Laundry Drama

Got a Lost fix.

Wasn't it wonderful. Who are the last two of the Oceanic Six? Was Locke in the casket? Was Kate with Sawyer when they got back. Poor Hurley. Charley made me cry-stupid tv show. Why does Hurley think they need to go back. How can Jack's dad be alive when they get back? Was the lady behind Hurley with the long blonde braid Juiliette? Can't wait to next week. My spell check is not working, sorry.

LOST IS BACK

Okay, here I am with about 10 billion other bloggers getting all twitterpated because Lost is finally back on tonight. I love this show, well more like creepy stalk it. I have the DVDs of all the past seasons. I have a special pillow I sit on in front of the TV to watch the show. We tape it to look at background stuff later (milk cartons, photos, newswpapers, writing on the wall). I did not realize until last night that I should be looking for anagrams and playing with all the numbers. I mananged to get Manly Man sucked into it last season. He internet searches for stuff about the show. So that is what I am doing today. Waiting for 8:00 central time to feed my obsession.

Green Eggs and Buck Roses

I worked for a dear friend today. We cut back and pruned some of her Buck roses. They were very large as she has not been able to prune them. They were part of a rose trial and had to be left completely alone - no pesticide, no fungicide, no fertilizer, no deadheading, no nothing period. I don't know how she did it. I'd have cheated and deadheaded. This is why I am not allowed on rose trials.

It was a very pleasant, if somewhat cold day. I really enjoyed myself. I came away with some goodies; cuttings of five types of Buck Roses to propagate and cool colored eggs from her chickens. Yes, the chickens lay colored eggs -green and brown. The varieties (of the roses not the chickens) are Enchanted Autumn, April Moon, Earth Song, and Barn Dance. Oops, I seemed to have mislaid a label again and don't know the name of the fifth rose. Aren't the other names lovely. Oh yeah, here it is, it's called Prairie Flower.

I am still waiting for your zones. Here is the map. Make me happy. Participate in the poll.

Okay, for all my sisters, you are in zone 8. Oh, not you Birdie you are in zone 6, I think. Are you still in Texas?

WFMW

Cut the legs out of an old pair of jeans. Sew a single seam making a triangular tube. Cut the narrow end to allow your hand to slip through. You now have Gardeners Gauntlets. They will keep your arms safe from thorns of all kind. Just slip your favorite gloves over them. This saves about $50 against the purchase of rose gloves and you are recycling.

I am pretty sure I linked this wrong. Here are more tips.

He Still Does Not Want to Know Where Babies Come From

It's still funny. Monkey #2 saw a pregnancy test add on T.V. He can read and understood what it said -PREGNANT. He asked "Why would you people (meaning women) stick that in your belly button?" "Well," I said, "That's not what you do with it, you pee on it." He turned purple and stormed out screaming that we are all CRAZY PEOPLE (still meaning women).

Zones, I'm begging for your zones

Okay, I can see that people are visiting this blog, yet you are not sharing your zone. What is this zone I am obsessing over? Is it a body part? Is it a diet? Is it the no go area in my baby monkey's bedroom? No. The zone I am determined to get out of you is your cold hardiness zone. Go here to see a nice map. Then you can come back to my blog and participate in my nice poll. It's just over there on the right.