Robin Paul to pay Peter, and where's that leave Jib? I can not tell a jib, twas I, who cut down the Barry tree.
Sigh. Are we waning yet? I'm thinking yes. I was out skiing this evening; same time as always - about seven o'clockish. It's getting that time - the darkness besets the woods earlier, and dang, if it didn't start to get dark in there before I was done. Remembering last fall, and I've either got to start leaving the house sooner, or get headlights for the skis.
Post by thechakramkid on Sept 8, 2006 17:23:39 GMT -6
Well summer is over...Didn't it go fast..Man it seems like it just started...My summer wasn't too good even though i got vacation from both my jobs,,I was too tired to enjoy it fully..Don't get me wrong i did have agood time but it went bye so fast..I spent most of my time at the beach..
Hello there, "kid"! Welcome! Glad you got a little down time.
Yup, summer's winding down. A sure sign of it is the LPGA tourney coming to Tulsa this weekend. Awesome to see many of the greats, including defending champ Annika Sorenstam, in person. The first time we attended was my first golf tourney ever. A golf-loving friend took me there. She'd been tutoring me for a while - who was who, the rules/mechanics of golf - but I still didn't know much. But I knew Annika was one of the greatest to ever tee up, and I knew she was my favorite. We hopped off the shuttle bus, and my friend said, "Let's start by seeing who's at the practice tee." As we approached that area, the crowd parted, and there, about 7 feet from me, was Annika. As I stood there, mouth agape, she took a few more practice swings, gave the crowd a grin and a wave, and walked a way. I was so dazzled, I kept telling my friend, "That was Annika! The greatest player in the world! She was right there!". My friend laughed and said, "Uh, yeah, I know." I could've gone home right then, and been happy. But the day had just begun. It was a thrill seeing many of the biggies, and some of the greats, that day - Karrie Webb, Nancy Lopez, Cristie Kerr, Michelle Wie. But I'll always remember the crowd parting, and being that close to the greatest player in the world. Just magic.
Siren, your post made me smile. I could see the excitement on your face at seeing Annika when I read it.
Didn't it go fast..Man it seems like it just started...
Hi, Chakramkid. I totally agree there - it went way too fast. I always hold on to the seasons as they change, not ready to let any of them go, (except spring - I can never wait for spring to end). Fall is my favorite and always it seems the shortest. But still...not quite ready to say goodbye to summer yet. Though damn, today it was only in the sixties.
But we do have jibbet gravy....
Jibbet gravy on mast-potatoes; whatever floats your boat.
Yay! A pun of mine that actually was understood and made sense! At least was understood; a rare occurance.
And damn, it's cold here. Yesterday was the worst - or among the worst - kind of weather to work outside: cold, windy and wet. The temperature in the fifties - I think it topped out at 61 - with a biting wind off the Lake, and rain off and on throughout the day; it totaled over an inch. I alternated between trying to get my stuff done outside, and working in the office, trying to get my orders in for next spring.
Today: Road Trip! My co-worker and I will be reconnoitering, (I finally get to use that word!), other nurseries up and down the shoreline; checking what they have to offer, their merchandise and prices. We get them in our nursery a lot, but we've never made it a point to visit others. I wanted to make it a spy mission: wear dark glasses with tiny hidden cameras, watches with microphones, and pens that with the push of the button with release a veil of screening smoke. No such luck - the Spys-R-Us equipment store was closed by the time I got there.
Ah well - my black trench coat is at the dry cleaner's anyway.
Well, if you wore a catsuit, don't tell kat. He'll get all distracted.
Wet and cold - is it really that time of year already, Gams? Wow. I think we may get into the 50s tonight. But I'm ready for sweatshirt weather and all that goes with it - football, soccer, Oktoberfest, and more.
I think I've distracted Katina long ago. Nothing so sexy as a catsuit though; it's Phalonese that leaves him befuddled.
As much as I hate to let go, I'm ready for fall too. Yesterday, during the spy mission, we saw that the leaves up north were already starting to change: trees just barely tinged in yellows, reds and oranges. Here, I've seen just a bit of fall colors; one or two maples decked out in orange and red. The tippy top of my smoke tree is a very pretty bright orange, and my neighbor's burning bush has been set afire. I think though, that the colors here are due to the heat, drought and the past week's sudden drop in temperature. It still seems too early to me.
This weekend though, back in the eighties! Or so it's predicted; I'm not holding my breath. The weatherman and I have been at odds for quite some time now. Thinking about going apple picking; the Johnna Golds, and Paula Reds were out last week. The McIntosh should be ready soon. They're my favorite. I bought some at the fruit stand this past weekend, but damn! Too early and they were sour, sour, sour! I suppose I'll have to break down and actually use them for cooking. Cabbage, apples, sausage in apple vinegar and cider, I think. Good fall food.
Who is a subject pronoun; it is used as the subject of a verb. Whom is an object pronoun; it is never used as the subject of a verb.
Jacqueline, whom you may remember from high school, is now a Jeopardy champion.
If you can’t get who and whom straight, try this trick: rephrase the sentence to get rid of who or whom. If you find you’ve replaced who/whom with he, she, or they, who is correct. If you find you’ve replaced who/whom with him, her, or them, then whom is correct.
For example, suppose you have the question Who/whom is the most famous A-list star eating lunch at Elaine’s? Rephrase it: She is the most famous A-list star eating lunch at Elaine’s. Since you’ve used she, you know who is correct in the original question: Who is the most famous A-list star at Elaine’s?
Another example: Vaughn wondered who/whom he would kiss next. Rephrase: Vaughn would kiss her next. Since the rephrased sentence uses her, you know whom is correct: Vaughn wondered whom he would kiss next.
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Summer already? Never would have known it by being out in today's weather. Chilly and rainy, it was more like early spring.
Has anyone seen these Hogzilla things? Great beastly wild hogs of urban legend, or of real news reports, depending on which urban legend you read. Another just made the news recently, or so Hubs informs me. The beast-pig brought down by a bb-gun.
Reminds me of the Wild Kingdom thriving in my own back-yard; Hubs is on the hunt. Not Squirrelzillas he's stalking; he is out for blood this time. Not my Strawberryzillas either; he's already destroyed those.
It is the dreaded Molezilla, and they are running amok.
I believe I read somewhere that if you dig a hole in their tunnel and pour in 'used' cat litter, it will run them off. I could have that mixed up with something else though. I know that 'used' cat litter poured around your home's foundation will keep mice from getting into your house. Also if you plant peppermint & spearmint plants around your home too. They hate that smell as well.
Last Edit: May 26, 2007 21:58:36 GMT -6 by Mini Mia
Used cat litter works for groundhogs; my friend does that. It seems like it'd work for moles too. Wish I would have thought of that before I bought the looks-like-a-worm, smells-like-a-worm, and tastes-like-a-worm poison twenty-some dollar per six-pack poison worm thingies which are supposed to be guaranteed to work. They'd better; I've been selling them at the nursery all year. There seems to be a bumper crop of moles this season.
Cat-litter and fake worms though has got to be better than that contraption that hard-of-hearing neighbor man rigged up a few years ago to drive away the moles: An alarm-clock attached to a pole driven in the ground that rang for twenty-four hours everyday until the thing gave out. All of his neighors breathed a collective, loud in the new found silence, sigh of relief.....until he rigged up another.
He went through three alarm clocks that summer. Caught one mole. The rest migrated to our yard.
If I had to kill to eat, I'd be a vegetarian. We raised hogs for several years, and my sister and I got in the fenced-in area and played all day. Hogs are very intelligent, and just as lovable as a dog or cat. If I ever go hunting, it'll be with a camera.