Sunday, June 30, 2013
Evolution Of A Curse Word
Sometimes my best thoughts happen when I'm doing mindless stuff.
Not saying I can't think thoughts in a normal way.
I just find anymore that I'm on a finger snapping, "I know this...", kind of time-delay with the menopausal brain fog that happens these days now.
You know CRS disease.
Anyway, last week I had my head in the refrigerator cleaning it out and I was trying to yank one of the shelves out when the glass separated from the frame.
"Shit!" I said to no one in particular.
"What?" I hear from the other room. Evidently SM was keeping a ear out for potential disasters.
"The glass just separated from the frame!" I said pulling my hands away as I heard SM walking towards me.
He peers in to evaluate the situation.
"It's supposed to do that, see?" He says lifting out the shelf. "That way you can clean out the stuff that's in between the glass and the frame."
Sure enough there was some liquid or goop that had dried in between the cracks.
"Thanks." I told him briefly as I took it over to the sink to give it a wash, thinking that it's always amazing the stuff I don't know.
So as I'm cleaning and sorting through all the jars and the food, I started thinking about how SM responded to my unthinking exclamation of surprise.
"Shit" can mean a lot of things. Some good, some bad.
Did the tone of my "Shit" tell SM anything? Was it a "Shit" of surprise? A "Shit" of pain? A "Shit" of discouragement?"
These are the questions in life that need answers!!!
Which then got me to thinking what if I said "Crap!" instead? Would that have implied something different?
Which then got me to thinking about curse words in general and how I use them. I don't think I'm a cussy person but I do think I cuss more than SM.
Or at least he tells me I do.
My kind of cussing is generally the "Shit! Crap! Damn! and Hell!" kind of cussing.
I save the really BAD WORDS for when I'm really in a snit.
And sometimes when I drop the F-Bomb SM really doesn't like it and calls me a "potty-mouth."
Really?
Potty-mouth? That's the best ya got?
I must admit that when he calls me a potty-mouth, I do feel about 12 years old and ashamed of myself.
Then I get over myself, shrug it off and go on about my day, waiting for the chance to curse again.
My favorite curse? Well,
I can blame Hugh Grant for that.
"Fuckity-Fuck-Fuck..."
I really should learn to say "Buggar" though.....@;)
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Whatever Happened To The Housecoat?
So this time next week SM and I will be attending the wedding of our long-time friends daughter. SM and I, being in our fifties, have found that any special events that we're invited to tend to be few and far between now. I can't remember the last wedding we went to.
Then again...Who gets married anymore?
When we were younger, we attended all the usual events that come with creating new families. Wedding and baby showers, the main event and the reception. Church events like christenings, baptisms and first communions.
Of course there are funerals to also attend. Our older relatives tell us to "Get used to it." It's all a part of getting older, I guess.
Anyhoo, since I haven't been to a special event in, like forever, I find that I now need to consider what the heck I'm going to wear to this shin-dig.
My life is a casual one. Scrubs at work, T-shirts, shorts, sweatpants and jeans at home. I can't tell you the last time I wore a dress and heels. Just doesn't happen. Even church is casual, which is fine by me.
SM tells me to relax, "It's only one day. You don't have to get all dolled up for this. We're only attending. It's not like we're in the wedding party." Easy for him to say. Guys can toss on a pair of khaki's and a nice shirt and call it a happy day.
It's different for girls.
Why do girls need to look nice?
Because we women are judged.
Yeah, yeah...The guys will check out the ladies but it's the other women we dress for isn't it?
Society says that we need to look a certain way. That's being respectful.
But we women also judge each other, don't we? Who looks nice and who looks slutty...You know...High School all over again.
Which also makes me reflect on how I might be judged as one of those women who has "let herself go."
I can see it on Oprah now. Slightly chubby, middle aged house-frau wears dumpy nondescript clothing. Sister needs a makeover! Stuff her in some Spanks, spackle and paint her up and she looks 10 years younger!
Until she gets home.
Ha! I bet all those girls who've done the makeover thing morphed back to their comfortable selves as soon as the camera was turned off.
I must admit that I barely dress up for SM anymore either. The only time he sees me with nice hair and makeup is the 30 seconds before I kiss him goodbye in the mornings when I head in to work.
Weekends? Hey, I got dirty work to do so I'm bare faced, my hair stuffed into a ponytail, old comfortable clothes on. If we have errands to run, I stuff my head under a ball cap and try to throw on a nicer T-shirt.
And it's gotten even worse with my hot flashes. I zip around the house in a sports bra and shorts. Once, I ran out my back door to toss some trash in the can and came face to face with the neighbors service guy. Ooopsie. He was a young fellow too.
I bet his eyes burned for a week.
So now I try to remember to toss a T-shirt on whenever I run out back. You never know who's looking.
Which makes me wonder something.
What ever happened to the housecoat? I remember seeing the older ladies wearing them growing up. Do you remember them? They were usually made of cotton with a floral pattern. Rather boxy in shape, with those little metal snaps. Did they wear them because it was comfy? Because they were hot and sweaty? Because they too didn't want the service guy to see them in their underwear?
That's what I need in my life. A housecoat.
Do you think I can wear one to the wedding?
Then again...Who gets married anymore?
When we were younger, we attended all the usual events that come with creating new families. Wedding and baby showers, the main event and the reception. Church events like christenings, baptisms and first communions.
Of course there are funerals to also attend. Our older relatives tell us to "Get used to it." It's all a part of getting older, I guess.
Anyhoo, since I haven't been to a special event in, like forever, I find that I now need to consider what the heck I'm going to wear to this shin-dig.
My life is a casual one. Scrubs at work, T-shirts, shorts, sweatpants and jeans at home. I can't tell you the last time I wore a dress and heels. Just doesn't happen. Even church is casual, which is fine by me.
SM tells me to relax, "It's only one day. You don't have to get all dolled up for this. We're only attending. It's not like we're in the wedding party." Easy for him to say. Guys can toss on a pair of khaki's and a nice shirt and call it a happy day.
It's different for girls.
Why do girls need to look nice?
Because we women are judged.
Yeah, yeah...The guys will check out the ladies but it's the other women we dress for isn't it?
Society says that we need to look a certain way. That's being respectful.
But we women also judge each other, don't we? Who looks nice and who looks slutty...You know...High School all over again.
Which also makes me reflect on how I might be judged as one of those women who has "let herself go."
