My side bar was getting too full. You can find my crazy monkey's behavior under the label Monkeys. Hopefully, the labels will make it easier for the three of us who read this to find what we want.

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Living with Boys

Conversation with middle child "Your shirt is dirty do you need to take a bath" him "I took a bath this morning" Me "Why did you put a dirty shirt on your clean body" him "I didn't use soap or shampoo."
"How did you get the seat of your pants hung up on the dog kennel while you were wearing them?"
Kurt says "do egg shells have a lot of protein" Me "No, did you eat the eggshells?"
Seriously dude, don't eat ham in the bathtub either
"What did broccoli ever do to you?" question from a neighbor kid when I took a butcher knife out to the garden
Who ate apples in tbe bathtub?
Aunt #5 a.k.a. #1 Sister-in-law, "Did ya drop him on his head?"
Okay, somebody please put perfume on the dog
Dont ever ever ever take your shoes off in my truck. The toxic smell is killing me
Things I have found in the washing machine: Swiss army knife, unidentifiable fur, exploded stuffed animal, screw driver, a cat, an 8 year-old, rocks, sticks, hotwheels. What I dont find in the washing machine: Matching socks.
Get that off your head and get down here
If I call Logan a dork, my mother will pinch me when he tells on me.
Whos backpack is in the dishwasher?
For the love of god what is that smell
Dude you just french kissed the dog
My naked brother is right there singing
Who put my perfume on the dog?
Kurtis GET DOWN FROM ON TOP OF THE STOVE

Yet Another Thing About Banana Chips

So the massive batch of banana chips is finished. Manly man says "what are you doing." " I am putting the banana chips you don't like into a baggie." He watches me for a minute as I pick at each single banana chip stuck to the dehydrator tray. He takes the dehydrator tray from me, turns it upside down, pats the backside of the tray and all of the banana chips fall out. Stupid banana chips.

Wet weather ramblings

It didn't freeze and the bunnies are still mad at me.

It is also cold and wet and miserable. Winter makes me seriously crazy. I need to be outside, bad. I wish I was a brave, tough, stoic gardener who could work outside in all kinds of weather. Like our Daddy Jake- weather didn't keep him inside. Sadly, I am a cold, wet weather wimp. I run outside, my nose starts to run, I start to whine, and I run back inside. This takes about 14 seconds. Below are purchases I made this cold wet afternoon on a trip to a big box store with my manly man. He bought me Schlotzky's. I love him. The seeds are out and I picked some that will grow in the early spring, before we get to 10,0000 degrees outside. If you live here in Texas this happens fast. Spring is maybe our shortest growing season.

I found Mary Washington asparagus crowns. My asparagus was really hurt in the drought the year before last.

Notice the wheat penny I found yesterday and the jelly stain one of my monkeys left on my table cloth-nice. My mom made the quilt block, isn't it pretty?

Need to take these new purchases to the greenhouse and get them started.

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What I do as a gardener in winter

Bunny Drama

Okay, I have problem. I love our bunnies. So it's about 11:00 and we have sleet in our forecaste. So I go outside, in the dark in the middle of the night again to put the bunnies in a carrier and bring them inside. Well, as you know, my coordination has not progressed much. I got Starr in the carrier (she is the squirely one) and I was holding Lucy, she is our lovin bunny. I came out of the garden and put Starr in the carrier on the deck rail and went to open the door. In that attempt, I knocked Starr in her carrier into the Joseph Schwartz rose bush on the other side of the deck rail. Pandemonium in sued with the German Shepard, the pair of tailless cats, and the Manly Man all participating. The bunnies are fine and inside. I did not fall down in the night, I just dropped the bunny.

Kurts new blogs is approved

Okay, the voting is over and it looks like Kurt gets his own blog. Remember when I left my license at home he called 911 and reported me to the police, remember when he ate an apple out of the compost pile, remember when he peed in the garden, remember when he peed on his brother, remember when he spray painted the garage, remember when he stalked the Meme, remember when he french kissed the dog, remember his baby punkin head, remember him singing nekid. Go to Kurt to see what he puts on his new blog. He will be starting work on it tomorrow.