Rue, if you want to know more about mulch, you should ask the world’s greatest mulch expert, the Prince Of Chichester. Or Groo. Or a mendicant. Whatever.
I did not spread mulch or garden this weekend. However, we do use the splintery kind of beaty bark or mulch. You always need to wear gloves when you garden or else you get all the teeny, tiny little splinters all over your hands and then they bother you.
We did pick up our boat this weekend and bought tons of crap to go with it. After we got the boat home I said to hubby, “You know what we forgot?” He said, “What?”. I replied, “We forgot the STOOPIT anchor”. So, we still have to buy an anchor.
Anyway, we took her out on her maiden voyage yesterday and got sunburned. Well, I’m just a little tiny bit pink, the hubby is RED, RED, RED. We had a lot of fun just cruising around the lake and doing the occasional still fishing. Didn’t catch anything, but it was still fun.
I’m back at work (boo!), so I have a ton of crap to catch up on.
Other than that I got bupkus.
I haven’t started gardening yet. I’d love a vegetable garden, or a fragrant herb garden, or maybe some rosebushes and clustering ivy…
…but we basically have a shoebox-sized square of, well, mulch in the backyard. Woe.
It’s good for our dog to dig though, lets her work off steam–and then we can spray her with the hose and get her all wet and hyper. 
We have cypress mulch down here.
It doesn’t smell like poo. It smells like cypress. Plus you can get the mulch that’s dyed red. It looks very pretty against the green leaves of the plants.
No, no, I know everything I need to know about mulch. Which is, technically, how to spread it around. They have different kinds of mulch? Like I care. They have spray painted mulch that comes in different colors? Again, not with the caring.
When the Little Woman says “we need mulch” I just say “OK” and that’s the end of my mulch involvement until said mulch is in our actual yard. (I know you can have a guy with a dumptruck (usually a guy, but girls can drive dumptrucks too) show up at your house and they dump you out a big pile of mulch or you can get it by the bag. But this isn’t something I really ponder all that much.) She can worry about all the different types, I just know it’s going to smell like poo (Hey, Scout! Poo, poo, poo, poo!) although the dumptruck mulch is less poo-ish smelling.
You know, most flower-growing things smell of poo, not just bag mulch. Fertilizer smells very poo-ish. Plant food (which fertilizer is a sub-set of, I guess) smells all poo-ish (at least the blue powder we (not so much the “me” in that “we”) got last time), although it was more poo-and-chemicals smelling. Manure smells like poo of course seeing whereas that’s what it is, but oddly not as much as you’d figure. Compost can smell poo-y too, but not so much. You want plants, you have to get all this poo-smelling stuff and then you have pretty smelling flowers. It’s just weird.
I hope your bupkus clears up soon Taters. Maybe you can get a cream for it?
And how swampy continues to use “public” without ‘inadvertantly’ dropping a letter out of that word.
Tee hee, Rue!
This weekend was a decent one. Some boring stuff, and I felt grumpy on Saturday. But I gave BSMF a key to my condo. So there’s that.
No gardening for me as I worked all weekend as I was on call that and I live in a kinda townhouse/apartment so other people do that stuff for me and we still have snow on the the ground here which hasn’t melted from last Thursday.
That and I got offered my bosses job on Friday (he is transfered) so I have spent all weekend in a bit of a dilemma. Take it don’t take I don’t know. I have to let them know tomorrow so I am in the middle of writing out a pros & cons list. Grown up decisions are not fun!
I don’t grow much of anything, but I have a lovely layer of cedar mulch all around my yard. It prevents the only ting that I can grow from growing, i.e. weeds. My neighbor Gary does basic yardwork for me, the neighborhood got together and decided that would be best for all concerned. This is great, because he keeps the yard looking really sharp, but it also means that, slowyl but surely, I’m losing one section of lawn in my backyard. It’s being “trimmed” and “edged” out of existence. I don’t know why. Gary just seems to trim most things to within an inch of its life, but this one area he seems intent of shrinking away, inch by inch.