I can see it on Oprah now. Slightly chubby, middle aged house-frau wears dumpy nondescript clothing. Sister needs a makeover! Stuff her in some Spanks, spackle and paint her up and she looks 10 years younger!
Until she gets home.
Ha! I bet all those girls who've done the makeover thing morphed back to their comfortable selves as soon as the camera was turned off.
I must admit that I barely dress up for SM anymore either. The only time he sees me with nice hair and makeup is the 30 seconds before I kiss him goodbye in the mornings when I head in to work.
Weekends? Hey, I got dirty work to do so I'm bare faced, my hair stuffed into a ponytail, old comfortable clothes on. If we have errands to run, I stuff my head under a ball cap and try to throw on a nicer T-shirt.
And it's gotten even worse with my hot flashes. I zip around the house in a sports bra and shorts. Once, I ran out my back door to toss some trash in the can and came face to face with the neighbors service guy. Ooopsie. He was a young fellow too.
I bet his eyes burned for a week.
So now I try to remember to toss a T-shirt on whenever I run out back. You never know who's looking.
Which makes me wonder something.
What ever happened to the housecoat? I remember seeing the older ladies wearing them growing up. Do you remember them? They were usually made of cotton with a floral pattern. Rather boxy in shape, with those little metal snaps. Did they wear them because it was comfy? Because they were hot and sweaty? Because they too didn't want the service guy to see them in their underwear?
That's what I need in my life. A housecoat.
Do you think I can wear one to the wedding?
Friday, June 28, 2013
Say It With Flowers
As my love of gardening grows, I found that while fruits and veggies have their own special appeal, what I was really lacking in my garden was color.
Excitement.
Sure, battling Bermuda grass and weeds and bugs and even snakes has made my heart skip a beat for sure but it wasn't until this year that I finally embraced a gardeners most poetic staple.
The flower.
Up until this year, my forays into the flower world were pretty simple. Knockout roses, petunias, pansy's...You get the picture. Stuff you buy on your way out of the market because it looks pretty and "Gee, that would look nice on my front step."
So it's not like I didn't have flowers, I just had annuals in a pot that would die and get tossed in the trash once Winter rolled around. It never occurred to me until last year that I really needed to get into perennials.
The only perennial I had in my yard were some daylilies that Deb (across the way) gave me from her garden when we first moved here. Kind of a "Hello, Welcome to the hood" kinda thing.
It was a big ole clump of dirt and brown leaves in a wheelbarrow that got tossed out back by the shed and ignored. Over the years that clump has grown right where I plopped it, pretty much neglected by yours truly until this year when SM and I resolved to mulch the back forty so we wouldn't have to mow anymore. I split up the plants and scattered them around the back yard.
So when SM and I ripped out the front yard hedges, in their place I planted perennial flowers. I added two more to the front just this week. Walmart had them at 50% off so I went ahead and snagged them. I told SM that that's how we'll build up the front yard beds. Just a little bit at a time. Whatever catches our eye.
But I also wanted a cutting garden so this year I also created a "flower garden space" in our fenced in section of the garden. Years ago, I'd planted sunflower seeds out and about in the yard and the bastard bunnies mowed them all down when they were still small.
Speaking of which, the bunnies around here are fearless. This year they came up on my front porch and chewed their way through some winter pansy's and petunia's that I was stupid enough to buy for some front porch color.
"It's not like my yard isn't full of clover!" Geez!
Freakin bunnies!
But I digress...
Anyhow, I bought a bunch of flower seeds when I placed my veg order from Baker Creek this Winter and tossed all those seeds into the dirt back in April.
And nothing much has happened until last week. Last week I FINALLY started to get some zinnias.
Then the dahlias popped.
I know I've got some other kinds of flowers in the bed. Can't remember what they are so I guess I'll be surprised when they come up but I can't tell you how excited I am to finally see these flowers.
I was so happy I cut a mason jar full of them to take into work with me!
Just you wait...I can see me plotting and planning different flower additions to this space as the years go by.
And even if the bugs chew up all my veggie's and the weeds take over the garden, I can still look a my little jar of cut flowers and know that all is right with the world.
Now I'm happy....@;>
Excitement.
Sure, battling Bermuda grass and weeds and bugs and even snakes has made my heart skip a beat for sure but it wasn't until this year that I finally embraced a gardeners most poetic staple.
The flower.
Up until this year, my forays into the flower world were pretty simple. Knockout roses, petunias, pansy's...You get the picture. Stuff you buy on your way out of the market because it looks pretty and "Gee, that would look nice on my front step."
So it's not like I didn't have flowers, I just had annuals in a pot that would die and get tossed in the trash once Winter rolled around. It never occurred to me until last year that I really needed to get into perennials.
The only perennial I had in my yard were some daylilies that Deb (across the way) gave me from her garden when we first moved here. Kind of a "Hello, Welcome to the hood" kinda thing.
It was a big ole clump of dirt and brown leaves in a wheelbarrow that got tossed out back by the shed and ignored. Over the years that clump has grown right where I plopped it, pretty much neglected by yours truly until this year when SM and I resolved to mulch the back forty so we wouldn't have to mow anymore. I split up the plants and scattered them around the back yard.
So when SM and I ripped out the front yard hedges, in their place I planted perennial flowers. I added two more to the front just this week. Walmart had them at 50% off so I went ahead and snagged them. I told SM that that's how we'll build up the front yard beds. Just a little bit at a time. Whatever catches our eye.
But I also wanted a cutting garden so this year I also created a "flower garden space" in our fenced in section of the garden. Years ago, I'd planted sunflower seeds out and about in the yard and the bastard bunnies mowed them all down when they were still small.
Speaking of which, the bunnies around here are fearless. This year they came up on my front porch and chewed their way through some winter pansy's and petunia's that I was stupid enough to buy for some front porch color.
"It's not like my yard isn't full of clover!" Geez!
Freakin bunnies!
But I digress...
Anyhow, I bought a bunch of flower seeds when I placed my veg order from Baker Creek this Winter and tossed all those seeds into the dirt back in April.
And nothing much has happened until last week. Last week I FINALLY started to get some zinnias.
Then the dahlias popped.
I know I've got some other kinds of flowers in the bed. Can't remember what they are so I guess I'll be surprised when they come up but I can't tell you how excited I am to finally see these flowers.
I was so happy I cut a mason jar full of them to take into work with me!
