My green thumb has a blister

For the last two days I have been working on preparing our flowerbeds for planting this fall. Unfortunately, several years of neglect not only show, but make the work pretty difficult.

I have relearned several valuable lessons the last two days. They are as follows:

  • The proper tools make all the difference. I have been working the last two days with only a regular round-point shovel and a cultivator (forked hoe thingy). While they probably weren’t the best tools, for sodbusting they worked fine. However, when I began trying to dig up the godforsaken monkey grass, I realized the limitation of my current arsenal of tools. I lack, what we call around here, a sharpshooter or what I believe would be called anywhere else a trenching spade. The blade of an ordinary shovel is just too shallow and wide in this instance. After about 45 minutes of work all I ended up with was a handful of monkey grass removed and a hole roughly equivalent in size to the portion of skin that was now missing from my hands .
  • Whoever invented St. Augustine grass should be punched in the genitals. I realize this might mean that I just said God should be punched in the genitals, but….seriously, dude, what the fuck? It’s just invasive enough to be a total pain in my ass in trying to keep it out of flowerbeds, but there are still huge holes in the actual lawn…ya know, where grass is not only tolerated but encouraged.
  • I have serious issues with grass. St Augustine, monkey grass, patooey. But I also hate pampas grass, it’s ugly and stupid and is entirely overused here. Grass can go to hell.
  • That 2pm probably isn’t the best time to decide to do manual labor in June in Louisiana. Especially if the last manual labor you did involved building a fort. Someone seriously needs to invent air conditioning for outside. And gardening robots.

To summarize: Use the proper tools, grass can go fuck itself, some planning might beneficial.

All of this equals me having to put off anymore work until I acquire a sharpshooter or at least until my back stops trying to form itself into a single rigid mass in protest.

I leave you with pictures of our sad, pathetic yard in hopes that I can share pictures of our no-longer-sad-and-pathetic-yard soon.

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A Recipe: Rosemary Bread

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Rosemary Bread

2 tablespoon yeast
2 tablespoon sugar
2 cup warm water
5 cups flour
2 teaspoon salt
about 2 tablespoons dried rosemary
2 tablespoons butter

Bring water to a boil. Using a coffee filter as a tea bag, steep rosemary in water. Allow to cool to lukewarm, approx. 90-100°.*

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Politics

I had been formulating a post about my feelings on all the Democratic candidacy hoopla, but alphabitch over at f*cking c*nts summed up my feelings pretty well.

Y’know, I was going to write another post about Hillary Clinton … but I’m so fucking sick of her, I don’t have anything reasonable or intelligent to say on the matter. The only way she could count herself ahead in the Democratic race at the end was to claim votes she “won” in a state where her only remaining rival wasn’t on the fucking ballot. Fuck her. Her candidacy has done more to jeopardize the Democrats’ chance at the White House than everything and everyone else put together … and anyone who’s willing to destroy the entire team’s chance at a win in their own fucking megalomaniacal quest for personal glory ought to be kicked off the team and banned from the sport forever.

I have never been so disappointed by two candidates as I have been by both McCain and Clinton. Four years ago, if you had asked me to choose between these two politicians in a general election, I honestly have no clue for whom I would have ended up voting. Now? I don’t think I could bring myself to cast a vote for either one.

Birthday Monkey Socks

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Monkey Socks from Knitty in Blue Moon Fiber Arts Jasper

Pattern: Enjoyable, not overly complicated. Would have preferred something that didn’t require purling though. Did 5 leg repeats instead of six just to be on the safe side.

Yarn: Beautiful, unbelievably soft after a pre-blocking wash. Curious how well it will wear though, seems too soft to be very durable.

My second ever pair of socks! Made for my little sister’s 16th (GAH) birthday present. I have to say I was pretty proud of myself, I only made each sock once!*

Some might wonder at the logic of giving a pair of wool socks as a gift in the summer (or period here in Louisiana), but considering the usual temperature my parents keep the house at (somewhere between a “well-digger’s shovel” and “a witch’s tit in a brass bra”), I think she will get enough use out of them.

*As opposed to my first pair of socks ever which I ended up having to knit almost completely twice because I ran out of yarn and had no time to try and acquire (by some miracle) a matching skein. Plus restarts and frogging because of mistakes, etc. So probably all total ended up knitting them somewhere between 2 and a half and three times total.

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Al Roker who?


Mr. Squirrel 2, originally uploaded by gesikah.

I got a call from my Mom this morning letting me know that we’re under flash flood and tornado watch in the area today.

Now you may be wondering why at almost-28 years old, my mommy is still calling to remind me not to stand out in the rain and drowned. It’s really not quite as pathetic as it sounds.

See, the thing is, I don’t watch the news. Don’t get me wrong, I try to stay at least moderately informed of current events. I know that Britney is the same Kentwood white trash she’s always been. I know that our presidential candidate choices so far are:

  • a once-heroic centenarian who sold his soul to his party in exchange for the privilege of having his ass handed to him in November ,
  • what, in my opinion, would amount to a pitiful excuse for the first female president,
  • an elitist Secret-Muslim (if my elitist you mean, putting law school and well-paying corporate gigs on hold to become a community organizer seeking to improve living conditions for the poor, and by Secret-Muslim, you mean Presbyterian).

I know that the Olympics are to be held in Beijing and quite a few people aren’t too thrilled about it.

I don’t, however, know the weather forecast or who is Student of the Week at any of the local schools. This usually has little to no impact on my day-to-day life. The one time it did have an effect, it was quite the doozy. Was a little thing called Hurricane Rita. Yeah, you know the hurricane no one gave a shit about right after TheBigOneAKAKatrina.

We did know that there was a hurricane in the Gulf, but it was predicted to hit to our west right up until it didn’t. Someone we knew from that area was actually evacuating to here when they started telling people to turn back . Plus, we are far enough north that even when a hurricane does hit land on our coast, we usually end up just getting a few thunderstorms, maybe a flash flood warning or two. Nothing unusual for the area.

With Rita, however, we sat and watch it awe as the massive trees in our neighborhood were whipped around like balsa and the roof on the building across from us was torn off and skidding down street. We scrambling that night trying to find something to eat that didn’t require cooking but also most likely hadn’t spoiled in the absence of electricity and the still-sweltering September heat . We coordinated the next day with our friends to exchange showers and air-conditioning, us still having water and them electricity.

We got off relatively easy though. No one we knew was injured, within 48 hours all of our utilities had been restored, other than some tree limbs and some perishables in the fridge, there wasn’t much clean up. There were people in our hometown who were without electricity (unless they brought in generators) for weeks. Many of those displaced by Katrina, still living in shelters, again found themselves without electricity and water.

So ever since I called her the day after Rita and was like “So….that was some weather we had, huh? If only there was some way of knowing about it ahead of time.” she makes sure to keep her almost-28 and married daughter up-to-date on the severe weather forecast.

First post


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After months are procrastinating, backpedaling, teeth-gnashing, redesigning, etc etc, I think I might actually have my ducks in a row and a fully-functional blog again.

Now we shall see if I am up to the challenge of staying motivated to actually write on a fairly regular basic, especially through the anguish of my writing muscles awakening from their current atrophy.