I don’t grow vegetables at all. I once had a lovely bunch of coconuts, and yes, no bananas, but I put the lime in the coconut and that was the end of that. I won’t sit under the apple tree alone, and April in Paris is much too expensive. I thank the Lord for the night time whenever I have cherry, cherry pie, but his little green apples can stay on the trees for all I care. If I’d known you were going to leave the cake out in the rain, I never would have baked a cake. And singing in the rain is no excuse, even if it was a flower drum song. If you put Lucy in the sky with diamonds, she better have diamonds on the soles of her shoes as well, or the peace train will just leave the station without any of you. Getting back to being hungry like a tiger, you man-eater,you, when you order the blue plate special make sure nobody steps on you blue suede shoes. A lovin’ spoonful of sugar helps on a Monday, Monday, or you could try a little tenderness. It’s not as good my sweet potato pie, but somewhere, over the rainbow maybe, whoever’s serving tea to the tillerman had better make sure to make the bitter batter better with butter.
Parkay!
In southern MD, schools sell bags of mulch as a fund raiser - all of 'em seem to from late March thru April. I didn’t buy any - not because I don’t support the schools, but because I’m not going to mulch this year. Maybe next year. Maybe not. I’m not making any promises.
And my baby’s surgery went fine, except we found out that anesthesia makes her puke. (Wow, poo and puke in the same thread!!) So she was in recovery for almost 90 minutes before I was allowed to go back. She drank a little water, then got up and walked around, and they let her go. All told. we were gone around 6 hours. Not bad. She’s sleeping now, and I expect she’ll continue to sleep most of today and tomorrow.
Looks like our land deal closes tomorrow, which is a day sooner than we’d expected. So that’s good. And if my young 'un is up and about soon, I could be out of here by Thurs.
As for last weekend. my spousal unit accompanied me to my pottery class. He asked to try to throw a pot. He made a really nice vase. I was impressed. So was the teacher. He (my sweetie) and I are planning to take a class together next fall. So pottery will abound. Then after class, I drove till last night. Not much of a weekend.
Happy Monday!
Kally, go easy on the coffee.
The amazing thing is that I knew every song you referenced.
I did nothing this weekend. I was going to say I did bupkus this weekend, but it seems Taters kept it all to herself this weekend. I did manage to solve about 30 more Free Cell screens, and picked up the first five volumes of Stephen Donaldson’s Thomas Covenant series. That’s my next reading project.
YAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Kalley’s back! Where ya bin, womin?
bumba, you’re crackin’ me up today.
Luckily, I can say that mulching and gardening are not in my marital position description. I leave alla that to Mr. Anachi as it’s his hobby afterall. I DID buy him a real nice flower encyclopedia on Friday at Borders. I had $75.00 worth of gift certificates I needed to spend so I got me some good book type stuff.
On a related note, the Michael Chrichton book was so-so on the story line but really interesting if you are concerned with global warming and the environment. He ends it with a section of bullet points about many of the misconceptions people have.
My weekend was a three-dayer. I took Friday off so me and BarbeeDoll[sup]TM[/sup] could go spec out an assisted living facility for the Grampuses that is much, much closer to our houses than the one they are in now. It was very nice, even has a pool. I took the brochure out to the Grampuses on Saturday morning. They are pretty excited and want to see the available units.
The rest of Saturday and Sunday was the usual round of chores but I did try a new recipe for some chicken on Sunday night that was scrumptious. I got the recipe from my new cook book for appetizers and party food. The recipe was for boneless chicken chunks that’re breaded in bread crumbs, fresh parsley, and parmesan cheese then drizzled with olive oil and baked. Very yummy.
I don’t have bupkus, either. I was innoculated for that in the third grade.
Tupug
Yay! I’m glad ThePerfectChild[sup]TM[/sup] got surgicalized ok. It’s better she puked than pooed. You can tell her that for me when she’s feeling better. It’ll cheer her up.