Just you wait...I can see me plotting and planning different flower additions to this space as the years go by.
And even if the bugs chew up all my veggie's and the weeds take over the garden, I can still look a my little jar of cut flowers and know that all is right with the world.
Now I'm happy....@;>
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Stankiness
When we go away for a trip, I take some time before leaving to clean things up around the house so it's not such a big disaster area when we get home. You know, like mowing the yard, running the dishwasher, vacuuming the floor...Stuff like that.
I think I'm a typical housekeeper. During the week things get picked up as needed but I leave the heavy lifting for the weekends.
Super deep cleaning? Those projects tend to be pre-planned. I have dedicated days for the really big things in life.
So when we left to go up to Ohio last week the house was it's usual tidy self. I'd run the trash out, dishes were done and any foodstuffs that were considering going viral got the boot.
Or so I thought.
We got home late from our quickie trip last weekend and when I opened the door to the refrigerator I was greeted with The Stank.
You know The Stank. We've all had it at one point or another. It's that eyebrow lifting, nose pinching, hand-waving stankiness that wafts out and embraces you.
It's not just a "phew" it's a "Oh Gross! What IS that?" kind of stink.
Since it was late, I did a quickie eyeball of the situation looking for something green and oozing. Since nothing jumped out at me, I shrugged and figured I'd find it tomorrow.
Which I did. A jar of homemade peaches that SM had been adding to his oatmeal. The problem was that he hadn't eaten any oatmeal in a few months.
Hence the stankiness.
I tossed the offense goop in the trash and walked it out to the big trash can outside figuring the problem was solved. Then I headed into work.
When I got home and opened the fridge door to search for dinner the stank was still there. Faint. But still there.
Huh.
So I eyeballed everything again, sniffing as I went. Nothing.
Hmm.
I opened a carton of baking soda and stuck it in the fridge assuming it was just some residual stankiness that would dissipate over time.
The baking soda didn't do squat.
All week long I caught wiffs of something every time the fridge door was opened. I really didn't have time to scrub out the fridge during the work week so I resolved to save the attack for Saturday.
Casey woke me up by jumping up on the bed at 5:30am Saturday morning. "Get your butt outta bed! I'm hungry and the days a-wasting!"
Casey is a big girl at 85 lbs. Kinda hard to ignore any demands she makes of me.
So I dragged my sorry carcass up and out the door. I stumbled around with the pups for our usual 2 miler and then got everyone fed and the coffee started for SM while I sucked on my Diet Mt Dew.
Then I hit blog land, started some laundry and went out to harvest what goodies I could find from the garden. By this time SM was up and nursing his first cuppa joe on the back porch swing enjoying the morning.
"Come sit down with me." He called out as I buzzed by with some strawberries.
"Can't. Too much to do." I sang out.
"What has to be done?" He asked getting up.
"Gosh what doesn't need doing?" I replied as the dryer buzzer went off. "I want to get all this little crap out of the way so I can scrub the fridge this morning. I can't take that smell any longer."
"Do you think something died back there? I can move it for you if you want to look under it." SM offered.
"If something died, it died inside the fridge not under it. I only smell the stank when the door opens." I paused. "Maybe it's the universe telling me it's past time to give it a cleaning."
"When was the last time?" SM asked.
(insert the sound of crickets here)
"That long huh?" SM said with a smile. "I'll leave you to it then."
So while I pulled all the shelves and foodstuffs out, SM made himself busy watering the tender new transplants front and back. Thanks Squeetie Man!
It took me about an 1 1/2 hrs to clean the freakin thing out. I never did find anything creating the residual stank.
Huh.
Stankiness. One of life's little mysteries goes unresolved yet again.
I think I'm a typical housekeeper. During the week things get picked up as needed but I leave the heavy lifting for the weekends.
Super deep cleaning? Those projects tend to be pre-planned. I have dedicated days for the really big things in life.
So when we left to go up to Ohio last week the house was it's usual tidy self. I'd run the trash out, dishes were done and any foodstuffs that were considering going viral got the boot.
Or so I thought.
We got home late from our quickie trip last weekend and when I opened the door to the refrigerator I was greeted with The Stank.
You know The Stank. We've all had it at one point or another. It's that eyebrow lifting, nose pinching, hand-waving stankiness that wafts out and embraces you.
It's not just a "phew" it's a "Oh Gross! What IS that?" kind of stink.
Since it was late, I did a quickie eyeball of the situation looking for something green and oozing. Since nothing jumped out at me, I shrugged and figured I'd find it tomorrow.
Which I did. A jar of homemade peaches that SM had been adding to his oatmeal. The problem was that he hadn't eaten any oatmeal in a few months.
Hence the stankiness.
I tossed the offense goop in the trash and walked it out to the big trash can outside figuring the problem was solved. Then I headed into work.
When I got home and opened the fridge door to search for dinner the stank was still there. Faint. But still there.
Huh.
So I eyeballed everything again, sniffing as I went. Nothing.
Hmm.
I opened a carton of baking soda and stuck it in the fridge assuming it was just some residual stankiness that would dissipate over time.
The baking soda didn't do squat.
All week long I caught wiffs of something every time the fridge door was opened. I really didn't have time to scrub out the fridge during the work week so I resolved to save the attack for Saturday.
Casey woke me up by jumping up on the bed at 5:30am Saturday morning. "Get your butt outta bed! I'm hungry and the days a-wasting!"
Casey is a big girl at 85 lbs. Kinda hard to ignore any demands she makes of me.
So I dragged my sorry carcass up and out the door. I stumbled around with the pups for our usual 2 miler and then got everyone fed and the coffee started for SM while I sucked on my Diet Mt Dew.
Then I hit blog land, started some laundry and went out to harvest what goodies I could find from the garden. By this time SM was up and nursing his first cuppa joe on the back porch swing enjoying the morning.
"Come sit down with me." He called out as I buzzed by with some strawberries.
"Can't. Too much to do." I sang out.
"What has to be done?" He asked getting up.
"Gosh what doesn't need doing?" I replied as the dryer buzzer went off. "I want to get all this little crap out of the way so I can scrub the fridge this morning. I can't take that smell any longer."
"Do you think something died back there? I can move it for you if you want to look under it." SM offered.
"If something died, it died inside the fridge not under it. I only smell the stank when the door opens." I paused. "Maybe it's the universe telling me it's past time to give it a cleaning."
"When was the last time?" SM asked.
