not what it appears
friday, april 23rd, 2010
the Blue Thistle (Echinops banaticus) is a beautiful flower and highly-recommended for any garden, but the prickly spines on its stem and leaves belie the danger in grabbing ahold of one. You'll get a handful of spines, micro-poisons and painful inflammation, if you do. So be forewarned. Use a tongs to plant it, and sharp pruners to cut it back. Anytime you can get blue and/or silver plants in a garden, TAKE IT!
Care to venture a guess?
"Hope and Change" was also pretty on the surface, but very dangerous underneath its mulatto, fascist, communist, progressive, liberal skin. We Conservatives who did our research on Barry Hussein Soetero knew that going into the November General Elections, but too few others did that critical research. They were motivated by false "White guilt" and by electing a non-American Kenyan mulatto, to the White House. We're all paying the price, now.
How's that "Hopey-Changey Thing Working Out For You & Your Family?" Not so good? Don't worry; it's about to get a whole lot worse.
Around The Garden Center™.
Last Thursday and Friday were days of break-neck pace, getting the Complex ready for Saturday and Sunday's 20th Open House. Dad, Becky, Jennifer, Arthur, Charlie, Alan, Lee, Rich, Charlie, Bob, Dave and I staffed the Open House on Saturday & Sunday, and were tired-as-hell, by Saturday afternoon. There were 1,500-1,700 people through and $22K+ in sales on Saturday. When I got home at 5:30pm on Saturday, my feet were blistered and *on fire*, my legs hurt from the Sciatica Pain, and my L-5 Vertebrae was screaming. I took a hot shower, had an "adult drink", applied the electric heating pad and went to sleep. My blistered feet would have to heal themselves, as would my Sciata Nerve. I took 2 Gabapentin 100m caps to assuage it, plus a handful of aspirin. Saturday was a smashing success! Sunday netted somewhat less than Saturday, but we moved a lot of perennials and nursery stock. And the attendance from Maryland was amazing.
I'd much rather gone to The Cabin, where "things heal instantly", but I didn't have the time, as I had to be back to work at 11am-4pm on Sunday. My back and feet hurt so bad that I had to leave Sunday at 3pm, go home, lay down on the couch and put the heating-pad on my lower back. I woke-up at midnight and crawled up the stairs to bed. I'd give everything I own, and live in a cardboard box, to not have this L-5 vertebrae/ sciatica problem.
I watched Fox's "24" on Monday night at 9pm, and FX-TV's "Justified" on Tuesday night, as I began the "healing process" with my feet soaking in Epsom Salts in a warm water tub. Getting "old" isn't fun (60 truly sucks; 35 was much more fun).
Wednesday was a rainy, crappy day, even though 8-10 people came through and purchased mostly perennials. Jennifer had re-loaded GHs 2-3-4 with fresh perennials to fill the holes made by the Open House purchases, so we're set for the next month or so. I'm taking Thursdays off until July, when we close on Sundays, and re-open in September for the 25% Off Fall Sale. I thinking of doing another Open House-type event for September-October's 25% Off Fall Sale, replete with refreshments and jazz band, postcard mailing and prints ads.
I took Thursday off, and instead of going food shopping and running errands, laid on the couch with alternating heating and cold-paks, for my back. My badly blistered feet, still a mystery as to how that happened, are finally beginning to heal. I made a doctor's appointment for next Thursday, refilled RXs by phone, and just rested.
The "Virtual Cabin"™: A Novella.
I left Sunday's 20th Open House 2hrs early, and went to The Cabin, to heal my Scitaca Nerve back pain and foot water blisters. NEVER have I had all three at one time, and over both Saturday & Sunday, it was most painful and daunting.
I spent Sunday afternoon & "recuperating" at The Cabin, mostly from Saturday. Saturday/Sunday and by Monday morning, the blisters were mostly gone from all 10 toes. I'd planned to stop at the Vets and pick-up Jenny, but limping as bad as I was, it was out of the question. Another week of room-and-board; oh well. I'll pick her up next time I'm here.
I had my Remy 11-87 Semi-Auto AutoLoader 12ga, and of course, my Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP along, with plenty of ammo, but the day was uneventful. I made dinner, poured some 50-yr old Brandy, lit a Cuban (don't ask) stogie, and flopped into my overstuffed, comfy leather chair in front of the roaring hearth. Temps were dropping into the mid-30s, and I needed to add a soft wool blanket to the mix on my King Sized bed. My cellphone was quiet; I was thankful, as compared to the hecticness of Saturday & Sunday's Open House phone calls. I rarely give out my personal numbers; the Garden Center Complex two numbers route all calls onto an answering machine, for me to pick-off and return on the same or next business day.
I secured The Cabin, shaved, showered, took my meds, crawled into bed and slept until 5:30am, to be into work by 7am. Since I'm taking Thursdays off, I needed to get a lot of scheduling and paperwork done, before that. I had several lscp leads to feed to my new Registered Landscape Architect, Rich, to add to his already 27 appointments over the next 4-5 weeks. I slept like a "baby/ log" (whatever that means) and was up before dawn, to get into work. I called the Vet and let him know that I'd be picking-up Jenny on my next visit, and would settle his bill. He was most appreciative. I'd already sent him a virtual check for $500 to help defray some expenses. I was anxious to get his bill paid, and to get her back into my life, one more.
Things Which Make Your Head Explode™.
Out-f•cking-rageous! Here's why I don't donate a cent to the GOP anymore, and why you shouldn't either.
Some People Just Need Killing.™
It's not my intention to be the judge here — that's God's "job" — but rather to "hasten the meeting" so that He can send the following subhuman filth to the "Fires of Hell", "River or Lake of Sulphur", or whatever He deems appropriate. I'd gladly/happily volunteer, at no cost to any of my Hard-Working, Fellow US Taxpayers, to gladly/gleefully/happily headshoot these murderous, lowlife dirtbags of all stripes — their skin-color doesn't matter to me, at all — and rid American Society's innocents (especially our precious children and the frail, defenseless elderly) of them, once-and-for-all. And yes, I'd rather see one innocent man convicted and executed, than 10 murderers/robbers/child rapists-murderers freed, to rob, rape and murder again. Hey; call me an "Old Fashioned Conservative"! Too harsh? Nah. Just RIGHT!
Yes, I agree with the premise of this article, that "the death penalty is a Noahic Covenant with God, in a post-flood world". Well said, Joe Farrah.
Mentally ill or not, the subhuman piece-of-shit, Abdo Ibssa, needs killing for doing this crime. Ooops, he is dead; he killed himself. Good riddance and rot in hell, scumbag.
A "lesion on a liver" is a "get out of jail card free", now? Fuck that shit! Let convicted rapist Ben LaGuer die in prison and rot in hell!