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Apr. 12th, 2009 06:25 pm( Thus far )
My second round of seeds is going much better than my first. The morning glories, which really, even I can't mess up, are shooting up like crazy. The onions are doing rather well, and whatever I planted instead of the valentine mix is also doing really well thus far. Ditto to the wildflower mix. I should go and water Widget's side of the garden and clean up the mess he made last week. We'll see how well I manage to accomplish that. Should also attempt to break up the weeds running rampant in the rose garden. All of this would be much more likely if I weren't so freakin' hungry. Also, a run to Lowes is probably in order.
I need to finish Supernatural S3 and find the start of S4 in case Cass comes over. I should also call her.
There are Easter pictures. Nothing super fantastic that I'm aware of, but I should also clear out that memory card soon. Sort of met the boy's new... girl type person. I'm not sure if they're serious or anything because I try not to know these things. I will say she's not his type. Which isn't a bad thing. His type tends to be psychotic blonds with Issues. His lesser type is the Full Blown Sociopathic Brunette. The blonds tend to be awfully skinny [skinnier with each one, really] and the brunettes tend to fluctuate. It's sad that I know this, but hey. None of them, that I know of, have giant tattoos. Well. Until this one. But she let the dog out, by accident, didn't say anything, but did return the dog. So, yeah, that was nice. Kudos.
Now that we've established the boy has his type 1 and his type 2 [usually in that order as well. You take a brunette to get over a blond, and two blonds to get over a brunette if she wasn't the rebound] we shall ponder if I have one. ...I don't think I do. Other than also big on the not quite right in the head types. And the last two semi-serious types were both short. But that was less me adoring the vertically challenged and more them liking me. Cuz I don't care who you are, there is a moment of "...ohgoodlord" when you're standing there and his head is eyelevel with the boobs. Now, to be fair, I'm fairly certain I had my platform sandals on. But they were only a couple of inches high, so this incident, had my shoes not died the following year, could totally have happened over and over. And would have been weird each time.
My second round of seeds is going much better than my first. The morning glories, which really, even I can't mess up, are shooting up like crazy. The onions are doing rather well, and whatever I planted instead of the valentine mix is also doing really well thus far. Ditto to the wildflower mix. I should go and water Widget's side of the garden and clean up the mess he made last week. We'll see how well I manage to accomplish that. Should also attempt to break up the weeds running rampant in the rose garden. All of this would be much more likely if I weren't so freakin' hungry. Also, a run to Lowes is probably in order.
I need to finish Supernatural S3 and find the start of S4 in case Cass comes over. I should also call her.
There are Easter pictures. Nothing super fantastic that I'm aware of, but I should also clear out that memory card soon. Sort of met the boy's new... girl type person. I'm not sure if they're serious or anything because I try not to know these things. I will say she's not his type. Which isn't a bad thing. His type tends to be psychotic blonds with Issues. His lesser type is the Full Blown Sociopathic Brunette. The blonds tend to be awfully skinny [skinnier with each one, really] and the brunettes tend to fluctuate. It's sad that I know this, but hey. None of them, that I know of, have giant tattoos. Well. Until this one. But she let the dog out, by accident, didn't say anything, but did return the dog. So, yeah, that was nice. Kudos.
Now that we've established the boy has his type 1 and his type 2 [usually in that order as well. You take a brunette to get over a blond, and two blonds to get over a brunette if she wasn't the rebound] we shall ponder if I have one. ...I don't think I do. Other than also big on the not quite right in the head types. And the last two semi-serious types were both short. But that was less me adoring the vertically challenged and more them liking me. Cuz I don't care who you are, there is a moment of "...ohgoodlord" when you're standing there and his head is eyelevel with the boobs. Now, to be fair, I'm fairly certain I had my platform sandals on. But they were only a couple of inches high, so this incident, had my shoes not died the following year, could totally have happened over and over. And would have been weird each time.