(insert the sound of crickets here)
"That long huh?" SM said with a smile. "I'll leave you to it then."
So while I pulled all the shelves and foodstuffs out, SM made himself busy watering the tender new transplants front and back. Thanks Squeetie Man!
It took me about an 1 1/2 hrs to clean the freakin thing out. I never did find anything creating the residual stank.
Huh.
Stankiness. One of life's little mysteries goes unresolved yet again.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Lull
We have 3 seasons in our gardening year here in NC. Or at least that's been my experience.
Spring harvests of lettuce, peas, carrots and berries usually meld right into the typical Summer goodness of beans, squash and cuc's with tomato's pulling up the rear in July.
I usually see a huge lull right around August and September as the garden has exhausted itself in the heat of the "dog days" we get around here. After that, it's time to plan for the short burst of Fall gardening with more lettuce, carrots, broc and cauli if I can get the bastard bunnies to stay away. Fall gardening is always a pot shot. Some years you hit. Some years you miss.
This year is cooler and wetter so everything is delayed a bit. We're also experiencing a bit of a lull in our harvesting. I've picked a few yellow crooknecks and a pot full of beans. That's it so far.
I'm also dealing with a lot of babies still needing attention. It's strange to see so many little baby plants still getting started at this time of the year.
The slugs are circling the baby winter squashes that I planted a few weeks ago and I need to buy more DE or else they'll be doomed...DOOMED, I tell ya!
I also went ahead and planted a "round two" patch of beans hoping to extend the season on those. The first batch I direct sowed just before the big rains came in a few weeks ago. Nothing came up so I suspect the seeds just rotted in the ground. The same thing happened with several hills of winter squash. Nothing. Luckily, I had a few packages of seeds left so I replanted both and they're just now popping up.
The cuc's are flowering and putting out little curlies. Aren't they cute? We're way behind on those.
Oooo...Look what SM just found!
How about that! I guess we've got cuc's to add to the list!
I'm trying something new with the sweet peppers this year. I never seem to get much from them until Fall so I thought "What the heck" and direct sowed a bunch of pepper seeds in the bed where the bolted lettuce was. Let's see what happens. If these direct sowed peppers do OK I just might skip starting them indoors all together.
Spring harvests of lettuce, peas, carrots and berries usually meld right into the typical Summer goodness of beans, squash and cuc's with tomato's pulling up the rear in July.
I usually see a huge lull right around August and September as the garden has exhausted itself in the heat of the "dog days" we get around here. After that, it's time to plan for the short burst of Fall gardening with more lettuce, carrots, broc and cauli if I can get the bastard bunnies to stay away. Fall gardening is always a pot shot. Some years you hit. Some years you miss.
This year is cooler and wetter so everything is delayed a bit. We're also experiencing a bit of a lull in our harvesting. I've picked a few yellow crooknecks and a pot full of beans. That's it so far.
I'm also dealing with a lot of babies still needing attention. It's strange to see so many little baby plants still getting started at this time of the year.
The slugs are circling the baby winter squashes that I planted a few weeks ago and I need to buy more DE or else they'll be doomed...DOOMED, I tell ya!
I also went ahead and planted a "round two" patch of beans hoping to extend the season on those. The first batch I direct sowed just before the big rains came in a few weeks ago. Nothing came up so I suspect the seeds just rotted in the ground. The same thing happened with several hills of winter squash. Nothing. Luckily, I had a few packages of seeds left so I replanted both and they're just now popping up.
The cuc's are flowering and putting out little curlies. Aren't they cute? We're way behind on those.
Oooo...Look what SM just found!
How about that! I guess we've got cuc's to add to the list!
I'm trying something new with the sweet peppers this year. I never seem to get much from them until Fall so I thought "What the heck" and direct sowed a bunch of pepper seeds in the bed where the bolted lettuce was. Let's see what happens. If these direct sowed peppers do OK I just might skip starting them indoors all together.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Summer Begins
My calendar that I have hanging on my fridge says that today, Summer Begins.
Just in case I missed all those other obvious signs of Summer. You know...
The frizzy hair.
The weedy garden.
Pedicures and flip flops.
But the other sign of Summer around here is the arrival of Ziggy.
Ziggy (and his many incarnations) is our back porch lizard. He's a beautiful bright green. Ziggy and Scooter (otherwise known as "Lizard-Killer") enjoy a love-hate relationship.
Scooter sits glued to the back porch door waiting for Ziggy to scurry across the deck. If Scooter is already out, it's "game on" and many is the time SM and I have seen Scooter hunker down, jaws clamped tight, with a twitching tail sticking out of his mouth.
(sigh)
Welcome to Summer Ya'll!
Just in case I missed all those other obvious signs of Summer. You know...
The frizzy hair.
The weedy garden.
Pedicures and flip flops.
But the other sign of Summer around here is the arrival of Ziggy.
Ziggy (and his many incarnations) is our back porch lizard. He's a beautiful bright green. Ziggy and Scooter (otherwise known as "Lizard-Killer") enjoy a love-hate relationship.
Scooter sits glued to the back porch door waiting for Ziggy to scurry across the deck. If Scooter is already out, it's "game on" and many is the time SM and I have seen Scooter hunker down, jaws clamped tight, with a twitching tail sticking out of his mouth.
(sigh)
Welcome to Summer Ya'll!
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Sometimes
I miss Ohio.
Sometimes.
We traveled yesterday back to Ohio for a big family get together. SM's brothers granddaughter graduated high school.
How weird is THAT to say?
Geez...Where have the years gone? Now SM is the baby of his family. Ron is SM's oldest brother who is actually my Mom's age but still...We're talking a granddaughter!
Who's 18 years old.
Already!
Anyway, SM and I made the 8 hour trip yesterday and as we're driving along we're commenting on this building or that cornfield that has that sweet, dark, black soil and SM says to me "Ready to move back?"
"Nope." I say with a shake of my head.
When I think of Ohio I think of gray skies and Winters that don't loosen their grip until May and I'm glad I live in the South. I'm glad for the long summer season and the blue skies.
We get to Ronnie's house and after hugs of Hello, the wine is poured, snacks are set out and everyone sits down again to gab. But my legs and joints are still stiff from the long drive so I wander out to their backyard to look around.
Barefoot.
A cool, moss covered brick patio greets my toes as I wander around the sitting area. A 15 yo hydrangea greets me with big blossoms pink, blue and purple. Roses cradle the patio.