Ya know usually when poo and puke get mentioned together somebody’s either talking about an infant or a sick pet. We may have set a new record here folks!
scout cool about giving BSMF a key to the condo. ACBG does not have a key to my house but he knows the code to open the garage door which leads to the door to the kitchen which I don’t lock cause the garage door is down. I have a key to give him, just haven’t yet. I got a key to his house. It’s on a key chain that has a bottle opener on it. He said that made him feel all special knowing I could unlock his house and use the keychain to open beer bottles. He’s such a softy!
I forgot! Hey Kalley LTNS! Might want to lay off the chocolate or speed or whatever that is you’re having there.
I’m munching on ridiculous quantities of chocolate-covered coffee beans, so I’ll probably be more wired than Kally soon! And they’re not even good chocolate-covered coffee beans–it’s not dark chocolate, and it’s not even very good chocolate, and the beans are hard. Next time, I’ll get my coffee beans somewhere else. But they’re very caffiene-y, so that’s a good thing.
Puggy, your chicken sounds scrumptious! I think we should have an official MMP cookbook, so we can share all these good recipes.
Just a couple more coffee beans, and then I’ll stop. I promise.
IMHO, mulching should not be mentioned in the “marital position” conversation. However, whatever people want to do behind closed doors is OK by me. I’m just thinking that mulch might add a rather unpleasant aspect to the marital duty thing. Ha, I said duty. Dooty. Poo. Mulch. It’s all a bit too much to swallow right now. Yech, did I just say that?
You all need to get your mulch from Hershey; they sell bags of the cocoa nib thingies as mulch and it makes your garden smell like chocolate. Honest, my mom bought some and her yard smelled delicious. Me, I do not mulch because succulents pretty much do not appreciate such things and that’s what I grow for the most part.
I have a few herbs like rosemary, chammomile, catnip, mint, and two, count 'em, *two * kinds of variegated sage. They will all be dead in a month because if the whitefly doesn’t get 'em, the heat will. It’s okay, I just regard them as annuals and plant everything in the opposite season. Like my beets are pretty much done and the flower box of bachelor’s buttons and sweetpeas and such are blooming their last before you guys are hardly started.
A friend of mine once gave me a bag of ZooDoo, which is exactly what you think. I made manure tea and my plants were very happy. Swampy, I bet that free mulch for the public comes from stuff like the works dept. tree trimming and park mowing. Around here they use old ground up christmas trees for their public mulching purposes. The bermuda grass chortles evilly as it grows through the mulch anyway.
My weekend was mildly sucky and then I got into a fight with this complete jackass who works here. He insulted my teaching, though he probably didn’t mean to, and then tried to say I was too sensitive instead of apologizing. Right, he said something so rude everybody else at the table gasped in horror and I’m too sensitive. And he wonders why he has only one friend and people leave the room when he enters. Why did he have to poo on my morning? Not even good useful poo for gardens.
No mulch for me this week–I’m at the beach! Yes, somebody had to do it, and this week, it is me.
I love vacation! What is it about having that third day on a weekend that makes it seem so carefree? And I got 4 more free days, and then another weekend!
I like this. I really, really like this.
The ocean keeps changing. First it is dirty brown, then green-blue, then it has steaks of bright blue, then it is all blue, then it turns green again, and then it is mottled light and dark blue, so that you think you are in the Caribbean or something. All within hours, and sometimes, minutes. Good work, ocean!
Can you tell I’m happy?
We like those very quiet vacations. I have ambitions of actually being bored. Haven’t got there yet, but there are still 4 more days until next weekend!
So: I pooh on your poo! We are eating barbecue! Are you jealous yet? It is my turn to be the envied one! Happy happy happy.
ems, I just did the whole job-decision thing a couple weeks ago (still haven’t heard back about the possible new position though) so I know what you’re going through. Good luck with it, whatever you decide!