Itapos;s 50 outside, 65 in my house, I even have sleeves on But Iapos;m getting a bit warm while I drink tea. I worked out in the yard almost all day yesterday. Iapos;m even counting going to the grocery store (before the church people) what is it with church people they have to hog up the restaurants or the grocery stores on Sundays? heh. After lunch I went to Marvinapos;s Gardens, yup thatapos;s the guys real name, and they never got the Monopoly reference when I pointed it out to them, telling them how cute (when they first opened) if they used the same format from the game for the sign. Anyways. I bought manure, violas, and wave petunias (I kept calling them rave petunias, again no one gets me) some of the violas I got are purple black. I call them goth flowers, Iapos;ve decided not to put them in the ground but in pots so I can see them out my kitchen window. I cleaned out one vegetable bed and have it ready for planting, Iapos;m still killing ants in the other two. Sigh, I really hate this waging war with ants dammit. That and cats. I fucking hate cats that shit in my flower beds and I grab up a handful while cleaning them out. I clipped stuff that had gone wayward, watered a bit and figure out my neighbors dog is indeed a pit bull. Heapos;s chewed up two fence boards and dug under enough to almost fit his whole body there. Iapos;ve had enough. I asked IB to talk to the Mayor (theyapos;re best buds) and find out about turning him in while remaining anonymous - our city has a law about pit bulls, they have to be in pins. The dog is so aggressive, he puts his head under the fence and barks at me. It makes working in the yard more aggravating then therapeutic. Sometimes it looks like heapos;s going to put out his eye and it gets pretty red from all the digging he does at me when I walk by. Iapos;ve tried making friends. I rescued his balls for him and gave them back, I give him Bruapos;s treats, but none of it works, he still wants to kill me - or at least the part of the yard he can reach.
Iapos;m to be in a book. The author is interviewing people and takes a picture of them and a favorite object. Iapos;ve decided to go with my saddle. Having a horse was the biggest dream I had as a child and I promised myself it would be the first thing I would buy when I grew up. Ok so I was 35 by the time I grew up, but it was still a promise to myself fulfilled. I canapos;t decide if I want to do the riding boots and spurs as well, I was always sorry I never got a picture of me in riding gear. LOL I canapos;t get the boots on without pull up hooks or take them off without a heel wedge, I guess I could ask her to pull them off for me before she goes.
I have a massage appointment this morning, Iapos;m gonna need it after the yard work yesterday and today. I really need to get in better shape, this getting old nonsense has got to stop.
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