I step out onto soft, soft green grass of the yard. Southern grass is broad and prickly. This stuff is like angels hair. My toes curl in delight. There are no weeds in this stuff! How can that be?
I wander along the borders. Peonies are done but the lilies are blooming. Rhubarb is ready. The black raspberries are still green. Ron's asparagus is tall and flopped over, exhausted.
Huge, huge trees tower over their backyard creating a wonderful shady spot. The leaves rustle with a slight breeze and as I look up I see a brilliant blue sky. I've often heard Ron moan about not having enough sunlight for a big veggie garden but I marvel at the beauty of this shade garden so different from my own heat soaked, hard baked, clay backyard.
I go back into the house and announce to everyone "Sometimes I miss Ohio."
SM asks "Ready to move back?" with a smile.
I pause.
"Nope." I reply with a grin of my own.
It may be hot. It may be humid. It may have Summer days that leave me gasping for air, but Carolina is my home now.
Sorry Ohio. You'll always have a place in my heart and I'll miss you.
Sometimes.
Sometimes.
We traveled yesterday back to Ohio for a big family get together. SM's brothers granddaughter graduated high school.
How weird is THAT to say?
Geez...Where have the years gone? Now SM is the baby of his family. Ron is SM's oldest brother who is actually my Mom's age but still...We're talking a granddaughter!
Who's 18 years old.
Already!
Anyway, SM and I made the 8 hour trip yesterday and as we're driving along we're commenting on this building or that cornfield that has that sweet, dark, black soil and SM says to me "Ready to move back?"
"Nope." I say with a shake of my head.
When I think of Ohio I think of gray skies and Winters that don't loosen their grip until May and I'm glad I live in the South. I'm glad for the long summer season and the blue skies.
We get to Ronnie's house and after hugs of Hello, the wine is poured, snacks are set out and everyone sits down again to gab. But my legs and joints are still stiff from the long drive so I wander out to their backyard to look around.
Barefoot.
A cool, moss covered brick patio greets my toes as I wander around the sitting area. A 15 yo hydrangea greets me with big blossoms pink, blue and purple. Roses cradle the patio.
I step out onto soft, soft green grass of the yard. Southern grass is broad and prickly. This stuff is like angels hair. My toes curl in delight. There are no weeds in this stuff! How can that be?
I wander along the borders. Peonies are done but the lilies are blooming. Rhubarb is ready. The black raspberries are still green. Ron's asparagus is tall and flopped over, exhausted.
Huge, huge trees tower over their backyard creating a wonderful shady spot. The leaves rustle with a slight breeze and as I look up I see a brilliant blue sky. I've often heard Ron moan about not having enough sunlight for a big veggie garden but I marvel at the beauty of this shade garden so different from my own heat soaked, hard baked, clay backyard.
I go back into the house and announce to everyone "Sometimes I miss Ohio."
SM asks "Ready to move back?" with a smile.
I pause.
"Nope." I reply with a grin of my own.
It may be hot. It may be humid. It may have Summer days that leave me gasping for air, but Carolina is my home now.
Sorry Ohio. You'll always have a place in my heart and I'll miss you.
Sometimes.
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Ten Second Rule
I know.
You just read the title of this post and think I'm going to talk about how long that cookie you just dropped on the floor is safe to eat.
Well, if you're into cookies, go for it. I'm not into cookies but I absolutely DO pick up that M&M I just dropped. (Hey, it's got that hard candy coating. Dirt just slides off!)
Actually "The Ten Second Rule" is something that SM and I have done our entire marriage and I thought I'd mention it because I read a really good article on Huff Post 50 about 11 Lessons From More Than Three Decades Of Marriage.
Check it out. I can relate to most of them. SM and I never had kids so those don't apply.
This got me to thinking about things that SM and I do to keep ourselves from murdering each other on a daily basis and one of our biggest rules is that we always kiss each other goodbye or goodnight. ALWAYS.
So much so that once we do kiss each other goodbye, if it takes longer that 10 seconds to get out the door than we find each other again with a quick "Ten seconds" comments and a smile and smooch again.
Back when we were first married, SM told me I kissed him too much. That only made me kiss him more. (Evil Tami) Waaa Haa Ha! I broke him. Yep. I can do that to a man.
SM says his personal tip to a long healthy marriage is, and I quote, "To run away." (Evil SM)
He never gets far and for some reason always comes back so it can't be THAT bad being married to me day in and day out.
What tips do you have? Do you agree with their suggestions?
You just read the title of this post and think I'm going to talk about how long that cookie you just dropped on the floor is safe to eat.
Well, if you're into cookies, go for it. I'm not into cookies but I absolutely DO pick up that M&M I just dropped. (Hey, it's got that hard candy coating. Dirt just slides off!)
Actually "The Ten Second Rule" is something that SM and I have done our entire marriage and I thought I'd mention it because I read a really good article on Huff Post 50 about 11 Lessons From More Than Three Decades Of Marriage.
Check it out. I can relate to most of them. SM and I never had kids so those don't apply.
This got me to thinking about things that SM and I do to keep ourselves from murdering each other on a daily basis and one of our biggest rules is that we always kiss each other goodbye or goodnight. ALWAYS.
So much so that once we do kiss each other goodbye, if it takes longer that 10 seconds to get out the door than we find each other again with a quick "Ten seconds" comments and a smile and smooch again.
Back when we were first married, SM told me I kissed him too much. That only made me kiss him more. (Evil Tami) Waaa Haa Ha! I broke him. Yep. I can do that to a man.
SM says his personal tip to a long healthy marriage is, and I quote, "To run away." (Evil SM)
He never gets far and for some reason always comes back so it can't be THAT bad being married to me day in and day out.
What tips do you have? Do you agree with their suggestions?
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
OK...I've Had Enough
Rain, rain and more rain. A washout weekend.
Monday morning SM and I watched as another strong cell moved through bringing another few inches.
It stopped raining for a few hours then around 3pm the front moved through. I was at the kitchen table reading a book when suddenly Ginny was by my side shaking like a leaf.
Whoosh went the awning and the windows started to bang. I looked up and saw that the rain was coming in from the south blowing horizontally. Never seen that happen before.
I figured sitting in front of a wall of glass wasn't the smartest thing to be doing so I took a cue from Ginny and started walking into the living room.
