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.

How I Spent an Ugly, Cold, Grey Day.

I am working on a quilt that is one of those things they use to get you into the quilt shop. They give you the patterns and fabric for one large block and three small blocks for a very low cost. You have to finish those blocks and take them with you to the quilt shop to get the next months blocks. At the end of the year you have a quilt top and the quilt shop has a lot more of your money than you intended. Mom and I spent an entire day figuring out how to cut these things and I spent two hours today on one tiny little block. Something was off on the measurements. Anyway, the tiny purple block is the block I worked on today. The larger star is something I am making for the silent auction auction at our MG spring seminar. The other picture is my old hand cranked sewing machine. Yes, I really use it. I made the star by hand, but the little purple thing was done on the machine. Oh, I love the name of the little purple block. It's called Monkey Wrench.

I still want to know your zone. Vote on the right.

The new quilt

What's Your Zone?

I have been visiting as many garden blogs or blogs written by gardeners as I have had time to hunt down and read this weekend. Here is what I want to know. What's your Zone. This is not a weird, middle-aged pick-up line. I really want to know. What plants can you grow that I can't(garden envy). What plants can I grow that you can't (braggin rights).

I am in zone 8a. We stay hot as Hades from May to September, fall weather hangs on quiet a long time, winter weather is relatively short, and spring weather is heartbreakingly brief. We run out of rain and sometimes have water restrictions as early as June. We were actually under water restrictions for more than a year after a particularly severe drought. Those restrictions were lifted last summer. Many gardeners in our area practice some sort of rain water harvesting to supplement our rain, city water, or well water.

I will see if Nancy would mind my posting a picture of her hillbilly rainwater harvesting operation. We have been able to avoid using city water in the greenhouse for at least two months. The plants seem to prefer the rainwater. I am pretty sure most plants do not thrive on chlorine.

Anyway, I digress.

What's your zone?

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.

Bye

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