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Monthly Archives: March 2011
It’s a tie. It would also seem we are friends with a bunch of wiseacres. Interestingly enough, just as soon as one would pull ahead someone would vote for the other. LMAO
What can I say about today? The wintry mix forecast that I thought was gone is back on. It’s looking like we will be getting snow showers Friday morning…sooooo…no planting happened today.
Read Ted’s comment on yesterday’s blog post. You’ll get more of Ted vs. the Ceiling and more of Rufus vs. the Pizza. He asked for Zorro Rufus so here you go.
Yah. There’s a happy dog. Rest assured, we never did that to him again. If I recall, the second he got outside it was Rufus vs. the Halloween Costume and we never found the mask.
Next…check us out for a new poll tomorrow. It promises to bean a good one. And, maybe our garden blog can actually get back to gardening.
Since it was once again too cold to garden, Ted took the hint and attacked the ceiling in the upstairs hallway. LMAO
This ceiling has been a royal pain in the ass. Paint was peeling everywhere because of the really crappy patch job the previous owners of the house did on it. He’s sanded, spackled, sanded some more and couldn’t get the ceiling even. So, he has an idea. When he worked on his sister’s house, she had that popcorn ceiling that for some ungodly reason was popular back in the 80s. All he had to do was wet down the ceiling and scrape the popcorn off to get a nice even ceiling. His plan was to do that in this case. Ummm, did the can explode? The eldest spawn said, “Maybe she won’t notice.” Won’t notice? LOL. Even Rufus Dragon knows better than that.
Every now and then, FedEx delivers a package to my house that is really for a neighbor who lives on a street with a similar name. Instead of calling FedEx, I just deliver the package myself to the neighbor. One day, I was leaving to pick up the youngest spawn from preschool and there was a package on my doorstep. Since I was running late, I just pulled the box inside and left it under the table in the front hall until later. When I got home and opened the front door, Rufus took off out the front door like a rocket. What the hell? He’s usually jumping all over you for attention when you get home. Even if you’re gone for 5 minutes. He’s shameless that way. I walked in and immediately see a trail all the way through the house to the Kitchen in the back of the house of shredded box, packing peanuts, ripped open plastic wrap and…parmesan cheese? That dog had torn into the better part of a 5 lb. block of parmesan cheese. Block? Too be honest, it could’ve started out as a wheel but now looked like a whittled down Rock of Gibralter. Rufus vs. the Parmesan Cheese. I should’ve gotten a picture. Who mails parmesan cheese? Who needs a delivery of 5 pounds of it?
Next…It looks like they took the words “wintry mix” out of the forecast, so maybe we’ll actually have some planting going on tomorrow. Ted can leave the hall mess until later this week when we’re supposed to have 3 days of never ending rain. (hint, hint)
I wish the weather had been better for the birthday boy, and even though it reached a balmy 44 with the wind it was freaking freezing. At least we didn’t get the forecasted snow showers this morning. Ted seemed a bit down in the dumps about it, so we took what is becoming our weekly field trip to the Home Depot. It’s a shame they don’t serve beer and have a pub like our favorite grocery store, Wegmans.
Wegmans is awesome. We have a Wegmans Growler that we call Junior. We go every week to get our growler on and grocery shop. It makes dealing with those shoppers that must really believe they are the ONLY people shopping that day more tolerable. You know the ones. They park their cart in the middle of the aisle and then stand next to it perusing their choices of canned fruit cocktail. They tear out of an aisle without stopping to make sure someone who can’t see them isn’t coming. They let their spawn run amok with the junior carts. But, I digress…
At the HD, we got some more material for trellises. We need two more. And, we got some stuff so Ted can paint the hallway ceiling this week (hint, hint).
Anyway, Happy Bday Ted! The fab supper of blackened scallops and mango/pineapple salsa that you made was amazing. (Hey, I’m not the retired chef!)
Next…I promised you berries. We want to try branch out with fruit. Does anyone have any suggestions about the best two species of blueberries to cross-pollinate? And what’s your favorite fig? There are like 500 varieties. Who knew?
Ted is a smoker. Smoking these days is an expensive habit. Long gone are the days of the 89 cent pack of smokes. For now, in an attempt to cut back he’s gone from cigs to loose tobacco and a pipe. He is smoking less, and discovering his inner Arthur Miller. This prompted the idea of growing our own tobacco. Our pal Bo once told me that “in the South, tobacco is a vegetable.” I honestly didn’t think it could be grown up here in Yankee land, but I was wrong…which doesn’t happen often.
What the hell does this have to do with Intercourse? When Googling this, the site I came across had a lovely picture of tobacco plants being grown on a farm in Intercourse. Yes, there is a town named Intercourse. And, it’s in Pennsylvania. As a matter of fact, I took Ted to Intercourse this Summer. He enjoyed it. There’s also a town named Blue Ball. He didn’t like that so much.
Now, I come to find out that not only can we grow tobacco but it flowers! My friend Tink clued me into that. Here is proof on her blog My Mobile Adventures…http://mymobileadventures.com/2009/05/tobacco-who-knew
So, I think we are going to try it. Probably not this year though, so I guess this blog post is a cliffhanger.
Next, to plant or not to plant? That is the question. And, berries?
For a second year, he has taken up residence in the burrow he built underneath the Forsythia at the back of the yard. Right next to one of our gardens. He made an appearance yesterday, and Rufus Dragon alerted us to the situation.
I used to think he was cute whenever I pulled up, and he was sitting under the apple tree nibbling on fallen fruit. Then I read about how groundhogs are nothing more than very destructive rodents.
No worries. We have a plan for him and all the other woodland creatures that ramble through (this means you too Bambi & Thumper). We’ve told the eldest spawn to feel free to take some time for target practice with his paintball gun. If you see a critter with a big green or blue dot smack dab in the middle of their forehead, then you know.
What? Is that wrong?
Actually, I’m hoping that between Twinkletoes and the fencing the critters will be deterred so don’t get anyone with PETA’s panties in a wad. No animals have been harmed during the writing of this blog.
Next…transplanting tomatoes. And a high of 43 on Saturday? Didn’t you say it was going to be an early Spring Phil? Maybe you should’ve stayed in Punxatawny.
Yep, this is tonight’s forecast folks. Ted wanted to be bummed, but then he got really excited to discover that the good ol’ Almanac was right again. He loves that thing. He’s taken to rolling it up and carrying around in his back pocket. If he didn’t, I’m pretty sure it would be in his “library” alongside of the stack of back National G’s and Garden & Gun’s he found.
Unfortunately, this means we delayed putting anything in the ground. However, we will be on it this weekend. There is a bunch of stuff we can plant now according to our Bible.
Also, there is a new Death Match poll. Peas vs. Carrots. Yeah, Yeah, they are supposed to get along famously. But, what if they had a little disagreement. Maybe the peas caught the carrots stepping out with the much more exciting lima beans? It could happen.