I hope I get an intestinal parasite
Today was not as jam packed with adventure as yesterday, but I did manage to get a sunburn. I'm lily white, so that's not very hard.
This morning I went out onto the front porch and noticed that my sweet olives, my favorite of all my plants, were looking a little parched. Then I noticed that most of the loropetlums and gardenias were looking a little parched as well. I hadn't checked them recently because there have been a couple of good storms and I assumed everyone got a drink.
So I decided to give everyone a good soak. While I was at it, I pulled a bunch of grasses and weeds that were growing in the beds. I got down on my hands and knees and pulled and pulled and pulled. That is hard work, and I never thought I would enjoy it, but for some reason it is very satisfying. It makes me feel good. Well, except when I grab something with stickers on it. After the weeds were gone I gave all of the bushes a good long soak with the water hose. This sounds like a job that would take about fifteen minutes, but there are about 40 plants so it really takes close to an hour if you are thorough, and I was very thorough today because I was concerned about the health of our pretty new landscaping.
After everything had been watered and weeded, I decided that I needed to spray Round-Up on the weeds that are growing through the cracks in the driveway. We have a fairly long driveway, two carports (one is attached to the house, the other to the shop), a turn-around, and a garage. So there's a lot of concrete out there, it's about 25 years old, and it's got more crack than the city of Memphis. It has really started to look worse in the last year or two, but what can you do about it? I can't imagine how many thousands of dollars it would take to rebuild all of that. Maybe there is some way of repairing it and sealing it or something. Anyway, I sprayed all the concrete busting weeds. By the time that was done, I had been outside working for about 3 hours. It was the hottest part of the day, so I decided to take a break.
The one task I was supposed to accomplish today was finishing the lawn that TH started mowing yesterday. TH got most of the yard done yesterday on the gigantic riding mower, but someone has to get out the weed eater and the push mower and do the fun parts. I fully intended to go back out there and get back to work once it cooled off a bit, but I didn't. I was clean and showered, and the sunburn I got this morning was feeling a little bit tender. Plus, since the stupid plumber called yesterday and said it's gonna be ANOTHER two weeks before they can fix our problems, I'm still making trips to the laundromat, which means I'm not exactly eager to dirty up another set of clothes on a second round of yard work. The stuff I wore this morning was icky, and I didn't want to put it back on.
So tomorrow I'll be doing yard work again.
What I did today is a classic example of my tendency to set out to do one thing, and end up doing something completely different.
After I got cleaned up, I was hawngry. Not hungry, but hawngry, and there wasn't anything in the house that I could eat without spending at least an hour cooking. Since I wasn't in the mood for yet another bowl of Cheerios, I went to a Mexican place down the road. They are renowned for sucking, but I figured it would be cheap and fast. So I went and ate tamales and a side of beans, drank some sweet tea (I'm livin' on the edge-- I usually get unsweet. Either way, at least it didn't have soap in it for once), and watched the landing of the space shuttle, Atlantis. For some reason, that was much more interesting to watch over a plate of tamales at the Mexican restaurant than it would've been on my couch.
After lunch, I felt fat and lazy even though I didn't eat much. Their tamales are tiny and I only ate two. I guess it was the knowledge that I'd just broken the vows that TH and I took a few weeks ago to not give in and eat junk food, but for some reason I felt I had earned it. You know, because I actually worked this morning. This is where I'm at right now, people. I've become a fat, lazy, good for nothing fatass who thinks she deserves a tamale for watering the plants. I felt bad about it, so in true fatass form, I took a nap.
A long one.
Then I spent about two hours not folding the giant pile of laundry in my bedroom floor, and at midnight I'm going to meet TH at a bar downtown where we are going to see an obnoxiously loud punk band that he likes. He's going straight there from work, but he said he would only go if I went with him because he didn't want to look like the creepy old dude in the bar. In scrubs.
I gotta go find my ear plugs.
This morning I went out onto the front porch and noticed that my sweet olives, my favorite of all my plants, were looking a little parched. Then I noticed that most of the loropetlums and gardenias were looking a little parched as well. I hadn't checked them recently because there have been a couple of good storms and I assumed everyone got a drink.
So I decided to give everyone a good soak. While I was at it, I pulled a bunch of grasses and weeds that were growing in the beds. I got down on my hands and knees and pulled and pulled and pulled. That is hard work, and I never thought I would enjoy it, but for some reason it is very satisfying. It makes me feel good. Well, except when I grab something with stickers on it. After the weeds were gone I gave all of the bushes a good long soak with the water hose. This sounds like a job that would take about fifteen minutes, but there are about 40 plants so it really takes close to an hour if you are thorough, and I was very thorough today because I was concerned about the health of our pretty new landscaping.
