Happy Barbthday!
Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
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quester - Aug 25, 2010 6:45:19 pm PDT #113 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Spidra Webster - Aug 25, 2010 6:46:18 pm PDT #114 of 30000
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
Happy birthday, Barb!
While in the hell we mortals call the DMV today, I read the printout I got last night of the either proposed or passed So Pasadena Municipal Code section on community gardens. It's 3 pages of bureaucracy applied to anything called a community garden whether it's on private land or public land. You must have a Level 1 EPA soil test conducted by a state or federally accredited lab (even though private landowners don't have to test their soil to eat their own produce...). You must have this kind of fence but not that kind of fence. It must be higher than xx but not higher than xx. Where it meets private property it must now be made out of xx but not xx and be this high exactly. You can have no structure whatsoever on the property (so you must haul your tools to the garden with you every time regardless of whether you own a car, are disabled, etc). You must be there no earlier than dawn and no later than dusk. You must...etc. etc.
I understand that neighbors want good neighbors, but this stuff is so onerous and bureaucratic it takes all the fun out of gardening. I'm so discouraged I feel like just helping out with some of the research and then bowing out because I'm not up for the corporatizing of what is a therapeutic and beautiful pastime for me.
smonster - Aug 25, 2010 6:49:20 pm PDT #115 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Home now. So tired. Need to shower and pack and scoop litter pans. Considering doing it all in the morning. Feh.
yep, doing it in the morning. Zen, mos def still need a wakeup call. Grazie.
meara - Aug 25, 2010 7:10:12 pm PDT #116 of 30000
Hee. I like "barbthday".
I have also seen the "needs replaced" etc, but probably wouldn't use it myself.
I need to do some work, and don't wanna. Also, I felt all proud that I worked out this morning, but three doughnuts and a thing of gummy bears later, any benefit is long gone...
quester - Aug 25, 2010 7:16:41 pm PDT #117 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Hee. I like "barbthday".
I wasn't quite sure how it was going to turn out as I was typing it. :-D
beth b - Aug 25, 2010 7:41:50 pm PDT #118 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Happy birthday Barb
Typo Boy - Aug 25, 2010 7:43:07 pm PDT #119 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
I will shamelessly steal a good line: Happy Barbday.
Vortex - Aug 25, 2010 7:58:01 pm PDT #120 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Lee - Aug 25, 2010 8:15:44 pm PDT #121 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday, Barb!
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
That was cool.
Barb - Aug 25, 2010 8:16:24 pm PDT #122 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Aw, thanks so much guys! And I love Barbthday-- that's pretty awesome.
It's been a lovely, relaxing day, with part of it spent finishing up some school shopping for Abby, but then had a great dinner (with a massive piece of pie for dessert...) and then shopping for me, whereupon Mom bought me a gorgeous pair of Frye boots.
And I got a six month membership to a yoga studio, so I can go back to regular classes and hopefully, get my ass and other body parts into my wardrobe and quit feeling quite so slothful.
All in all, a Good Day, made better by all the lovely birthday wishes.