Then the noise picked up a bit more. I hollared for Casey and we all went and sat down in the hallway as the storm intensified.
SM and Scooter kept watch at the door. What can I say? Men!
After a few minutes the worst seemed to be over so the girls and I emerged from the hallway and looked out the windows with SM.
Our birch took a hit. Luckily it didn't hit the house or the cars in the driveway.
I told SM to get on the phone and call to get some estimates for removal. We're not sure yet if we'll take the whole tree out (Tami) or just take down the one limb (SM).
After it stopped raining I buzzed the neighborhood to look for damage.
Nearly all the damage is on our street with those Bradford Pear trees that split so easily.
A cluster of neighbors were out gabbing speculating on whether this was a micro burst or a straight line wind. Turns out we were under a tornado warning.
Huh. How bout that. It didn't seem THAT bad to me but it was the first time I ever felt the need to get to the hallway. One lady said she went into her closet.
Hmmm...This might be a good reason to clean out one of my closets!
Monday morning SM and I watched as another strong cell moved through bringing another few inches.
It stopped raining for a few hours then around 3pm the front moved through. I was at the kitchen table reading a book when suddenly Ginny was by my side shaking like a leaf.
Whoosh went the awning and the windows started to bang. I looked up and saw that the rain was coming in from the south blowing horizontally. Never seen that happen before.
I figured sitting in front of a wall of glass wasn't the smartest thing to be doing so I took a cue from Ginny and started walking into the living room.
Then the noise picked up a bit more. I hollared for Casey and we all went and sat down in the hallway as the storm intensified.
SM and Scooter kept watch at the door. What can I say? Men!
After a few minutes the worst seemed to be over so the girls and I emerged from the hallway and looked out the windows with SM.
Our birch took a hit. Luckily it didn't hit the house or the cars in the driveway.
I told SM to get on the phone and call to get some estimates for removal. We're not sure yet if we'll take the whole tree out (Tami) or just take down the one limb (SM).
After it stopped raining I buzzed the neighborhood to look for damage.
Nearly all the damage is on our street with those Bradford Pear trees that split so easily.
A cluster of neighbors were out gabbing speculating on whether this was a micro burst or a straight line wind. Turns out we were under a tornado warning.
Huh. How bout that. It didn't seem THAT bad to me but it was the first time I ever felt the need to get to the hallway. One lady said she went into her closet.
Hmmm...This might be a good reason to clean out one of my closets!
Monday, June 10, 2013
On Second Thought, Maybe Not The Best Idea
My old electric stove is shot. The oven door doesn't close properly which means that there's no way to know what temperature I'm actually baking things at.
Not such a big deal during summer as I don't like to turn the oven on much anyway, but I told SM months ago that we needed to plan for a new oven by this Fall.
"How about a gas stove instead of electric?" SM queried.
"Won't that be expensive to buy a stove AND run the line?" I reply.
"Let me check into it." Which SM did and we decided that budget-wise it was doable and a smart investment besides. SM says the water heater needs replacing soon too and he'd like to upgrade to a gas water heater while we're at it.
Fast forward a few months.
I'm making brewed Ice Tea the other day and I'm using a pot holder to lift the lid and drain off the tea bags. While I'm moving the pot off the burner, I must've laid the pot holder on the counter in such a way that the little loopy thingy-ma-bob attached to the pot holder laid directly on the burner coils.
Poof.
I have a small mini fire going and as I whack it out SM (who was observing all this) says to me...
"You know, having a gas stove means that you'll have to deal with an open flame all the time."
I look at him with the pot holder still smoking in my hand.
I can see in his eyes the memory of me walking away from a pot of rice to gab with a neighbor next door. I returned home to a smoky house, a ruined pot and the stench of 3 inches of burnt rice fused to said pan.
Not too long ago, I decided to steam some broccoli and cauliflower for dinner. The strangest smell started coming from the pot. Upon inspection I discovered that I hadn't put any water in it. Um, steam means water, Tami.
(What can I say? I'm easily distracted and age is NOT improving that condition.)
"Maybe a gas stove isn't the best suggestion." I offer up. "Given my track record and all..." I say with my eyebrows raised.
"Maybe not." SM walks away with a smile and shake of his head.
Not such a big deal during summer as I don't like to turn the oven on much anyway, but I told SM months ago that we needed to plan for a new oven by this Fall.
"How about a gas stove instead of electric?" SM queried.
"Won't that be expensive to buy a stove AND run the line?" I reply.
"Let me check into it." Which SM did and we decided that budget-wise it was doable and a smart investment besides. SM says the water heater needs replacing soon too and he'd like to upgrade to a gas water heater while we're at it.
Fast forward a few months.
I'm making brewed Ice Tea the other day and I'm using a pot holder to lift the lid and drain off the tea bags. While I'm moving the pot off the burner, I must've laid the pot holder on the counter in such a way that the little loopy thingy-ma-bob attached to the pot holder laid directly on the burner coils.
Poof.
I have a small mini fire going and as I whack it out SM (who was observing all this) says to me...
"You know, having a gas stove means that you'll have to deal with an open flame all the time."
I look at him with the pot holder still smoking in my hand.
I can see in his eyes the memory of me walking away from a pot of rice to gab with a neighbor next door. I returned home to a smoky house, a ruined pot and the stench of 3 inches of burnt rice fused to said pan.
Not too long ago, I decided to steam some broccoli and cauliflower for dinner. The strangest smell started coming from the pot. Upon inspection I discovered that I hadn't put any water in it. Um, steam means water, Tami.
(What can I say? I'm easily distracted and age is NOT improving that condition.)
"Maybe a gas stove isn't the best suggestion." I offer up. "Given my track record and all..." I say with my eyebrows raised.
"Maybe not." SM walks away with a smile and shake of his head.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
A Snow Shovel In The South
It seems lately that when I'm making decisions about our home and yard, I think "What can I do to make this simple, manageable or easy."
One of the things we've enjoyed about home ownership is working in the yard. But we've talked to plenty of folks who (as they've gotten older) have decided to "downsize" to a condo simply because they're tired of all the work and money that it takes to keep it up a yard.
SM and I have considered this. When will we say "It's too much"?
Who knows.
Maybe never.
Since I enjoy puttering around the yard, I can't see where I'll ever be inclined to say "Goodbye" completely.
But that doesn't mean I want to waste my time with mowing the yard several times a week. One of our goals has been to reduce the grass "footprint" in our yard. So far we've been concentrating on the back yard.
