my big question of the day is do they make elbow or even opera length gardening gloves? my arms are all scratched up and vaguely allergicly reacting.
I've got a work-around that works really well. I wear a long sleeved denim shirt that's enough protection against almost everything. My regular gardening gloves are these (though I'm not sure if they're the ones at the top of the page or third from the bottom). They are the. best. gardening. gloves. ever. The local serious/professional hardware & lumber store sells them (as opposed to the home renovation store, like, say Orchard Supply) for work gloves. I don't know why all the gardening stores don't sell them because the knit cuff and flexible but impenetrable palm/fingers make them better than almost all others.
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Heya Bitches! Missed you guys.
Yay for Sean's work, the circumcision discussion was amusing (I saw my first real live uncut one not three months ago, during Take Me Out), and I hope all is well.
Had a good weekend with meara - Friday, we went to the opening of His Girl Friday at the Guthrie and then hooked up with another friend of hers to go to Twilight, a monthly lesbian event. Saturday, we toured the Mill City Museum and went to Bondage A Go-Go at Ground Zero to dance and watch the bondage show. She left amazingly early this morning, and should be home by now. There are pictures of meara in her FABOO corset and super-short skirt as well as me in my gothy prom dress, I just need to get around to uploading them, and it's feckin' hot in the computer room.
wear a long sleeved denim shirt that's enough protection against almost everything.
I get way too hot - even when it is on the chillier side I might start with long sleeves but I end up in short sleeves. However, with all the spiders out here - and the fact that some plants make me itch I have convinced my self to wear gloves most of the time. though it often ends up with only one glove on.
ION...
OWWWWW. I ache. esp. my right hand. Note to self - when it starts to hurt when useing the clippers - stop. do not adjust your grip so you can keep going and hurt more of your hand.
Am back from Minneapolis, but I stayed up all nigth and then slept from noon til seven. This is a problem for the "getting to work on time" tomorrow concept. Doh. However, I had a fabulous fabulous time (ooh, and now I read juliana's post--we did indeed! And I have pictures!)
trained opera singer and the voice of The Count in the Arabic translation of Sesame Street? Not helping to squish the inappropriate crush.
Sounds like an entirely appropriate crush to me! Sorry the dateboy isn't working out though. :(
Everytime I meet somebody, ANYWHERE, these days, part of me is wondering if we're meeting-cute
Aww. I feel that.
Also, I have chocolate all over me, because I made chocolate-dipped strawberries for a party tonigh
Teppy needs someone to lick that off her.
perhaps discuss, at length, why I find religious faith an attractive quality in a mate despite my deep lack of it.
Sounds interesting, when you manage to get it out on paper computer, I wanna see!
got a stanley knife and some germoline, or something along those lines, and chopped off a bit of his old fella. That's Yorkshiremen for you - stoic and independent and more than a wee bit insane
Fay, that's insane. Dear god.
And since I don't go around looking at penises, I don't really have a point of comparison
Hee. For some reason this amuses me. Also, that the whole cut/uncut discussion was happening. A little different than our usual bitches talk, lately.
I went to a great gay club last night. In Raleigh, North Carolina!
You should've called up smonster, Gloomcookie! (And, looks like others have wisely already suggested this)
It's a wonder people ever have sex.
Alcohol, man. It works WONDERS.
Note to self - when it starts to hurt when useing the clippers - stop. do not adjust your grip so you can keep going and hurt more of your hand.
Oh yeah, been there, done that. The other one? Don't garden wearing flip-flops, even if you're only pulling a weed here and there. It'll turn into more. ow ow ow! STOP AND PUT REAL SHOES ON.
This is the third time this guy in the work chain ahead of me has dumped 10s of projects on me mid-afternoon on the Friday before I'm taking a Monday and Tuesday off on vacation, where project managers are waiting anxiously for their work to get my special touch before it goes back to them. I'm nearly done, but man. I'm not doing this again, work-guilt/responsibility or no.
Damn, meara.
Those are some pictures.
I've never been to those places.
Damn, meara. Those are some pictures
Well, it was quite an evening. :)
who is literally living my nightmare, only with more sorrow, less horror.
Thanks, Plei... I hope that the stress dream never ever comes back. This weekend was definitely not made any easier what with the whole, "Am I done yet?" bit going on.
billytea, insent. And thank you...
This morning I did actually manage to get up early and go to the farmer's market though. I have freesia which is happy making. And Ambien (not from the farmer's market) which I hope will be sleepy making.
I just watched Moby Dick: The True Story. Rooted for the whale.
