Huh?

I can't decide if it looks more like a potful of parasites or really poorly made linguine. Details to follow...

Parasitic Linguine, maybe?

And I Don't Even LIKE Geraniums.

I was in conversation on a walk the other day and was asked what my favorite flower was. I listed off 5 or 6 in rapid succession and then just as rapidly, the same amount of those that I don't like. These are geraniums that I took a picture of at the gardens one morning on a walk with my mom. I guess I can palate these geraniums.


Flowers I do like, Tulips (Around my birthday bought from a store but not when they bloom in spring. Novelty in February, over it by May.), Blue/Purple Delphiniums (They are almost ready to bloom at my house--yay!), red, red, red poppies....no, wait, I lie. I like poppies in generally--they are one of my favorites, but especially poppies. Peonies, also ready to bloom. Butterfly Weed, the orange variety. Purty. Hollyhocks, but only the old fashion single bloom, not the double hybrid one (It looks too much like a carnation or mum.) Oh and lilacs (love the smell). And lavender. And lilies of the valley. Cosmos are fun because they look like a flower that a kid would draw.


Flowers on my Not Love List: Geraniums (everyone has them...), carnations, mums, marigolds (stink-eee.), most roses, petunias, impatiens (worked at a garden center and spent my days dead heading those buggers. Not fun.), lilies (stinky and funeral-ly.), and day lilies but not because they stink...because everyone has them. Oh, and anything I can easily kill. I lust for the positive reinforcement of a plant in my care successfully living to see another day of sun and potential overwatering by moi.

I am a picky gardener. One area where I am not wishy-washy in the least.

I Know........I Know.

I have no real reason. "End of the school year" kind of holds water. Does "Spring fever" work? Sure, I guess. But, I am back to check in now........anybody out there?

Here is something for your viewing pleasure....I am not super into this kind of dancing, but this, this I liked watching. I like observing people doing what they love to do and do it well for that reason.


I just want to bite those dimples. Those of you that know me, know that cute babies and sundry cuteness in general make me want to bite. I am not sure why.

I don't think that I would ever actually bite a child with fatty sausage roll legs or this kid's dimples, but my husband has been known to throw out the precursory warning before seeing potential cuteness, "Now remember...what do we not bite even though they are super cute beyond belief?"

And I am forced to reply in a petulant, somewhat confused-somewhat embarrassed monotone, "Babies and cute kids. We don't bite babies."

And then he says, satisfactorily, "That's right. No biting babies."

And then we go. Is there a name for this? A clinical term? A condition like dry scalp or allergies that I could take a pill for and be a tad more socially functional.....or at least without reminders?

Maybe I shouldn't have stayed away so long...looks what it has led to: random confessions and a overuse of dot, dot, dots.

Name the movie: "Good day, sir.----I said Good Day!"