The mulch place still had their buy 2 get 1 free deal last weekend, so we've been slowly whittling away on a much neglected section of the yard.
The back forty. Otherwise known as the back fence line.
The only one who uses that area is the dogs. Little to no grass, plenty of weeds. SM hates mowing back there.
A few years ago we expanded the natural area we'd already mulched and planted the apple trees back there. That left about a 6 foot strip of grass that still need to be mowed.
So that's what we've been doing. Laying landscape fabric and then loads of pine bark mulch.
Did you know that the easiest way to move pine bark mulch is with a snow shovel?
Yep. When we moved here all our winter gear came with us and while I still haven't needed to use my 30 below insulated boots, we HAVE used our snow shovel consistently every year. Winter, Summer...Doesn't matter.
Last weekend I finished mulching around the shed area while SM burned the now dried remains of the hollies and boxwoods. The rootballs are all hanging out behind the shed for the Summer to dry out competely before we bonfire them sometime this Fall.
So now we have less grass to mow and less shrubbery to trim. A move in the right direction for sure.
Whatever will we do with all our spare time???
One of the things we've enjoyed about home ownership is working in the yard. But we've talked to plenty of folks who (as they've gotten older) have decided to "downsize" to a condo simply because they're tired of all the work and money that it takes to keep it up a yard.
SM and I have considered this. When will we say "It's too much"?
Who knows.
Maybe never.
Since I enjoy puttering around the yard, I can't see where I'll ever be inclined to say "Goodbye" completely.
But that doesn't mean I want to waste my time with mowing the yard several times a week. One of our goals has been to reduce the grass "footprint" in our yard. So far we've been concentrating on the back yard.
The mulch place still had their buy 2 get 1 free deal last weekend, so we've been slowly whittling away on a much neglected section of the yard.
The back forty. Otherwise known as the back fence line.
The only one who uses that area is the dogs. Little to no grass, plenty of weeds. SM hates mowing back there.
A few years ago we expanded the natural area we'd already mulched and planted the apple trees back there. That left about a 6 foot strip of grass that still need to be mowed.
So that's what we've been doing. Laying landscape fabric and then loads of pine bark mulch.
Did you know that the easiest way to move pine bark mulch is with a snow shovel?
Yep. When we moved here all our winter gear came with us and while I still haven't needed to use my 30 below insulated boots, we HAVE used our snow shovel consistently every year. Winter, Summer...Doesn't matter.
Last weekend I finished mulching around the shed area while SM burned the now dried remains of the hollies and boxwoods. The rootballs are all hanging out behind the shed for the Summer to dry out competely before we bonfire them sometime this Fall.
So now we have less grass to mow and less shrubbery to trim. A move in the right direction for sure.
Whatever will we do with all our spare time???
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Preventative Actions
More rain.
After a deluge 2 weeks ago, then a week of drying out, we're now back into a cycle of rain with a tropical system sweeping up offering more rain for the next few days. 2-3 inches forecast here.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not bitching.
Yet.
As long as we get a few days to dry out in between that would be fine by me.
I've seen ya'lls blogs with pictures of transplants struggling in ponding water. And I'm sure that plenty of you would love to have all this rain after last years drought.
I squished my out to the garden this morning to give things a look see. No ponding in the garden but plenty of ponding in the low spots of the yard.
Casey scared up a rabbit and the chase was on with Casey plowing through the yard sending up water like a jet ski. Whoosh. I swear she came in for her rub down with a smile on her face.
I noticed that the winter squash I planted a few days ago are coming up. The slugs happened to notice it too so I went to the shed and grabbed the DE and sprinkled a generous amount on the hills. Little bastards. How dare they munch on my tender vittles?
I commented a few posts ago on how well the tomatoes are looking this year. Green and healthly and they're just now starting to put out blooms. It was time to fertilize so I sprinkled a (new to me) slow release tomato fertilizer from Gardener's Supply across the bed. I also tossed some Epsom salts in for good measure.
Shockingly, I don't see any evidence of SVB's or squash bugs.
Yet.
I wonder if the colder winter zapped them. Wouldn't THAT be lovely?
After a deluge 2 weeks ago, then a week of drying out, we're now back into a cycle of rain with a tropical system sweeping up offering more rain for the next few days. 2-3 inches forecast here.
Now don't get me wrong. I'm not bitching.
Yet.
As long as we get a few days to dry out in between that would be fine by me.
I've seen ya'lls blogs with pictures of transplants struggling in ponding water. And I'm sure that plenty of you would love to have all this rain after last years drought.
I squished my out to the garden this morning to give things a look see. No ponding in the garden but plenty of ponding in the low spots of the yard.
Casey scared up a rabbit and the chase was on with Casey plowing through the yard sending up water like a jet ski. Whoosh. I swear she came in for her rub down with a smile on her face.
I noticed that the winter squash I planted a few days ago are coming up. The slugs happened to notice it too so I went to the shed and grabbed the DE and sprinkled a generous amount on the hills. Little bastards. How dare they munch on my tender vittles?
I commented a few posts ago on how well the tomatoes are looking this year. Green and healthly and they're just now starting to put out blooms. It was time to fertilize so I sprinkled a (new to me) slow release tomato fertilizer from Gardener's Supply across the bed. I also tossed some Epsom salts in for good measure.
Shockingly, I don't see any evidence of SVB's or squash bugs.
Yet.
I wonder if the colder winter zapped them. Wouldn't THAT be lovely?
Monday, June 3, 2013
Heavy Rains And Deep Thoughts
Boy, did it pour last night! We've had an estimated 1.18 with a possible 1-2 more inches forecasted for today. Nothing showing on the radar yet this morning so it must all be pop-up storms coming on later.
Looking back though on the week that was, I'm grateful that it was a splendid week with blue skies, mild temperatures and dry weather. I got to work outside everyday and got a lot accomplished. It's funny that I'm actually glad that today is a rainy day.
Why?
Well, for one thing an enforced day inside makes me pay attention to the simple tasks that need doing on a weekly basis like cleaning bathrooms, stripping the bedding and getting all that washed, cooking food for the week...You know...Life.
When I get into project mode I go into it whole hog. Every molecule of my being is in deep concentration about "The Project" and by the end of the day I'm so wiped out that it's a shrug when SM asks "what's for dinner?"
