New Laptop

Hi there,

I've joined the growing trend in computer ownership. I now have a laptop. Now don't judge me because it took this long for me to keep up with the rest of the world. I'm a little behind the times.

Take care

Vegetarian or not

I’m going to become a vegetarian again. I was a modified vegetarian back in high school which was twenty some years ago. Back then I mostly ate Doritos and Dr. Pepper which led to weight gain. Something I forgot to eat while being a vegetarian . . . vegetables! Back then I could take or leave veggies but now, being older and wiser (ha), I really like veggies and there’s really no vegetable that I don’t like. Okay, when pressed, I don’t particularly care for peas or creamed corn (we had this a lot when I was growing up). Isn’t it funny how our childhood plays a big part in what we eat now as adults?

Someone asked why I wanted to be a vegetarian. My reason is not to be healthy although that’s a good reason. I take the highway to work everyday and on most mornings I see a cattle truck which is taking cows to slaughter and I cry every single time I see one of those trucks. Yeah, maybe I’m weak hearted but I think I’m more sentimental.

BTW: My next blog is going to be about swearing. I’m working out the details but it will be up faster than this entry. Please note that the entry won’t be for the faint of heart because there’s going to be a lot of F bombs.

Take care.

It's Not a Dog World

One of our congressmen is trying to get a law passed that will allow dogs into our city parks. I can't help but wonder why they aren't allowed in the first place. People are saying that it's the bad ownership ie. people who don't clean up after their dogs.

I have a difficult time with children in parks. My problem with sharing the park with children is really not with the children at all but their parents who lack the ability to discipline their charges. Many times I have gone to a park and have had my quiet time interrupted by screaming children. And where are the parents? Good question. They are right there within ear shot and ignoring their children. Please do not think that I dislike children because I like children. My problem is with their parents.

These same parents are the ones who don't want dogs in their park because of the mess they may leave behind. Here's what I propose: Let's have parks where children are not allowed and parks where dogs are not allowed. I think the parks where dogs are allowed will be full of happy people and the parks where children are allowed will be full of screaming kids and frazzled parents.

Here's the gist of what I'm saying, I would rather put up with crap than put up with screaming.

This and That

I'm having difficulty in my life. What I mean is that I have something on my mind that I can't quite get rid of and this something is bad. I don't want to mention this here because I'm hoping that it will go away and I don't want to see it again here. Yet I think it would be good to get this off my chest. I just typed the whole thing out on here and deleted it because it did help but I just don't want it staring at me in the future. I know that I'm not making any sense but that's me in a nutshell. I never make sense.

I'll write again when I'm in a better frame of mind.

Take care.

Answers

Someone asked me where the picture on my post is from. It's a picture I took when I was in Germany a few years ago. It's taken on the balcany of the hotel I stayed at and I was out there drinking my tasse kaffe (cup of coffee) and reading my book and I thought "what a beautiful scene" so I snapped a picture with my ultra cheap throw away camera. I had fun in Germany but was a little affraid to use my German. Learning the language and speaking it are very different animals. I hope this answers some questions.

Take care.

Fuzzy Little Creatures

I'm terribly afraid of anything that has more than four legs.
With that being said, I found a centipede on my bedroom wall! Ick!
Those things travel fast (I think that's because they have, like, a zillion legs!) I remember the first time I saw a centipede. I was nine years old and I was laying on the living room floor about four feet from the TV watching some show when a two incher (trust me, I'm not exaggerating) came running right in front of me. Not only did I move quickly, but I never, ever watched TV in that position again.

The next time I saw a centipede was when my sister and I went to an open house. We were walking around in the basement and Sister opened up a door to a small room. She turned on the light switch and there on the wall was a massive one. I kid you not, at least four inches long and hairy, very hairy. We both screamed and the realtor asked if we had just seen a spider. My reply was, "I wish". I didn't buy that house. I like to think that it was because the kitchen was small and the windows needed replacing and there was no dryer hookup but I know the real reason. I didn't want to share my house with that mondo centipede!

Take care,
Pamela

Delayed

Hi,

It has been a busy summer. Now comes the time to dig up the plants that need dividing and give them away - hopefully. I have iris's galore that I started to divide last night and let me tell you, they are the most difficult things to dividie. I had my garden fork (bigger than a house fork), my pruning shears and a serrated knife. In the end I used all three and still had problems. Those darn iris's do not want to divide! I need to dig up more iris's (which I'm really looking forward to) and replant some poorly placed hosta's. There's more that needs to be done but I don't want to tire you out.

Have you been to the Wednesday night farmer's market? We went about a month ago and had a blast. How can you go wrong with good produce, good food, wine and live music.

I will write again soon.