with being on the boat within 5 ft of dolphins, swimming at the beach, and running my parents around like crazy. (SUCKAAAAHHHSSSS!!!)
And ... she is coming back to ... drum roll please ....
a completely re-vamped room!
OK, maybe not completely re-vamped - but I did paint one wall purple, her favorite color, and my artistically talented friend is coming over tonight to add a little flair to it. I also got a gauzy canopy for her bed, and painted the little chair to match her vanity, and did some other cute stuff. Pics to come soon.
When I envision the rest of the house, I see this -
Sigh. One day. Until then I'm re-working rooms one by one, trying to breathe a little more life into them.
The Mister has developed some sort of allergy to eggs, we think. He has gotten violently ill the last 2 times he has had them, with me and the kids having the same eggs and feeling fine. Have you ever heard of someone developing a food allergy at 40? He has a doctors appointment next week to be referred to a gastroentorologist.
Oh, and these little bastards have found my squash
The lovely squash bug. I picked a zucchini the other day and it was covered with baby squash bugs, which made me shudder and squeal and throw the poor zucchini violently to the ground. Which of course made no sense and probably let the little buggers crawl over to the next squash and keep going. I'm not good at being surprised like that. *tangent time*
I had bought a bag of mulch at Home Despot and thrown it on the lawn next to the tree I was planning to mulch around until I got the kids to bed. Got the kids down to nap, and came out to start working. Picked up the bag of mulch and something fell off the back - a BABY BLACK SNAKE. It was dead, it's little head crushed - so I must have thrown the bag right on it. Ooops. I personally am terrified of snakes but I would never intentionally hurt one.
I took a shovel and flicked the snake into the street - then realized, if this was a baby, then potentially mama snake was somewhere nearby. But I had to mulch around that damn tree. I did the only logical thing you can do - I took a rake and poked it all around the base of the tree to make sure there were no more, then very tentatively started spreading the mulch and weeding, all the while ready to bolt if I saw any slithery things. I was just about to reach for a weed when something moved, which later turned out to be one of my daylily leaves - and at the same time someone down the street slammed a car door. I screamed and ran off my own lawn, into the street. SEE??? No sense.
In my defense, this post was labeled appropriately.