ACK! Your laundry isn’t hung properly! What’s that pair of pants doing in with all the t-shirts??? And what’s that red thing in with the t-shirts?? Is it a t-shirt? And is it rightside-up in with all the upside-down ones?? Real country wimmin know you don’t mix your clothes!!!
On the contrary, my friend. That whole separating-laundry stuff is a line of bullshit perpetrated upon the American woman in an attempt to KEEP HER DOWN. I haven’t separated whites and colors (or shirts from pants? Huh?) in years and years, and my clothes haven’t suffered in the slightest. My whites are as gleaming white as they need to be (which is to say, not that gleaming, since the only white laundry items that exist here at Crooked Acres are Fred’s underwear). Though I was told that all my clothes were going to end up an ugly gray if I kept washing them willy-nilly without separating them out, that hasn’t happened yet.
That red thing is my Big Dog nightgown, and it’s hung by the shoulders ’cause I don’t care whether there are clothespin indentions in the shoulders of my nightgown, but clothespin indentions in the shoulders of my t-shirts annoys me, so I hang the t-shirts by the hems.
(However, if you wear clothes that cost more than $15 per outfit, I can certainly understand you wanting to separate your whites and dark/ light colored items. To each her own, I say.)
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this comment comes from a city folk but aren’t there non-chemical sprays you can use to kill weeds around growing food items?
I… do not know. Fred found some stuff at L0we’s that you put on the garden before you plant – which we’ll be using next year, for sure. As far as something we could spray on the garden now, I’m not aware of anything.
But it’s a moot point since the weeds are juuuuust about under control. HA HA HA!
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Question for you or your readers: I’m in Southern California — is it too late in the season to plant tomatoes now?
Anyone who wants to, chime in in the comments, but I’m going to guess that it’s probably not too late just yet. It’s never too late for tomatoes! Of course, I have no expertise behind my statement, so keep that in mind.
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About a month ago you had an entry about the Diva Cup. I looked into them and ended up buying The Moon Cup. I have to say I LOVE IT!!! It has changed my life! (One week out of the month) Did you ever buy one and, if so, do you like it?
Because I am a procrastinating slacker, I have not purchased a Diva Cup yet. I’ve written myself a note to do so, and it’s on track to be lost among the other papers on my desk so that when my period starts later this week, I’ll curse myself for not ordering the damn thing, then run to my computer, look up the web page, get distracted by something else, and forget about it entirely for another month.
That’s the plan, anyway. I’m sure I’ll get the damn thing ordered in the next, oh, six months or so!
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Do you think the master bedroom is actually finished? It looks to me like they’re going to paint the bottom half another color. It’s totally heinous, either way.
I’m pretty sure that, except for putting up a chair rail, the master bedroom was done. The bottom color was different than the color it was painted when we sold the house, so I’m guessing it was intentional. Different strokes for different folks, I guess – I think I’d have a hard time sleeping in that room, though.
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You had pics up of your other house, will there be some of this one?
There absolutely will! At this point, I have “before” and “after” pictures taken of this house, it’s just a matter of putting them together and posting them, something I haven’t had a chance to do. In the future, once I’ve gotten all the pictures hung up (still haven’t done that yet – ugh!) and the house arranged the way it’ll be, I’ll do a complete “tour” of the house.
It’ll happen, I promise!
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Thanks for linking the graduation pictures. What does the medal on the red ribbon signify?
It just has the school’s name on it, and all the graduating Seniors got one, so I guess it’s a souvenir.
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Couldn’t we get a picture with Fred in there too?
In his old age, Fred has decided he’s camera-shy, because he’s a bastard.
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But why I’m REALLY commenting – did I miss something? Is that an engagement ring on her [the spud’s] finger?
It is NOT an engagement ring, it’s just a ring. Don’t be trying to get my child ENGAGED at the age of 18, because I will not have it. Will not! She’s single and unengaged and happy to remain that way for the time being, thank you.
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*cries* The Spud got to wear purple! My highschool’s colors were purple and gold and the girls had to wear these CHEDDAR CHEESE yellow robes that were no WHERE near gold.
Actually, she’s wearing navy blue. I guess it looks kinda purplish in the pictures, though – I have no complaints about the color of their robes, I thought they were quite pretty. I myself wore a black robe when I graduated from high school, I think. Borrrrring.
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I’m NO FAN of Paris Hilton, and I usually like Sarah Silverman, but wow – talk about needlessly cruel:
(Not safe for work viewing.)
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So yesterday, what did I do? I spent three hours – THREE HOURS – weeding the garden, the row of green beans, to be exact. It wasn’t three hours all in a row though, thank god. I weeded for an hour, then took a break to accompany Fred to L0we’s, ate breakfast, goofed off for a little while, then went back out for another two hours. I’ll tell you what – bending over for three hours in one morning works the HELL out of your hamstrings (and don’t tell me to get one of those padded things to put on the ground and kneel, because that doesn’t work for me), and in fact all the muscles on the back side of my body are hurting today.
I told Fred, by the end of the summer, I am going to have a GREAT backside, from all the bending and weeding.
(And he dutifully said “Who says you don’t already?!” Good boy.)
This morning I left the house at 6:45 to go to the pet store. It was a full house today, so I took my time getting all the cages cleaned out, and spent some extra time with each cat (especially the teeny black long-haired kitten who ran around like a little jumping bean. I love my cats, but why can’t they stay that little? Whyyyyy?). I had to kill a little more time waiting for the pet store to open, because I had a list a mile long, so I ran to Target and bought a few small things. From there I went back to the pet store, got all the stuff I needed to get (except for the cat door for the door leading into the back yard – one of the employees gave me a 15% off coupon that’s only good tomorrow and Wednesday, so I’m going to make Fred stop on his way home, which he HATES to do), went to Sam’s, went to the mall, went to the grocery store, and went to the post office.
FIVE HOURS after I left the house, I was home again and had a buttload of stuff to bring inside the house. I love the buying of stuff, but I hate the carrying of said stuff into the house, and the putting away of the stuff. I need to hire a manservant who will carry all my shit inside and put it away (in the right places) for me.
Maybe when I win the lottery.
And now I’m going to slap up some pictures and call this an entry. Woot!
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Such a pretty Tommy-Tom. Check out the pretty, pretty SoftPaws. Good thing we put SoftPaws on his claws, right? So he can’t go climbing trees or anything. Right?
BRAT.
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: Styrofoam peanuts = pure evil.
2003: It’s got to be the hormones in the air, that’s all I can guess.
2002: No entry.
2001: We call them the Naysayers.
2000: No entry.]]>
Such a pretty Tommy-Tom. Check out the pretty, pretty SoftPaws. Good thing we put SoftPaws on his claws, right? So he can’t go climbing trees or anything. Right?
BRAT.