this clip is so very, very ornery, but oh so very funny!
Big Boo Cast: Episode 380
1 month ago
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
i wish i had one that wasn't held together by masking tape
referring again to my camera. because these flowers are just so darn gorgeous. (clicking on the photo and viewing large is pretty cool, however.)
oh, and while i'm posting, i want to show you this photo:
this is a planter that contained petunias last summer. i didn't bother to pull them out of the pots in november, and now they have reseeded themselves and are growing! i've never had that happen with annuals before. have any of you?
oh, and while i'm posting, i want to show you this photo:
this is a planter that contained petunias last summer. i didn't bother to pull them out of the pots in november, and now they have reseeded themselves and are growing! i've never had that happen with annuals before. have any of you?
livin' with deepak chopra
i don't consider myself a pessimist...but lately, by comparison to my husband, i certainly sound like one.
the 17-year locusts, or periodical cicadas, are in town...or rather, i should say, in the woods. and they are annoying as H - E - DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS. i know what you city folk are thinking: they can't be that bad. oh yeah...they be that bad.
do you remember when the grinch (you know, the one who stole christmas) griped: One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise! good grief. dude hit that one on the head. seriously guys. i am not exaggerating...it sounds like a spaceship is landing behind our house. a LOUD spaceship. we sometimes have the radio on by the pool while swimming ~ we can't hear it over the cicadas (yeah, we have the volume turned all the way up). supposedly, the cicada chorus is known as the "song of summer". not.
while mowing the grass today, three separate locusts flew into my hair. these suckers are big. and UGLY. and after doing some research, i've yet to discover what purpose they serve in life.
the 17-year locusts, or periodical cicadas, are in town...or rather, i should say, in the woods. and they are annoying as H - E - DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS. i know what you city folk are thinking: they can't be that bad. oh yeah...they be that bad.
do you remember when the grinch (you know, the one who stole christmas) griped: One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise! good grief. dude hit that one on the head. seriously guys. i am not exaggerating...it sounds like a spaceship is landing behind our house. a LOUD spaceship. we sometimes have the radio on by the pool while swimming ~ we can't hear it over the cicadas (yeah, we have the volume turned all the way up). supposedly, the cicada chorus is known as the "song of summer". not.
while mowing the grass today, three separate locusts flew into my hair. these suckers are big. and UGLY. and after doing some research, i've yet to discover what purpose they serve in life.
i'm not going to bore you with details on the life cycle of the cicada ~ you can click on one of my links and do that yourself. but i will tell you that they are aptly named; their eggs have been burrowing and maturing underground for 17 years. a fact, my husband thinks is absolutely magical. leo's become uber-spiritual over the past year or so, which don't get me wrong, is a magnificent thing. but he's so darn optimistic all the time. while i was bemoaning the cicadas, leo described how fantastically miraculous the entire experience is, and how god is in the details, and isn't it amazing, "we'll be 58 years old the next time they come back."
nope. i ain't buying it.
ick.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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