I’ve Got Plenty of Moss for That

Apr 042012
 

Every year we seem to lose more and more of our grassy lawn to moss.  It’s almost like we have some sort of rainforest-type atmosphere sitting over our little homestead.

The sandy soil seems to take over any area that was previously covered with grass, and then the shade from the trees form a carpet of moss so that there is a beautiful illusion of a well manicured lawn.  From a distance.

While I was perusing Facebook earlier today, I came upon a photo that a friend shared from a page called Old Moss Woman’s Secret Garden.

I think this is a pretty spiffy idea!  We have plenty of moss and Creeping Charlie to cover most of it, and I guess could fill in empty spaces with pine cones and fallen pine branches.  Maybe I could transplant some of my Vinca next to it for some flowery accent.

Whaddya think?

 

Public Service Announcement: Voting Attire

Apr 032012
 

It’s voting day here in Wisconsin.  The day on which we, as citizens of our great nation and state, get to go to the polling stations and waste our time voice our opinions on who we want to rob us blind represent us on the ballot in November.

And is the norm for Rick & I, we go together.  This is something that we have done for over 20 years.  Hand-in-hand, we walk through those doors to place miniscule “x’s” in tiny little boxes that may or may not count depending on how well the polling personnel are at seeing.  And by the looks of it at our polling station today, the metamucil crowd that they lined up for volunteers did’t leave me with great hope.

But I did learn 2 things today when we voted:

1.  They did not ask for ID because that is still going through the courts.  Personally, I think the ID requirement is bullshit.  What, for heaven’s sake, is this trying to prevent?  Illegal immigrants will put Juan Valdez on the ballot?  Terrorists will plot to invade the US with fake ID’s, resurrect Saddam Hussein and elect him as the next President?  Anybody who has enough time and idiocy can create a fake ID if they want to.  They used to do it all the time when I was young just to get in the bars.  It’s got to be even easier now with computer technology!

2.  There is a dress code for voting.  I shit you not.  When Rick walked out of the polling booth, the 146-year-old polling volunteer who had taken our information and had us sign our names was waiting for him.  In her stern schoolmarm voice, she told him that in the future when he came to vote, to not wear the T-shirt he had on.

Do you see anything wrong with this?  It doesn’t say “Terrorists are People Too“, or “My Pitbull Eats Kittens for Lunch“.  Who is going to be offended by this?  And there was no one else in there besides the donut eating poll nazi’s that saw it.

Being the polite person Rick is, he smiled and lightly laughed an “OK” to the lovely lady and we departed the building.

But when I got home, I got to thinking more about the experience and wondered if it was really the shirt that was the problem or the button he had pinned to it.

I mean, this could really scare the bejeezus out of some people.

 

 

Kitties On Potatoes Are Tougher Than Mack Trucks

Mar 302012
 

The old saying goes:  “March comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb.”

Bullshit!

This March came in like a furry rabbit and left like a Mack truck.  It kicked my butt from here to the netherworld and back all month long.  It’s been a hundred years since I’ve had a month that has left my body as wrecked as this one has.

Tooth infection, tooth extraction, flu and bronchitis.  The “Kick Me In The Ass Quartet.”  Don’t invite these guys to your next party, they’ll never leave.

So as I’m felling all “poor me” and trying to muster the effort to ingest anything food-like that a) I can keep down; and b) will help me gain back the weight I lost, my eldest posts something on her husband’s Facebook wall that just made me smile.

Yep, she knows just how to go for the jugular.  Cute little furbabies are my Kryptonite.  How can I possibly stay in a fowl mood when I’ve got this staring back at me?  Way to go kid!

Oh, the “In like a lion, out like a lamb” reference was supposed to be about the weather?  Hmph,  I don’t really remember what the weather was like because I was too damn sick to notice.

Maybe April will bring me more kitties and potatoes.

 

The Cherry On Top

Mar 292012
 

I felt like I had been hit by a truck, drug 6 miles over rocky terrain, and then stampeded by a heard of wild bison.  My body ached so bad that all I wanted to do was curl up in my comfy bed and never leave.

That was Tuesday.

What had started on Monday as a slight burning sensation in my throat and a severe case of nausea, had escalated into chills and muscle aches that took over my body to the point that my brain couldn’t even function.  And if that wasn’t good enough,  my chest felt like it had an elephant sitting on it and I was coughing up gross yellow gunk.  I slowly came to the realization that I was sick.

But I don’t get sick!  I have the immune system of a rock!  Sure, my grandkids visited this past weekend and Kayla was coughing, but that’s never has an effect on me in the past.  And then I had a thought:   I had gone through 2 cycles of antibiotics over the last month for infections and my body hadn’t had time to catch up on it’s own super germ fighting skills yet.

So after much prodding from people that have to deal with me on a day-to-day basis, I hauled my butt to the Doctor.  The verdict:  I had the flu. And if that wasn’t enough, the Doctor added Bronchitis as the cherry on top.

Yippee!  Notsomuch.  You know, I think I could probably handle this a little better if it wasn’t for the nausea.  Even the smell of food makes me want to toss my cookies (if I had some to toss).

So for the next couple of days I’m confined to the homestead, dining on the select choices of the BRAT diet and trying to survive the boredom of weekday TV.  Applesauce and the bitch squad of The View aren’t exactly my idea of quality entertainment.

 

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