slowly, but surely

Friday, June 18th, 2010

i'd venture a guess that the current anti-American Regime of socialists, fascists, communists and half-breed filth aren't going to move that slow after the Mid-Term Elections, unless they voted-out of office in disgrace and returned to Civilian life, probably as lucrative DC lobbyists. What else can they do? None have ever started or run a company, hired or fired someone, made a budget and stuck to it, developed a 5-yr strategic plan. They simply feed at the 'public teat".

Feed at the "pubic teat"? Huh? That's your and my taxes, don't you know. It's all politics; it's not about what's good and right for America, as it should be.

And not to worry, our Earth is not fragile and will heal itself, as it did in 1979's Ixtoc oil spill disaster and the Prince William Sound/ Exxon Valdez oil spill. Natch.

Around The Garden Center™

Frankly, Friday sucked. I was involved in so many phases of so many estimates, and then Rich, my new Staff Registered Landscape Architect, dumped 3 more multi-phase projects upon me, in our 3pm Key Staff Mtg, that I was ready to pack-up and just leave for the day. I'll be working all weekend to get these estimates ready for in-a-hurry cutomers who want their job scheduled at the top of "The List", since they have July 4th plans and want their properties to look superbly-manicured, even though they've let them go with no maintenance for 1-2 years, and they look like hell when

RIP, Momma Kitty, 1995 – 2010

we get there. And the dumbfuck customer balks at the price, because we have to clean-up their stupidity and ignorance.

The humidity returned Saturday with a vengence, and I stayed in my AC'd office, doing Landscape Estimates, and making minor changes to Rich's designs and plant lists for most of the day.The forecast for Sunday called for even worse humidity; luckily, I have a lot of plans to work on. It is Summer afterall, in the Mid-Atlantic Region.

Violent thunderstorms passed through the area on Saturday evening, dropping 1"+ of rain, and blinking-out phone, electric and CATV/Net service. Mom & Dad lost their phone service, since a tree limb had rubbed-off the insulation and broken their wire from the street. Verizon sent a repair truck out immediately and replaced the line.

I went into the office around 9:30am on Sunday to get some paperwork done and pay bills, and by 11:30, a nasty weather *red cell* sat on the Winterstown-Stewartstown-Red Lion (PA) areas, and poured 2½" of rain down upon us, lasting until almost 1:15pm. We closed down at 1:30 and I went home for the day.

I made the gut-wrenching decision to have Momma Kitty euthanized, after 15 years, since her health had gone from bad to much worse, with the brain tumor spreading to the rest of her organs. She went from 18lbs to 7lbs in a matter of 2 weeks. I took her to Hopewell Veterinary Services, in nearby Stewartstown (PA) on Monday morning, and they gave her the needle. I took her home and buried her at Mom & Dad's, with the 3 other cats they've had over the past 21+ years: Dusty, Wicky and Bobo. Monday was a real sad day for me, although I came back to work and accomplished a few things. Yes, I cried at her loss from my life, after 15 years. If you've had a pet euthanized, you know what I mean. Same thing for my Little Friend of 15yrs, Pickle.

I'll see her again, and all my life's pets and friends – Tiger, Rags, Caesar, Sandy, 'Groid, 'Casian, Miriam, Puff, Dusty, Wicky and Pickle – at The Rainbow Bridge, someday. Video is here. As will you see all your pets, whom you've had, loved and cherished, in your lifetime. Count on it.

Did I mention last last week that I haven't had 2+ days off since 2004? I'm rapidly burning out from all this paperwork: multi-phase Landscape Estimates, Billing, site visits, customer meetings, retail sales at the GC&N Complex, loading mulch/topoil/stone when no one's around, listening to my employees' bitches — one in particular bitching and moaning— though she does an excellent job in her regular job description. We work *6* days a week in April-May-June; take a scheduled weekday off; then close Sundays in July-August; and then re-open on Sundays in September-October, for the Fall Sale, which I've already planned. That's how *this business* works. If any of them don't like it, GET THE F•CK OUT AND DUST-OFF YOUR DAMNED RESUMES AND GET ANOTHER F•CKING JOB!

Yes, it can truly suck owning your own small business, but it can also be quite rewarding. How so? I haven't figured that out in 20+ years, so far. Keeping anywhere from 4 (current)-28 (all-time high) people employed and their families fed is quite a responsibility; one that I don't take lightly. I truly appreciate it when an employee "works with me", instead of against me; I'll reward that person quickly.

On Tuesday, I spent the day doing 3 multi-phased landscape estimates, to get my mind off yesterday's euthanization of Momma Kitty, plus put-in an order for a tractor-trailer of boulders, flagstone, steps and garden steppers for an quickly-upcoming large landscape job. Alan bailed on me for 3 days to go to the beach with his family, and I had to open-up a well as close-down. I called my employees and told them that we'd open at 8am, not 7am. Problem solved.

I did the same on Wednesday and Thursday, with a 4-phase estimate and and single phase estimate. I have to get up and go for a walk every hour or my eyes become crossed.

I'm back to working 7 days a week, since I had to fire a friend who worked here, and who wasn't doing his job although I gave him many chances to "fix it and get it right". With only two weeks of Sundays to go, I can manage no days off, I guess. I close on Sundays in both July and August, as retail traffic is so sparse, I "drive it" into Saturdays. Then in September, we re-open on Sundays for the Annual 25% Off Nursery-wide Sale.

The “Virtual Cabin” – A Novella™

I left right from work on Friday, drove up the long diveway, and pulled into the circle turnarond, at the front deck. I disarmed the alarm system, Jenny was happy to see me and I refilled her wet-dry-water bowls. I re-armed the alarm system. By now, temps had dropped ito the low-50s, and I carried-in some firewood from thr back porch, lit a medium fire, and settled back into my comfy chair. Jenny satiated her appetitte, and curled-up upon the Kodiak bearskin, as usual. I nodded-off to sleep. I had to be back at work by 8am on Saturday morning, and by 11am on Sunday morning.

Things Which Make Your Head Explode™

Besides wanting to "fire the BP CEO" if he'd worked for him, Obama has no fucking plan for stemming the 10,000-bbl oil a day in the Gulf, which is fouling 4-5 state's beaches, by now. The cowardly, Obama-dick-sucking MSM are covering for him, daily. Liars, scum, filth; all.

Remember the natural disaster, Hurricane Katrina during GW Bush's Watch? The cowardly, lib-dem-progressive-commie-fascist-dick-sucking MSM blamed him and US FEMA for years, when it was Mayor "Chocolate City" Sambo's and Gov Blanco's fault. Period. Not so much as a peep out of any of tem about Obummer's mishandling of the Gulf Oil Spill and all the hundreds of milllions he took from BP as "campaign contributions in 2007-2008. Zero.

Some People Just Need Killing™

This will do it!.

It's not my intention to be the judge/, jury and executioner 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.

"Sometime after midnight Friday, lowlife subhuman, Ronnie Lee Gardner is to be strapped into a chair in the execution chamber at the state prison in Draper, Utah. A black hood is to be slipped over the bald head of the 49-year-old convicted killer, if he wishes. A small circular target will be pinned over his heart. It has been 14 years since rifles were last fired in a state execution. Barring a last-minute reprieve, Gardner will be only the third person to die before a firing squad in Utah — or anywhere else in the nation — since the death penalty was reinstated in 1976", ABCNews reports. Makes my day, Utah!

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