It's been a PBJ and salad kind of week for him, poor guy. (I think I'll make a meatloaf today to help make up for the lack of quality sustenance.)
The other thing I noticed is that I can't think creatively when I'm busy doing projects. Maybe it just me, but I think my blog posts are more of the "this is what I did today" type of post rather than the deeper, creative, more thoughtful posts that I enjoy writing.
Is it that way with you? Maybe I'm just a slow typer (or a slow thinker) but I can't whip this stuff out that fast.
So think kindly of me while I'm scrubbing the toilet today. I just might be working on my next blog post...
@;)
Looking back though on the week that was, I'm grateful that it was a splendid week with blue skies, mild temperatures and dry weather. I got to work outside everyday and got a lot accomplished. It's funny that I'm actually glad that today is a rainy day.
Why?
Well, for one thing an enforced day inside makes me pay attention to the simple tasks that need doing on a weekly basis like cleaning bathrooms, stripping the bedding and getting all that washed, cooking food for the week...You know...Life.
When I get into project mode I go into it whole hog. Every molecule of my being is in deep concentration about "The Project" and by the end of the day I'm so wiped out that it's a shrug when SM asks "what's for dinner?"
It's been a PBJ and salad kind of week for him, poor guy. (I think I'll make a meatloaf today to help make up for the lack of quality sustenance.)
The other thing I noticed is that I can't think creatively when I'm busy doing projects. Maybe it just me, but I think my blog posts are more of the "this is what I did today" type of post rather than the deeper, creative, more thoughtful posts that I enjoy writing.
Is it that way with you? Maybe I'm just a slow typer (or a slow thinker) but I can't whip this stuff out that fast.
So think kindly of me while I'm scrubbing the toilet today. I just might be working on my next blog post...
@;)
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Garden Walk
The garden is really starting to ramp it up now. Temps are ranging from upper 60's to mid 80's. We've had a dry week so far but we're expecting rain here Sunday and Monday. Overall, I'd say we're about a week or two behind usual production. I'm usually eating beans, squash and cukes by now.
So what's happening out in the garden?
I can't tell you how many hours I spent clearing out rotten berries from the beds from the 3 inches of rain we had 2 weeks ago. What a mess! While in there, I also cut back some of the leaves to improve circulation. I will definitely be thinning these beds out this fall.
The strawberries and I have settled into a manageable every other day picking routine. About a gallon each time I pick. Perfect for fresh eating.
The lettuce is still hanging in there but I'm expecting it to bolt at any moment. Keeping my fingers crossed that the shade cloth might help extend the season.
It has certainly helped the sweet bell peppers who seem to be bouncing back from the sun scald I gave them a few weeks ago.
The sugar peas are done and pulled. I planted another batch of Japanese Cukes in their place. The same cukes I direct sowed in mid April are finally starting to gain some size and putting out a blossom or two.
The yellow string beans are blooming and so is the yellow summer squash.
I went ahead and planted another batch of beans along with the winter squashes. Since SVB's are so bad here I planted only Waltham Butternut and Dutch Crookneck (new for me) based on other bloggers recommendations. I'm keeping my finger crossed. I LOVE winter squash!
No pumpkins at all this year (why bother.) Can you hear SM crying? The man does love his punkins but too bad Baby! Go buy them.
The onions are starting to size up.
The tomatoes are starting to put out blooms. SM was trying to pull them this way and that to tie them to his fence support system but they're still a little too short. Give them another week and they'll be tall enough. They're looking good. Strong, healthy and green. This might be a banner year for tomatoes!
Oh! I pulled up the carrots I'd planted back in February. It's a nice haul and they're sweeter than what I thought they'd be.
I'm not a fan of summer harvested carrots. They tend to get bitter in our hot climate but SM and I eat SO MANY carrots that it seemed silly not try. Funny how all this cool weather helped in that department. I hope to replant in July for a Winter harvest.
We might get a handful of blueberries. Might.
And I attacked the apple trees this week and thinned them out. Boy, was that hard trimming off perfectly good apples but I'd rather do that than have itty bitty ones.
And last but not least, Sally is drooping.
Either her boobs have dropped and the poor girl needs underwire fast or she's developing the menopausal spare tire that afflicts so many of us.
Sorry, Sister...It happens to the best of us!
So what's happening out in the garden?
I can't tell you how many hours I spent clearing out rotten berries from the beds from the 3 inches of rain we had 2 weeks ago. What a mess! While in there, I also cut back some of the leaves to improve circulation. I will definitely be thinning these beds out this fall.
The strawberries and I have settled into a manageable every other day picking routine. About a gallon each time I pick. Perfect for fresh eating.
The lettuce is still hanging in there but I'm expecting it to bolt at any moment. Keeping my fingers crossed that the shade cloth might help extend the season.
It has certainly helped the sweet bell peppers who seem to be bouncing back from the sun scald I gave them a few weeks ago.
The sugar peas are done and pulled. I planted another batch of Japanese Cukes in their place. The same cukes I direct sowed in mid April are finally starting to gain some size and putting out a blossom or two.
The yellow string beans are blooming and so is the yellow summer squash.
I went ahead and planted another batch of beans along with the winter squashes. Since SVB's are so bad here I planted only Waltham Butternut and Dutch Crookneck (new for me) based on other bloggers recommendations. I'm keeping my finger crossed. I LOVE winter squash!
No pumpkins at all this year (why bother.) Can you hear SM crying? The man does love his punkins but too bad Baby! Go buy them.
The onions are starting to size up.
The tomatoes are starting to put out blooms. SM was trying to pull them this way and that to tie them to his fence support system but they're still a little too short. Give them another week and they'll be tall enough. They're looking good. Strong, healthy and green. This might be a banner year for tomatoes!
Oh! I pulled up the carrots I'd planted back in February. It's a nice haul and they're sweeter than what I thought they'd be.
I'm not a fan of summer harvested carrots. They tend to get bitter in our hot climate but SM and I eat SO MANY carrots that it seemed silly not try. Funny how all this cool weather helped in that department. I hope to replant in July for a Winter harvest.
We might get a handful of blueberries. Might.
And I attacked the apple trees this week and thinned them out. Boy, was that hard trimming off perfectly good apples but I'd rather do that than have itty bitty ones.
And last but not least, Sally is drooping.
Either her boobs have dropped and the poor girl needs underwire fast or she's developing the menopausal spare tire that afflicts so many of us.
Sorry, Sister...It happens to the best of us!
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