After everything had been watered and weeded, I decided that I needed to spray Round-Up on the weeds that are growing through the cracks in the driveway. We have a fairly long driveway, two carports (one is attached to the house, the other to the shop), a turn-around, and a garage. So there's a lot of concrete out there, it's about 25 years old, and it's got more crack than the city of Memphis. It has really started to look worse in the last year or two, but what can you do about it? I can't imagine how many thousands of dollars it would take to rebuild all of that. Maybe there is some way of repairing it and sealing it or something. Anyway, I sprayed all the concrete busting weeds. By the time that was done, I had been outside working for about 3 hours. It was the hottest part of the day, so I decided to take a break.
The one task I was supposed to accomplish today was finishing the lawn that TH started mowing yesterday. TH got most of the yard done yesterday on the gigantic riding mower, but someone has to get out the weed eater and the push mower and do the fun parts. I fully intended to go back out there and get back to work once it cooled off a bit, but I didn't. I was clean and showered, and the sunburn I got this morning was feeling a little bit tender. Plus, since the stupid plumber called yesterday and said it's gonna be ANOTHER two weeks before they can fix our problems, I'm still making trips to the laundromat, which means I'm not exactly eager to dirty up another set of clothes on a second round of yard work. The stuff I wore this morning was icky, and I didn't want to put it back on.
So tomorrow I'll be doing yard work again.
What I did today is a classic example of my tendency to set out to do one thing, and end up doing something completely different.
After I got cleaned up, I was hawngry. Not hungry, but hawngry, and there wasn't anything in the house that I could eat without spending at least an hour cooking. Since I wasn't in the mood for yet another bowl of Cheerios, I went to a Mexican place down the road. They are renowned for sucking, but I figured it would be cheap and fast. So I went and ate tamales and a side of beans, drank some sweet tea (I'm livin' on the edge-- I usually get unsweet. Either way, at least it didn't have soap in it for once), and watched the landing of the space shuttle, Atlantis. For some reason, that was much more interesting to watch over a plate of tamales at the Mexican restaurant than it would've been on my couch.
After lunch, I felt fat and lazy even though I didn't eat much. Their tamales are tiny and I only ate two. I guess it was the knowledge that I'd just broken the vows that TH and I took a few weeks ago to not give in and eat junk food, but for some reason I felt I had earned it. You know, because I actually worked this morning. This is where I'm at right now, people. I've become a fat, lazy, good for nothing fatass who thinks she deserves a tamale for watering the plants. I felt bad about it, so in true fatass form, I took a nap.
A long one.
Then I spent about two hours not folding the giant pile of laundry in my bedroom floor, and at midnight I'm going to meet TH at a bar downtown where we are going to see an obnoxiously loud punk band that he likes. He's going straight there from work, but he said he would only go if I went with him because he didn't want to look like the creepy old dude in the bar. In scrubs.
I gotta go find my ear plugs.
I just CANNOT believe you went back to that nasty Mexican restaurant after the last visit (well, the last one I remember, anyway). You are a braver woman than I am, Gunga Dinn!
Posted by
Anonymous |
8:58 AM
Was the Mexican guy there that kept checking you out last time?
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:09 AM
Christi-- I can't either, but I had been told by several people that there was a new manager there, and new wait staff, so I gave it a shot. It was pretty good, and the service was 100% improved. There was only one staff member there that I recognized, and she is one of the ones who didn't suck. All they have to do to keep me happy is not give me soapy drinks, show me porn, or let the horny cook harass me while I eat. I'll probably go back again in the near future to see if the bad elements really are gone. If they are, I'll go back. If they're not, I won't.
Damnyank-- Didn't see him! I think he has gone to work at another place across town, in Hattiesburg.
Posted by
Mommy Needs a Xanax |
2:21 PM
Not to nit-pick or anything, but 100% improvement from zero is still zero. But hey, when you're at rock bottom, the only place left to go is up... unless, you know, the place was on fire or they served you arsenic in your tea or something.
My point though, is that it wasn't junk food. Tamales are made from corn, which we all know is a healthy vegetable. In fact, tamales are so chock-full of corn-y goodness, they're even wrapped in corn husks! How's that for healthy, eh?
And the beans? More healthiness! Those guys are just magical little protein pills, don't you know.
Now don't you feel better? I know I do. (guess what I had for dinner last night)
Posted by
Stewed Hamm |
11:03 AM