Everyone all at once: AWWW! 

ahh, sunshine 

crouching bunny, growing iris 

worst impression of an iris I've ever seen 

say hello to my little friend 

I had to throw this one in here 

A face everyone can love. 

the water needs raking 

Close-up of forsythia 

Some big-assed birds resting 

This one was busted up in the first heavy snow of the winter. All the wet snow pulled all the braches down. 

more drive-by 

Forsythia 

some drive-by's of spring blooms! 

Pick it! You know you want to... 

You can hear all the bark peelings flapping in the wind like little flags. 

It was a nice day to take pictures too. Look at that sky! 

I love these trees, they're so tall yet craggy at the same time. 

More walnut trees... 

Black Walnut tree. First to lose it's leaves and last to get them back. 

Time to tell the What Not To Wear people to SUCK IT

Ladies and gentlemen, we have come full circle. Straight and tapered leg jeans are in again. The show What Not To Wear, BBC and American version been hammering into our heads that nothing is acceptable other than flare-leg pants. Throw out all the rest! Only flare-leg, people. Personally, I outgrew my tapered-leg jeans after high school in the early 90's. So I had to get rid of those, then came straight-leg, and my favorite, carpenter and stove-pipe leg for the the skaters. Then came this rash, or infection of make-over shows. Flare-leg only people! Take the emphasis off that booty! And I hate to admit, I bought into this, and actually purchased ONE pair of jeans. I wore my straight-leg stuff everywhere, and the flare-leg were for going out with my gal pals, which honestly only happens about three times a year. But looking around, I see it didn't take hold in the business-casual workplace. And honestly, the look is not for everybody. I haven't seen anyone over 35 wearing them either. Along with straight legs, with waistlines are going back up again also. Thank god. When I see crack, I smell shit and that's all I have to say about that. So get them tapered-leg jeans out if you can fit into them and show off that butt that's covered enough to leave something to the imagination!

This one's for you, Mitch

Mitch Hedberg died not too long ago, and I'll try to avoid saying anything that's been said before. He was my favorite comedian. He didn't attack the audience, he wasn't pissed-off saracastic. I really liked what little work he did before he died. I never got to see him in person, I would have been all over that if I had the chance. I looked forward to new material from him. He really came across as a happy, friendly person. His website was loaded with pictures that fans submitted that they took with him. I looked forward to having my picture taken with him. My husband and I quote him all the time, even before his untimely death. His observances on life and things made him compared to Steven Wright. The only difference is I can actually imagine hanging out with Mitch. If Steven Wright wanted to hang out, I'd call the police.

Today's Standoff Du Jour. 

"My friend asked me if I wanted a frozen banana, I said no, but I want a regular banana later, sooo...yeah". --Mitch Hedberg 

Well, That's One Way To Unclutter Your Yard!

I live near a busy corner. Loud motorcycles, cars, trucks, sirens, and the occasional funeral procession are all part of the norm. The other day there were a lot of police sirens, then they abruptly stopped. Then came the firetrucks. Two of them! I poked my head between the blinds to see where they were going. The previous police cars had traffic stopped at the intersection, and the firetrucks came barreling through. As soon as they went through the intersection, they shut their sirens off too. So I ran outside to see what was going on, and saw they were at the neighbor's house. We live near the corner, then there's a business right on the corner, then this other house on the other side of the business. One of their cars were on fire, and it was parked next to their house. All the windows were already busted out of it, and about six firefighters surround the car while one or two of them doused it. Then they pryed the hood open and shot water under there too. Then they gave the car a good once-over and they left. This is one of the many non-functioning cars at the house. I've heard from other people they have lots of complaints against them because of all the cars. We've never complained, we figure we'd rather keep it peaceful, and besides, my husband is guilty of having a junk car in our driveway once in a while too. My only real beef with them is they have cats that crap in our yard, and they don't have them fixed. Then the kittens are running around and getting in our garage and crapping in there too. One of the kittens was a beautiful tortoise-shell. We gave that one away. We keep in touch with the new owners, and the kitten is now a spoiled indoor-cat only, while the rest of them are outdoors all the time. Funny, I don't see them come in our yard anymore.

New Pope Requirements

It's time to elect a new pope. Now if it were up to a lot of us, the new one would be about 30, you know, old enough to know trucker hats are a ridiculous fashion statement, has had to work in his life for minimum wage at some point, and had a girlfriend who has told him "honey, I'm LATE this month". Whatever job he has now, doesn't offer health insurance. Let's say his job is 30 minutes away and gas prices are $2.43 a gallon.

I've read Americans are called Cafeteria Catholics. They pick and choose what parts of the religion that's convenient to them. It's called SURVIVAL.

A Little Help From My Friend....Jose Cuervo

I haven't cleaned the house in so long it's pathetic. I'm really embarrassed. When husband's friends stop over, I always ask to "excuse our squalor". The kitchen table is covered in junk mail, and the counters are covered in dirty dishes and party supplies that I have no room for in any cabinet. Theres a shelving unit in the basement just for that purpose, to put stuff that I have no room for upstairs that has yet to be assembled. My mom bought me limes because I asked my dad to bring me some from his trip to Florida. He didn't bring any so my mom saw some at a local store on sale. I also have Cointreau in the cabinet. All I needed was tequila for a margarita. I figured house cleaning would be a lot more fun with a little buzz. If I could at least clean the bathroom, that would be a start! Now with two margaritas under my belt, I sit here writing this...
I went for a massage today. I have really bad knots that needed to be worked out. It was okay, but now I reek of rancid massage oil. It was an okay massage, I've had better. Seems like parts that didn't need much work were worked on far too long, and the knots in my aching back were just barely touched. I've had massages were the knots were the main concern and I felt they were worked out. I feel like they were just merely acknowledged today. I didn't schedule another apointment. By the time I collect enough of husband's beer cans, I'll be able to get another massage, and I'll try somebody different each time. I will report my findings.